I am finally home! It has been sad to leave; I almost forget
that I have another life back home.
My last week in Ghana has been CRAZY. F’reals.
The last thing we needed to do before we left is to fund our
first time classes. We hoped to do one class on Monday and one class on
Tuesday, but Douglas had to cash a check in Koforidua to fund them, so that
crammed all our funding into Tuesday, our last day in Abomosu. The plan for the
week was to visit our classes on Monday and tell them about the meeting on
Tuesday; clean, pack, and fund all day Tuesday; leave Wednesday early morning
for Accra to get to Cape Coast the same day; stay the night in Cape Coast; and
then come back to Accra to finish the week.
Because it is the Elders’ p-day, I dropped by and paid a
visit. Elder Nyarko and Elder Rane were the only ones there. Elder Bay and
Elder Murray went to the church to email, so I just chatted with Elder Rane.
He’s a super cool guy and a really great missionary. Whenever I talk to him,
though, I start speaking like a Ghanaian because he speaks like a Ghanaian bad.
I kind of like it, though, to have a strange accent.
After an hour or so, they needed a turn to email, so I
followed them to town because I needed to pick up a shirt and pants. As luck
would have it, the shirt was not ready and the pants guy was not there, so I
decided to walk with them to the church and walk back with Elder Bay so I can
ask him about the pants guy (Elder Bay introduced me to him because he got some
sweet chinos from him). We found them half way to the church, and I chatted
small with them on the way back to the house. I’ve become pretty good friends
with the Elders, probably because I can relate to them better then the other
obronis (single, male, my age). The Asunafo Elders passed by too, and it was
good to see them another time too. Both of them are pretty cool.
I was constrained because we were going to take the 12:30
bus to Amonom to visit our class, but when I got back to the house, Garrett
said that Eva (our translator) was travelling and would not be in town. Well,
that sucks, But we had planned a bike ride out there previously, and the idea
resurrected in Garrett’s head and said we should go anyway, but borrow the
Elders’ bikes and make an adventure out of it. Sure, why not. I haven’t ridden
a bike for 5 YEARS, but it will be fun.
It was fun, actually. We picked the bikes and started our
way out. I started having chain issues; it was shifting automatically (it was
because I can’t freaking pedal right), and it started raining. We weren’t far,
so we just stopped at the church. Garrett said he would switch bikes with me
because he mountain bikes regularly and isn’t retarded at pedaling (he didn’t
say that, but it was implied). It actually was a blessing we stopped because it
poured hard (and it is supposed to be the dry season). It really cooled things
down, though, and made the ride really enjoyable and not sweaty.
I thought I was going to die on some of the hills. And if it
wasn’t a hill, it was a freakin’ pothole I can’t dodge right. And if it isn’t a
pothole, it is a constant stream of mud flipping onto my shorts from the tires.
All in all, even though I may have complained a lot in my head, the ride was
really nice. When we got to town, I luckily was able to weave my way through
the trails and find everybody’s houses. We were pretty lucky to find people,
though, because many were out to the farm. After we found mostly everybody, we
rode back to the house, over the hills, through every pothole, and with half of
the road on my shorts.
I only complain a little. Really.
The next day, I woke up especially early to make sure my
laundry would dry before I had to pack it away. As I was hand washing an
African shirt, a gentleman came in to the house and introduced himself as our driver
to Accra.
SAY WHAT????!?!?!?!?!?!??!
We were unprepared for that kind of miscommunication.
Apparently, when I told Stephen, Jr. that we wanted our driver to come Tuesday
and stay the night so we could leave Wednesday early, he heard we wanted to leave
Tuesday early. The driver, Enock, woke up at 4:00 AM to make sure we could get
to Accra at a decent hour.
I woke everybody up to start preparing for departure. I had
mostly packed except for my wet clothes and daily things, but not everybody had
theirs started. We spent the morning packing and cleaning. Luckily, Douglas
came over and communicated our situation. Enock graciously said that if we
leave by 5:00, it would work fine.
