A long and winding road
It has been a long journey with many twists and turns but then how many of us find life to be a straight road? From my childhood dreams of living on a farm to where I am now has taken in so many experiences and the joys and sorrows of a life that has taken chances I could never have planned or dreamt of in my early years.
The adventure really began when I met my husband and we travelled to Ghana back in the 70’s. Not a great time to be there! We lived on the ‘wrong’ side of the tracks where taxis didn’t venture after dark and at the end of the line for electricity and water. We could see the lights dimming as they got nearer to us and usually finally run out a house or two before ours and the same with water as only a trickle made it all the way to the tap. A visit to the shops meant walking to the city and joining any queue I could find, if I was lucky returning with a few ‘treasures’, usually not what we needed but who cared, we were in love!
Eventually we ran back to England. The house fell down and our health was suffering so we joined the exodus of economic migrants and fell into a life in Britain, raising a family and all the usual things. But we couldn’t let go of Ghana and it seems it wasn’t going to let go of us either. The calling to traditional Chieftaincy took us back again and again, became so much part of our life. The changes led me to return to learning and I studied Social Anthropology and Rural Development becoming knowledgeable on the role of the Queenmother in Akan society. Through this and the work I took to pay the bills I sought ways for the voices of the unheard to be raised. The stories of people in isolated communities who don’t have the connections to make their voices heard. Those people who suffer injustice, prejudice and mistreatment with no-one to see they are not waving but drowning.
11 years ago I found community radio! It changed not only my life but the lives of so many others. Through broadcasting the stories and concerns of the unheard they found strength, became a community of shared experience and changed the world. I continue to work in community radio but it isn’t enough. The stories need a bigger audience. Then I found Pulse and found that audience.
My life has changed too, I am now a widow. Working in a new place, St Helena, looking beyond the comfort of what had been my life for so long. The world is a lonely place for me now but finding Pulse has helped me find somewhere I can belong wherever life takes me and knowing so many people are there has made me feel part of a community and find a place for me again.