Go Fish!
I have never gone fishing. Not only because I’ve never had the opportunity, but because I think I’d be horrible at it. I’m told the key to being a good fisherman is to have patience (I got this mainly from one of Papa Pope’s well-executed rants, so correct me if you’re a skilled fisherman and I’m wrong lol), and as I’ve said before, I have the patience of a 4-year old. Can’t wait, don’t want to, won’t do it. And then there’s the process of cleaning the fish after you’ve caught it. Growing up as the youngest daughter in a Ghanaian household, you know I had to learn how to clean fish – and boy did I hate it. Getting off all the scales and pulling out all the disgusting innards and blood and guck everywhere – ick. It was such a painstaking, time-consuming, and gut-wrenching process. Needless to say, I like my…
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