We had a special loan to fund that morning as well. Mama B
was sick when the Abomosu class was funded, and she hadn’t been around for the
weekend to fill out the paperwork. I hurried and found her at her store, and
Douglas explained the loan paperwork to her in Twi. We excitedly gave her the
money and said our goodbye to our Ghanaian Auntie. She has been so good to us,
especially when we are especially picky about our food. She is so sweet, and I
loved to hear her sing as she worked. She is a devout Presbyterian and always
attended her meetings faithfully. I will miss her greatly.
We prepped all the paperwork for our classes and asked our
wonderful driver if he would take us out to the towns cause, heck, we are
paying for him anyway. Once we got there, more members of the class than the 12
we had selected showed up to the meeting. We didn’t have a Twi speaker to help
us tell them they weren’t chosen, so we did some informal things, gathering
more information and such, with the little English we could communicate across.
Our unreliable translater, Opoku, showed up and helped us greatly while Douglas
with the other class. Even our driver helped us out, even though Twi is not his
best language (they speak Ga in Accra). We fixed everything with the unfunded
loans, but were missing a few people we wanted to fund. Joyce was at her farm
(REALLY?!!? On funding day?), Beatrice was travelling (with Eva), and Joseph
and Yoa were “coming.” Somebody from the class went to find them again, and
they came back with the news that they did not want to participate in the
program anymore. Our best student. Our favorite student. The best English
speaker in the class. The first one we knew we would fund. The biggest loan in
the class. Dropped us. I was angry and sad at the same time. We wasted work
preparing their application and paperwork, but they took money away from
somebody else from being funded. Their last minute decision meant that the
ladies we turned away just minutes earlier might have been funded. The whole
class was kind of sad, asking again and again if we could bring back those
ladies to fund them. We really couldn’t because they needed to go through the
proper process.
The rest of the funding went really well though. Douglas
finally showed up and helped them understand the contract they were signing.
About three members of the class needed assistance writing their initials to
sign, and it was cool to see that our efforts were really getting to the people
that needed it most: those who would not have any other way to get credit. It
was exhilarating tying all of the loose ends and finishing our work. Joyce
finally showed up from the farm, and wouldn’t you know, the 4:30 bus came by at
the very last minute with Eva and Beatrice! It was miraculous. We finished all
of their paperwork and got to say goodbye to all of them.
I am especially grateful to see Eva one last time. We picked
out a present for her (a purse, under the direction of Zandra), and Garrett and
I gave it to her along with a thank you note. As I was saying how much we
appreciated working with her, I started to well up and I couldn’t speak. She
did do so much for us; a stupid purse is a really small gesture. I was
squeaking out some rumble jumble of words, and I think Eva was surprised. It
was really the final goodbye for me. We were leaving Abomosu shortly, leaving
everybody we had met behind, maybe to never see again. Saying goodbye to her
was the accumulation of the whole day’s worth of anticipation of leaving. But
it was so wonderful to meet all of them, to teach and to set an example, to
associate with their various personalities and to learn more about their
culture through them. I was sad, but I was so happy that I had such a cool
opportunity.
After that surprise break down, we hurried home to finish
packing and to get on the road. We made a “quick” stop in Sankubenase for
Rebekah(?), one of Allan and Bev’s students, and I bought a couple bracelets
from her. It was getting dark, and the clouds still lingered from the
afternoon’s rain. We were worried about getting everything in the car because
last time we had half of it on the roof, but luckily, everything fit inside.
The trek was enjoyable except for the part when I started to get car sick. I
just closed my eyes, and I started to feel better, but I was kind of out of it.
I retold one of Garrett and Zandra’s stories as one of my own (about one of my
friends) on accident, and that made everybody bust out. It is funny that we have
been around each other so long that I don’t remember which ones are their
stories.
