As our bus pulled into the dirt lot, we skeptically looked around for the plant, not immediately realizing that we were looking at it. It looked more like a farm with a few concrete buildings, no visible machinery, mud and straw huts, women sewing clothing, and children and animals milling about. Our allotted one and a half hours seemed grossly generous.
(To read the previous installments in this series, please check out “Nut Farmers in Ghana Crack Into Mobile Technology” and “The Road to....