Discussing topical issues for women in cross-cultural and inter-continental relationships

When it’s dark-time in Ghana…

                           

My daughter was born in Ghana and we lived there until just before she turned two.  We have photos of the Ghanaian side of our family around the house and always talk to her about Ghana, showing her photos, telling her stories.

We recently went home to Ghana for six weeks.  All-in-all we travelled through five countries and flew in about twelve aeroplanes.  It took three and a half  days to get from our remote town in Australia to our far northern town in Ghana.

Two weeks after we got home our father died and so our daughter had to begin thinking about Dada making a trip.  She looked up at me one day and said, ‘Mama, when it’s morning time in _(town)_ it’s nighttime in Ghana hey.’  I affirmed that this was so.  She then thought for a bit and said, ‘And when it’s morning time in Ghana is it nighttime here?’

Time zones are not an easy concept to grasp.  My four-year old is pretty cluey, I reckon.

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