Aburi Botanical Gardens

Ghana! I’m back!!!

60 days, in Ghana, traveling!! This summer will be full of exploration and reflection. One of the first trips I took was to Aburi Botanical Gardens, located in the eastern region of Ghana to check out their amazing garden and marvel at God in His fullness.

I admire everything about the handiwork of God’s hands. When I need to relax, I’m on somebody’s trail, head facing the sky, nose wide open, taking in the scene and feeling extra close to God. He is visible in his creation. The word speaks about the Lord’s invisible qualities being seen through His creation so that people are without excuse, being able to see that He is.

Romans 1:20 “For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.”

So our tour guide Martin, a horticulturalist student at the School of Horticulture on the grounds, was extremely informative, knowledgeable and inspiring. I’ve never smelled and tasted so many of God’s natural ingredients.

Here are a few pics from the trip:

 

Bamboo Tree at the start of our tour.

Nutmeg Tree in the Garden (Myristica Fragrams)

Fruit from the Nutmet Tree

The Nutmeg and red atrils surrounding it. The red arils are used to make the mace spice! yes mace, the spray manufactured to use for self defense.

A closer look at the nutmeg and surrounding red arils that are used to make mace.

Students walking from school, located on the garden grounds.

Cinnamon Bark 

Sculpture in the middle of the gardens created out of a dying tree. We later met the artist during our walk.

On the left, our tour guide Martin and the artist of the tree sculpture Kwame Nyame (right) 

Kronkron Ma Ewuradi

So a lot has happened since arriving to Ghana last Wednesday, a few updates:

7 days from Family: Ghana.

My Grandfather and his half-brother Jr Tyson.

My Family.

I’m darn near 30, let me stop I’m so close to 25 lol and I am rediscovering every day who fits into the term, family. I just returned from Oxford, MS home of my grandfather and the location of our Rogers-Oliver family reunion. It’s been 21 years since the Rogers-Oliver family have come together. While I’ve seen many of my grandfather’s family in years since, I have noticed some changes.