My beloved Nana came to Liverpool in the 60s from a small village in Ghana called Kenyasi. She couldn’t speak a word of English but managed to capture the hearts of so many people. I remember as a child, the house always being full with neighbors popping round for a cuppa.
My Nana passed away in 2011 and was buried in her village. It was my first time going to Ghana and I was so touched as they draped the British flag over her coffin because she was famous for being the first person to go to the UK. They were so grateful as every year she would ship over anything she could find in jumble sales from clothes to broken washing machines.
She never forgot her routes and I will never forget her.