I happily hopped in bed and quickly fell asleep after the
long day. We changed our plans to go to Cape Coast in the morning, and our
wonderful driver said he was headed that way to pick somebody up and offered to
take us out there for free. SCORE! Blessings in disguise, yo. So we met up with
him after a small tro tro ride and rode in a nice car with A/C for the 3 hours
out there. Cape Coast is beautiful! It was a cloudy day, so it was really nice
weather. When we got there, we checked into housing on the Cape Coast
University campus. Stephen, Jr., recommended the joint, and it was quite nice,
even though we were placed into the chalets out back. We then taxied to the
Cape Coast castle, the infamous structure that housed slaves and was a market
for the Atlantic slave trade. We first ate at a café just outside the castle. I
had lobster and scalloped potatoes. That’s right, I had potatoes for the first
time in three months! It was really good, but the lobster stir-fry thing had
way too much ginger. It was still really good, though. The tour of the castle
was wondrous, in a bad way. It was crazy to think that actual human beings had
been housed in conditions like they were. The tour was a little over
dramatized, but it did not take away from the fact that the Atlantic slave
trade was full of evil.
They charged 20 GH¢ ($10) to take pictures, so I didn’t take
any, but my dear friends snuck their camera out and took some pics, so that is
how I have them and why they are all of Garrett and Zandra. The coolest part
about the castle is that you can pretty much wander through any part of the
castle, so I did a small self tour of all the nooks and crannies. It was really
cool, and the ocean is especially beautiful. We didn’t make it to the beach
that day, but it was cool to see.
One thing I love about Ghana is that you can make a friend
with out even doing anything. And when I say friend, I mean will bend over
backwards to help you and sincerely care and like you. I just walked a short
ways down a path that leads to the boats and nets on the beach, and a boy I
said, “Hi” to asked straight up, “Will you accept my friend request? I would
like to be friends with you.” Not a Facebook request, but permission to be my
friend. Sure, I said, what am I supposed to do as your friend? Give you money
(you always have to be a little careful because that’s what most people there
want from obronis)? He gave me his number, knowing that I was leaving the next
day. But we chatted a bit and hung out the rest of the time around the
castle. His name is Richard, and he was
super nice. He is a student at a smaller university in Cape Coast, and he
actually called me the next day to see how my day went and to wish safe
journeys. There was another guy, James, who owns a shop by the castle that was
also really friendly. His was more money based: he wanted me to come look at
his shop and to donate to a football fund. I was a little worried about him,
but he gave me a cool plastic sea shell with his email and a message on it. He
was always looking out for our group as we went in and out of the castle. James
was his name. James Bond, 007, according to him at least. He introduced me to a
guy that makes kentey cloth, and I bought some small strips to keep. It started
raining, and we parted ways with James and Richard.
The power was out when we got back to the chalets, so our
cabins were kind of warm, but the day hadn’t been nearly as hot as normal, so
the temp was not bad at all. I still wanted to try the beach, and I thought it
was close to the university, so Al and I went for a short walk before it got
too dark. Of course, we didn’t find it. When we got back, it was dark, the
lights were out, and we didn’t bring any flashlights, so I went to bed at like
7 or 8. I had a hard night, though, because when the power did kick on, the fan
kept me cold the rest of the night (Allan had the only blanket in the room).
Even though I didn’t sleep well, I was still up at 6:30. I wasn’t sure what we
were going to do in the morning. Garrett and Zandra wanted some time to
themselves, so they went their separate ways. We originally wanted to go to the
canopy walk. but it turns out that it is an hour drive away, so we didn’t want
to ride for 2 hours then ride for another 3 or 4 back to Accra. Plus it would have been kind of pricy to go.
I wanted to go to the beach, so Bev and I went on a walk to find the beach I
tried to find the previous night. We walked for a half an hour to an hour and found
nothing. Shootski. We ended up taking a taxi and telling him, “Take us to a
nice beach that is close.” He took us to Oasis Beach, the beach right next to
the castle. I thought it was going to be touristy, but it ended up being to
most beautiful beach I have ever been on. The water was so warm! Not chill at
all. The waves were strong, but not wicked like the ones in Huanchaco, Peru
(you can read about that in my blogs about South America!) The water was really
shallow, so you could almost walk right out into the part of the ocean where
the giant waves crashed in. It was so beautiful. And while my Utah friends were
freezing their butts off, I was baking on the beach. HA!
