Arts & Culture

If you ask Sabrina Blais how she got to Ghana, plan on learning about an unexpected odyssey attesting to life’s curiosities. She knew little about the Ghanaian culture and even less about the small nation’s history or the role that it played in West Africa.

My white horse was galloping on a beach the first time I saw her. I have been told that very few horses are truly white. Most horses that appear to be white are actually light grey. The girl who rode on the horse was blonde. Her long hair blew behind her back like silver streamers. The girl was running away from the uncertainty of trouble at home. She rode fast along the beach. The white horse would bring her to freedom.