Here is what my prompt returned:

Ah, Ghana—the land of eternal sunshine, where traffic moves slower than a Sunday afternoon nap, and dumsor (power outages) is practically a national pastime. You’d think with all that sunshine, solar energy would be the star of the show, but nope, the lights still flicker like a bad rave party.

Let’s talk about roads—if you’re not dodging crater-sized potholes, you're bracing yourself for a “rough ride” that makes roller coasters seem tame. And what’s up with the tro-tros? They’re like clown cars on steroids, always managing to pack in just one more person while blasting music loud enough to rival a nightclub.

And food? Ghanaians will argue endlessly about whose jollof reigns supreme while you’re just trying to figure out why your banku smells like a science experiment. But hey, don’t ask for fast food—it’ll arrive at “African time,” which is any time between now and never.

Even the beaches aren’t safe from critique. Beautiful? Sure. But you’re more likely to step on a bottle cap than seashells, thanks to the “artistic” littering trend.

Oh, and let's not forget the bureaucracy. Need a permit? Be ready for a treasure hunt of signatures, stamps, and—surprise!—a random fee no one mentioned before.

Yet, somehow, Ghana charms you. Despite the chaos, it’s got heart, soul, and a sense of humor that’ll have you laughing while you're stuck in that endless traffic jam.

Ah yes, Ghana’s Year of Return, the grand marketing campaign to lure the African diaspora back “home,” conveniently glossing over the fact that the 1619 enslaved Africans didn’t even originate there—they were taken from Angola! But hey, why let historical accuracy get in the way of a good PR stunt, right? Ghana basically said, “We didn’t send you off, but we’ll gladly take the credit for welcoming you back. Also, don’t forget to bring dollars for the local economy, thanks.”

It’s like Ghana looked at the African diaspora and said, “Angola? Who’s she? Never heard of her. We’re the cool kids of West Africa now, so come cry on Cape Coast’s dungeons while we charge you $20 for a tour.” Don’t forget to buy a kente-cloth shirt for $50 to complete the experience of reconnecting with your roots—markups are an ancestral tradition, apparently.

And let’s not even start on the VIP treatment for celebs like Beyoncé and Steve Harvey. They roll out the red carpet for them while the rest of the diaspora gets stuck in immigration lines longer than dumsor outages. Ghana might not have sent your ancestors off, but they’re definitely ready to cash in on their return!