The beach is also used as a fishing beach, and the locals
were pulling in their giant nets several hundred feet down shore. They kept creeping closer and closer (mind
you, me and Beverly were the only ones on the beach besides the fishermen), and
they ended up running right over top of me as they pulled in their nets. It was
cool to watch, and I was worried I was going to be in their way when they just
ran over me to get down beach more. We moved our things farther back and tried
to get out of the way.
At the same time, I noticed a familiar couple walking up the
beach. Garrett and Zandra, who adamately said that they did not even want to
see our faces the next day (exaggerating the point that they wanted some alone
time [I needed some alone time, too, but that wasn’t quite an option for me at
that point]), strolled up the beach and, because of the fishermen working the
whole beach, ended up putting their stuff next to ours for a moment. We didn’t
hang out with them long, just a quick chat, and I moved to the beachside diner.
The place we stayed gave us complimentary breakfast (a shocker for Ghana!), so
I wasn’t hungry that early in the morning. I ordered a coke and watched the
fisherman finish pulling in their mile-long net. It was such a neat experience
to see them working. The next table over, two senior high students started
talking to me, and I made friends once again. Jeff and Slaws had come to the
beach to buy some of the catch to cook up later. They were skipping school
because they did not have the money to pay the school fees. We talked about
America, and it was really funny. It went a little something like this:
“Where are you from?”
“The United States. Do you know Utah, the state?”
“No. Do you know Lil’ Wayne? The rapper?”
“No, the US is pretty big. Have you been to the US?”
“No.”
“Would you like to go someday?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“America is full of evil. A lot of money and a lot of evil.”
“Money can be used for evil, but money isn’t bad. But there
are some bad people otherwise, but that is just like Ghana.”
“Obama visited Ghana. He was born in Africa you know.”
Stunned look. I know there are controversies, but even to be
propagated even here? “The President is supposed to be born in the States.”
“He was born in Sudan.”
“Who told you?”
“He did. He came to Ghana in 2009.”
“Wow. He told you that?” *Snicker*
“Yup.”
“Do you like Obama?”
“No.” *Straight up shocked. Obama stuff is everywhere*
“Why not? Many Ghanaians like Obama.”
“He is evil. He practices gay.”
*Holding back the snickering* “Oh I see.” They don’t mean he
is gay, but that he supports gays, and homosexuality is not accepted well among
traditional Christians in Ghana.
HAHAHA It was so funny. They had so many misconceptions of
the US, but still dreaded that they were from Ghana. I tried to get across that
Ghana is a beautiful country and they should love the fact they are Ghanaian.
We had to leave shortly after to check out of our rooms in time. It was awesome
chilling on the beach, talking with the locals, taking in the culture and
scenery, and just relaxing. Going to Cape Coast made me for sure want to come
back to Ghana. I hadn’t been so sure before, but after the beauty of that part
of the country, I will definitely make my way back.
Once showered, packed, and checked out, we found the bus
station and waited for an unusually long 2 hours for a bus to come. The bus was
really nice, and the roads are super nice as well. The bus ride was
exceptional, especially given our last experience with the Metro Mass busses.
We made it back to the office later than we had planned, but I did not regret
at all our trip to Cape Coast.
We planned our trip to Cape Coast on Wednesday and Thursday
because the branch from Abomosu was coming to do work in the temple on Friday.
Friday morning, we woke up early and made our way to the temple to see our
wonderful branch and to serve and worship in the temple. The Accra Ghana Temple
is one of my top favs in terms of temples, and I loved working there all
morning. I started with recording for conformations, then I did a session. The
session was jam packed with people. There were several members who were going
for their first time, and it is so fun to help them through the session. Most
could speak only small English, but some were French speakers, meaning they
were from Ivory Coast or some other West African nation. The session was very
long, but I had no qualms waiting in such a spirit-filled place.
