Cash Lovell Stables & Riding Academies: Thoughts from our Ghana Trip

A stream of warm sewage ran through the place. And yet, the children's uniforms, like the beautiful souls wearing them, were clean. Their hair was perfectly tended, their faces lit by excitement and the brilliant white from their eyes and teeth.

They hugged us. Over and over again. They took us by our hands and showed us their school, their library, their classroom, their outhouse, and their prized water spigot.  In a village called La, on the outskirts of Accra, Ghana, we found ourselves. The children called us abruni, which means white man. What do you think of abrunis? I asked them. "Rich and beautiful."

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