October 12, 2025
Some stories begin with the smell of something burning. Judith Cato-Addison was ten years old. It was an ordinary afternoon, the kind where a child is left to fend for herself in the kitchen, the kind that happens in thousands of homes across Ghana every single day. She wasn’t being careless. She wasn’t being reckless. She was just a little girl making herself something to eat. The kitchen was small. On the table sat a gas stove, still a relative novelty in their home. They had been one of the few families in the neighbourhood to have one, and for […]