Running with Ghanaians

17 October 2012
That really is an understatement. It rather should be, Running After Ghanaians. It has been a frivolous five weeks since I departed the U.S. Five weeks of living in 29-32ish deg. Celsius weather. Hundreds of kilometres traveled via bus, tro-tro, taxi, and on foot. Last night while playing football, A man presumably from the village came up and hugged me. Is the concept of a female obruni playing football with Ghanians that rare of a site? Even when I hit the man in the back (not the hugging man) while taking a PK, he smiled and laughed. I sincerely apologise to all the people and children I have hit with the football (especially the one I hit in the face-). Runnign in the dark on a road with so many dips and divets, that it took me four tries of jogging, to not trip (over the same spot of course). Though when someone yells out “Run Obruni Run”, nothing in the world matters most than beating my younger sister to the pole. Of course without my excellence to cheat, she won every single race. Without a furrow of worry.

  • I admire the canteen ladies’ spirits and enthusiasm. The fact that they labour and sweat every single day, rain or shine. Especially when they try to get us to understand Twi and crack jokes when we give them that confused look. I am going to sit in the Kg1 (kindergarten 1) class and learn

I have been asked whether I am a boy or girl and just recently thought of a good response, “As long as we are not going to bed together, then why does it matter?


Update: 23 October 2012

Kate helped me out of a few situations on Sunday (morning). Not only walking me to my room but telling the fellow, “Charlie is going to sleep alone tonight… She said no at least fifteen times.” The sunrise on the 21st of October was beautiful – especially over the Atlantic Ocean’s horizon.

The language barrier here does not bother me. Just as long as I can act out everything and laugh at the fact that no one understands one another. All is well. Especially when they realise that I am trying to learn the language and not the other way around (like most people expect).

Update: 24 October 2012

If I knew the actual history behind Ghana, I feel like I could say this very differently but with what I have now: I have came down to the honest conclusion that I might become depressed when I return to the states in February. For reasons being, I think majority of all Americans are lazy, ignorant fools who loath money and materialistic goods.

That was harsh. My apologies (not). Majorily I forgot to add that on our way down to Cape, maybe four weeks or so ago, we passed anaccident in which a truck or other vehicle was sideways in the trees – and the front end of another tro-tro was smashed. It was more of a shock with the conditions of the road and how fast and “careless” they drive. Though “careless” should not be the right word – they speed especially with the conditions of the road yet can maintain the vehicle over all the swerving and potholes.

I have a new found respect for my brother Silvester who not only shows a huge amount of respect towards us but is awfully nice and welcoming. I wish he was not a form 3 student along with Michael and the others.

Update: 26 October 2012

We are going to be taught Twi by Miss Constance, the Kg (kindergarten) 2 teacher. In return, I am giving her some candies. Plus I went trudging through knee deep muddy water and gave Paul, a BS5 student, a piggy back ride because he had caterpillar spikes in his foot.


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