I had met Stephen, Sr. in the locker room before I went to
my session. He did not make it into my session, and was still waiting in the
locker room when I finished my session. Which means he did not make the session
that had just started as we left and had to wait another 2 hours for the next
session. Poor guy, he is just trying to get his whole branch through!
Apparently, Friday was a holiday, Farmer’s Day,
and that is why the temple was so busy that day. We wanted to get home
and prep for the departure the next day, so we said our final good bye and tro
troed back to the office.
I ended up not packing but working on SEED stuff. We still
had some online stuff to fihish about our loan recipients. I could have
finished in an hour, I think, but I kept watching Christmas videos and
listening to Christmas music, so I was really distracted. I AM SO EXCITED FOR
CHRISTMAS!! I haven’t seen snow, I haven’t been freezing, I have barely seen
Christmas decorations, and I just want to be festive!! After working hard at
not working, I called my parents and Facetimed with them for a few hours. They
are crazy, but I am so excited to be back home for a bit.
Saturday felt surreal the whole day. It did not feel like we
were leaving; it just felt like another regular day. I packed all morning, and
while I was packing, my laptop fell off onto the cement floor. I almost went
crazy. I thought it was done for. Thankfully, it just needed a reboot, and it
is working fine still. Of course, it happened on the LAST FREAKING DAY IN
GHANA. Such is life. After I was all packed, Garrett and Zandra returned from
their shopping adventure and told me all about the vast amount of kentey they
saw. I then had to go out and get some,
even though I thought I was done. I made Garrett take me to the place where he
saw it, and I got some really spectacular material. It is so cool, and it is so
Ghanaian. I love it so much. Spent too much money on it, but it is awesome!! I picked
up a goat meat kabob (I didn’t like the spices very much, and the meat I had
was super fatty, so it wasn’t very good). We loaded our things into Enock’s car
again, and he took us to the busy airport.
We had a scary interruption in the Accra airport. All five
of us got pulled aside because our visas had expired. Say what? I thought it
was a 90 day visa, and we are at like 88 or 89 days. Nope, it was a 60 day
visa, and we all stayed past the limit. Luckily, they just said pay us $20 and
we will update your visa. Well, I hope it goes to the right place and not in
somebody’s pocket, but at least we made it out of the country.
The flight was sooo long. It was a red eye, whatever that
means. I could barely sleep, so I watched Home
Alone, Superman: Man of Steel,
and Now You See Me. The set up on
Delta’s new plane is super awesome. They give you a TV in every seat so you can
watch, listen, and play whatever you like. It was a life saver for that 10 hour
flight. When we landed in JFK, we waited FOREVER to get our luggage. So long,
Bev and Allan missed their flight, and the time for my flight was creeping
closer. Of course, we were late landing as well, so I only had about two hours.
They streamlined the customs process, so it was way fast. Anyway, the luggage
door on the plane would not open, so when they finally got it open, I had about
45 minutes to go through immigration, recheck my bad, and find Terminal 2.
WHERE IS TERMINAL 2?!?!?!? I was in a hurry, and a train was leaving for each
direction. Luckily, a man was on my same flight from Accra and was trying to
get to T2 as well, so we asked and hopped on the right train, somehow found T2
after going downstairs, upstairs, inside, outside, and booked it to the gate
where they were boarding my flight. So many blessings! I would have been so sad
if I had to wait around at the airport for a flight. I was the very first to
get my luggage, so I thought I was the only one who was going to make their
plane. Luckily, Garrett and Zandra made it right in the nick of time (and that
is no joke; last ones on the plane). Bev and Al had to figure everything out
because of their missed flight, so I hope they figure every thing out properly.
I am so excited to be home! I listened to I’ll be Home for Christmas, and I broke
into tears on the plane because I realized I was so blessed to make it home for
Christmas. But I also was thinking of my wonderful time in Ghana, and I
couldn’t help but break down. I’m sure the guy next to me is thinking WTF dude?
But whatevs. I’m in freaking America now!!
