This weekend I went to Takoradi for a funeral. I have been to quite a few funerals since I moved to Ghana. However this time,  I was invited to the funeral and my husband accompanied me.

As usual for a Ghanaian funeral, it was a multi-day event for hundreds and hundreds of people, but being closer to the bereaved family, I saw more nuances, had more people to ask and hence understood slightly more than I have before.

This picture is from having a snack on the roadside after the burial. By chance, the newspaper that is wrapped around the smoking hot charcoal-grilled plantains on this day happened to be the Obituary section…