Yes, her name is Golden and she’s 11 months old. She met me at the airport with her mom and uncle when I arrived to Ghana. She wasn’t supposed to be there, as her mom and I had agreed earlier that I would meet Golden later. But, the Universe conspired for a different timing.
In addition to meeting her mother for the first time, I was almost equally curious whether a baby could live up to a name like “Golden”.
I have a decent vocablulary, but I would need Maya Angelou or Amanda Gorman to help me describe how amazing and magical it was to meet and spend time with Golden. So, for now I will let the photos below speak for me. And, yeah, I’m reminded of Jill Scott’s lyrics, “Livin’ my life like it’s golden”.
Golden met me at the airport (taxi to AirBnB)
Day 2: We celebrate mom's bday at Labadi Beach
Wait, this baby can swim
Ride or Die
This American Boy is alright
I like Mother's Day
Uhh, can we eat before pics?
We look good in Kumasi
This is not the shotgun seat
Yeah, I already did my first Christmas
