Annual Reports

I have never felt so out of place simply by wearing shoes. In fact, for a solid hour or so, I was painfully aware of being the only person in the room wearing them. There I sat, like a glaring anomaly in my chunky-heeled shoes, while a cat slept a few meters away, thoroughly unimpressed by my predicament. But let me backtrack for a moment. It was a Friday afternoon in Zogbeli, Tamale, in the...