Thursday, August 20, 2009
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Sunday, August 2, 2009
I'm realizing more and more what I'm going to miss when this is all over. I've had some pretty great and new experiences here in Africa. I feel surprisingly comfortable walking and driving around Accra and chatting with the people. I still theorize that the moment I set foot on American soil I will feel a sudden rush of relief from the underlying anxiety I feel here and might even kiss the ground. But all the same, there's a lot to miss from this country.
The non-tangible things I will miss most:
-Children’s smiling faces
-Little hands constantly reaching for me and touching me
-Getting ready each morning in 30 minutes tops
-Everyone smiling and waving at me
-Being called “my sista”
-Women with baskets, bowls, crates and everything else under the sun balanced on their head
-Everything being green
-Learning about the world first hand
-The burnt smell of the air
-The fabrics the women wear
-Being with people all the time
-Speaking French with the locals
-Humidity (it’s cozy and warm)
-Wishing every time I blinked I could take a photo with my eyes
Some of the tangible things I will miss most:
-Hostel fried rice
-Cadbury Chocolate with biscuits
-Gigantic Water bottles
(Ok please take note, as I just did, that ALL of the tangible things I’ll miss most are food. Nice!)
Things I don’t foresee missing anytime soon:
-The smell of urine wafting from the gutters
-Being dirty 85% of the time
-Having to put used toiled paper in the trash…not the toilet
-Suffocating from exhaust on every taxi ride
-Preacher Man who sings for the Pentecostal church behind the hostel
-One handed lukewarm showers
-Not being able to escape witnessing all the poverty and sadness in the world, as important as it is to see and learn from
Things I CRAVE!
-Salads and Vegetables
-Riding a bike
-Fluffy shower towels
(This list is subject to change as I come home
and realize what I truly miss)
.....this, and a couple of other final posts from Ghana below...
Two more days left…that’s it! I’ve been delaying writing anymore the past few days because that would mean I would have to write about “the end.” I realize that this dream of mine to come to Africa and live this adventure is ending soon. I’m sure the emotion of it all will hit me sooner than later, but for the time being I’m just having fun!
We had all day today to play, so we started out with some breakfast and Frankie’s. We stayed up until 3 am Friday night, so sleeping in and a yummy breakfast was necessary. Afterward, we walked a mile or so to an African market. This was a very calm two story market where Esther, the stake Relief Society President works. It was clean, but unfortunately very pricy. So instead of spending much time there, we headed to a fabric store I remembered seeing while jogging in the mornings. Unfortunately, after finding the right street we found the wood slates empty. But walking just a little further we found another shop.
Jackpot. They had totally reasonable prices and beautiful fabric. I swear I am at one with my world when I am surrounded in fabric.
Taking back our great new finds, we started packing. Weird! It means things are ending. As long as some days have felt here, I still feel like it has only been two weeks since I arrived. Packing again is just odd.
After we took a little break, some of the girls wanted to head back over to Teshikwashi market for the last time. I had so much fun messing around with all the vendors. The guys like to call out, “Tsss, my sister. Let me show you something special for you. I give you good price, good price. Just look in my shop. No price for looking.” Everyone has something special. Everyone will give you “a good price.” It’s pretty funny. So now I feel comfortable enough here that I just mess around with them. They seem to have fun. Like I’ve said all along, it’s going to be hard coming home because nobody’s going to think I’m cool! Just on the merit of being a white blonde girl, I am instantly super cool and popular. It’s gonna be a bleak picture indeed.J
Now, after we cleared out this market we had to hurry and meet up with our group for a last hurrah dinner at Rhapsody’s. In order to get to the Accra mall, we had to cross some ground. Let’s just say I checked off running across a freeway from my Life List of Things-to-Do. Now it’s back packing, writing down last day memories, and roommate bonding. Tomorrow I plan on eating as much mango and fried rice as I can and soaking up as much Ghana in my bones as possible!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
The world is always smaller in the church. People know people, word spreads like wildfire, and someone is always there to “invite” you to share your talents with others. Guess what? Same holds true in Ghana as it does everywhere else. The work Lynley does every year in Africa has gathered quite a reputation in the areas she has served. We were “invited” by our ward, the Christianbourge Ward, to share our talents of teaching! So, last night (Friday) we headed to the stake center across from the temple to hold a fireside on our AIDS lessons.
Knowing we were in a church setting, we catered the lessons to our audience. I spoke on the Divine Institution of Marriage. We had already introduced the myths and transmission of HIV, so to kind of lead into the church discussion, I spoke about how in the time of Moses there were plagues sent among the people. Now in these latter-days we also have plagues, such as HIV/AIDS. Spoke on the importance of providing a safe haven from these plagues, the responsibility of families, how families are made up of men and women, and finally leading to my teammates discussion of abstinence and faithfulness and the happiness that comes to marriages when they follow simple guidelines.
They dance towards each other, jump up, then come down and bump hips
After what I’m sure was an entertaining lesson from all of us :) …some of the boys and girls of the ward gave us a really entertaining show of dancing and drumming. They belong to a group they call “Dromo” which means By the Grace of God. Fun costumes, fun drumming, happy faces, it was just fun.
In the last number they came over to where we were watching and picked some of us out of the audience. The boy I danced with was gorgeous. I can NOT dance like an African. They move so beautiful. And they look like they are having such a great time. But I gave it a try and attempted to forget how ridiculous I was looking and just have fun. And it was!
Oh, and something else fun…when I was at Frankie’s the other night, we were getting ice cream (surprise) and the boy dishing it up had a ring on. I asked him what it said even though I thought I knew, and it was a CTR ring. Fun! So we walked in to the stake center last night and there he was. It was neat to see him in both environments. The world is always smaller in the church~