Ghana, where our journey took us, is sometimes called Africa Light by veteran travelers to the continent. To a first-timer, it doesn’t feel so light. A wall of stimuli rises up to greet you as you leave the airport and head into town: dust, scrub, heat, blinding sunlight, roving goats, hellbent traffic, throngs of vendors bearing their wares on their heads, crowding your vehicle at every stop, offering chocolate, feminine products, yams, everything. Give it a minute, though, and Accra, the sprawling capital, comes into some kind of focus. People are deeply friendly. And of course it helps enormously that, thanks to Britain’s long colonization, almost everyone speaks English. Read more: On Slavery’s Doorstep in Ghana – NYTimes.com.