Around strangers Ghanians are formal, even courtly, so the first order of business was to shake hands with several important elders —- ending with the village chief, a modest but mildly officious middle-aged man who seemed like the type who would refer to Robert’s Rules of Order at an Elks Club meeting. His attire, an orange sport shirt and impeccably pressed sage green slacks, would not have looked out of place at the Seal Harbor Yacht Club.
