I didn’t grow up wealthy. My parents struggled, both in Togo and Germany, but no matter what happened, they always made sure we were fed, kept alive, and stayed healthy.
A couple of years ago, when my aunt was diagnosed with cancer, my mom naturally poured every little cent she had into helping her. After my sister and mother had visited Togo in 2017, my sister had grown even closer to our aunt, so she sent a lot of money to help cover the hospital bills.
I’m sharing this because, for most people in Togo — my family included — going to a restaurant just for fun is almost unthinkable. What many of us in the West have long used to deepen friendships or connect with potential partners is simply not part of everyday life there.
That’s why it felt so important to invite my family to a beach bar. We went to Marcelo Beach — all 14 of us. Since we were running behind, my cousin, our main driver, my partner, and I went ahead, and his family joined later. My cousin was flabbergasted when he saw the prices: 3000 CFA for a 0.5L Coke — about 4.50€. I’ve paid more money for less quality.
The food was fresh, the landscape breathtaking. I sat there laughing with the kids, who were happily devouring pizza, fries, and lamb. We laughed, we smiled, and the kids roamed freely along the beach. The littlest one even gave herself a sand bath, giggling the whole time.
In that moment, I realized something: sharing a meal, enjoying the sun, and simply being together — these small, ordinary acts were priceless. It wasn’t about luxury or money; it was about connection, joy, and the little adventures that bring us closer to each other.
It was amazing. Just look at this view.
