Hot, humid air envelops us in dusty clouds as we step into the city of Accra, Ghana. Through our bus windows, we watch taxis and buses swerve by as motorbikes snake through narrow lanes. Walking up and down the streets are men carrying racks of sunglasses, towels, and crafts and women balancing crates of baguettes, plantain chips, milk cartons, fresh fruits, nuts, and Adinkra pastries on their heads, selling their goods to anyone in a stalled vehicle. Long hourglass dresses,