The sun doesn’t just rise over the ocean in Busia it dances.
I didn’t quite understand that saying until I found myself standing on the edge of Ghana, feet sunken into the soft sand, watching the dawn break over Busua Beach.
As a local from Accra, I’ve seen beaches from La to Labadi, and even wandered around Kokrobite. But Busua? That was a name I’d only heard in passing. A sleepy coastal town near the Ghana-Ivory Coast border, it quietly sits out west in the Western Region, cloaked in charm and almost untouched beauty. And so, on a spontaneous long weekend, I packed a bag, hopped on a trotro heading west, and set out for a little adventure.
The Journey West
The road from Takoradi to Busua is an experience in itself. As the cityscape fades behind you, lush green stretches of coconut palms and distant hills begin to greet you. There’s a tranquility to the journey the kind that invites you to slow your thoughts and let your spirit breathe.
Arriving in Busia felt like stepping into a secret that nature had kept. No loud markets or bustling streets, just the gentle hum of life, fishermen hauling in their morning catch, and children laughing in the distance.
Hello, Busia Beach
The first thing I noticed was how empty the beach was not in a lonely way, but in a peaceful, healing kind of way. The sea here isn’t just blue; it’s deep. The kind of blue that speaks. It whispers tales of seafarers, of early morning prayers from fishermen, and of coastal stories passed from one generation to the next.
I met an elderly man, Kwesi, sitting under a palm-thatched shade, mending his net. He told me with a smile, “This beach, e no get plenty people but it get peace. That one be better.” He was right. Busua Beach has peace in abundance.
Life at the Edge
One afternoon, I joined some local kids in a game of ampe by the shore. The sound of clapping, laughing, and waves crashing it was the rhythm of Busua. We roasted fresh fish right on the sand, using the day’s catch, sprinkled with local spices and seasoned with stories.
As the sun dipped low, I walked to a rocky part of the beach where time seemed to pause. There’s a spot they call Lover’s Corner a small secluded area framed by tall rocks and framed by the sea breeze. It’s not marked on any map, but it’s there for those who seek it.
A Place to Return To
On my last morning, I woke up early and walked down to the beach just before the sun rose. And that’s when I saw it: the golden sun rising from the Atlantic, stretching its light over the foam-tipped waves, and casting a glow so soft, so surreal, I felt as if I had been baptized by the sea.
There are places we visit and forget. But then there are places like Busua Beach where the silence says more than noise ever could, where the sea listens, and where the spirit finds rest.
If you ever want to escape the noise not just the noise outside, but the one inside your head come to Busua Beach. Come as you are, and leave a little more whole.
Have you been to Busia Beach or planning to visit? Share your thoughts or questions in the comments. Let’s keep the spirit of Busua alive, one story at a time. 🌊✨
