It was right around this time last year that I was headed to Ghana. Outside of eating jollof rice, I didn’t write much about my experience because it’s taken me some time to process it. I felt deeply conflicted during this trip. I went through a rollercoaster of emotions as I tried to decipher the very overt classism that existed. My heart churned every time I heard someone reference the “house boy” that would tend to whatever was needed. I also couldn’t get how a country that was rich with natural resources could have such bad WIFI. I could see that there was money being made in Ghana but it seemed like none of it was spent on infrastructure and instead reserved for personal opulence. As someone that’s always searched for the utopia that I’ve created in my mind, this saddened me. It wasn’t in Africa either.