Every year, as the month of April tiptoes in with palm fronds and church bells, Ghana prepares for a sacred season of deep spiritual reflection… and even deeper fufu bowls.

Easter in Ghana is no small matter. It is the grand reunion of spirituality, family drama, cultural flair, and an unexplainable urge to leap off mountains with strangers strapped to your back — all in the name of resurrection.

The Holy Weekend Fashion Show

Let’s start with Good Friday — the day when church pews overflow and every black or white garment in the house suddenly emerges from retirement. Choir members warm up their vocal cords with sobolo and ginger, determined to sing loud enough to wake Lazarus again.

Drama groups re-enact the Passion of Christ, with young Kofi from Sunday school as Jesus and the class bully playing Judas with suspicious ease.

Sermons? Oh, they come with thunder and lightning. Pastors, recharged by 12 days of a 40-day fast, mount the pulpit with fire in their bones and rhymes in their message: “The blood of the Lamb shall jam your enemy like a ram!”

Destination Kwahu: Where Faith Meets Festivity

Now, no Easter in Ghana is complete without the pilgrimage to Kwahu in the Eastern Region — Ghana’s unofficial Vatican of vibes.

Here, Easter comes with paragliding, street parties, and an economy so booming that house verandas double as hotels. Traders sell everything from boiled eggs to Bluetooth speakers. The brave-hearted queue to fling themselves off the Atibie cliffs, paragliding with instructors who smile a little too much for comfort.

Auntie Akua, who won’t even climb a stool to change a lightbulb, suddenly wants to “try small” paragliding — until the wind whispers and her wig waves goodbye.

The Return of the Prodigal Family Members

Easter also summons all the uncles, aunties, and cousins who’ve vanished since the last family funeral. They descend with car boots full of rice, imported corned beef, and confusing stories about life abroad. The children, naturally, don’t remember them — but they remember the chocolates.

Family reunions kick off with prayer and end with someone bringing out the Ludo board and a debate over who finished the last piece of chicken.

Easter Monday: Picnics and Plastic Chairs

If Sunday is for He Is Risen, then Monday is for He Is Grilling. Easter Monday in Ghana is our unofficial National Picnic Day. Beaches, gardens, and even uncompleted buildings become picnic spots. Coolers arrive like honoured guests, full of jollof, fried rice, grilled chicken, and mineral drinks so cold they speak in tongues.

Music blasts. Aunties dance. Uncles sip malt with mysterious seriousness. And children, fully sugared-up, chase each other with plastic guns and unholy energy.

In Conclusion…

Easter in Ghana is more than a date on the calendar. It’s a living, laughing, leaping celebration — where religion meets revelry, tradition hugs tourism, and every home becomes a sanctuary of food, faith, and full-bellied laughter.

So if next Easter you hear someone shout “Hosanna!” in church on Friday and “No dulling!” at Kwahu on Saturday, fear not. That’s just Ghana doing what it does best — celebrating life, death, and everything in between with style and spicy jollof.

Share if you’ve ever spent an Easter in Kwahu, or if your auntie’s fufu once resurrected your appetite.