A Day In The Life

Now that I've established somewhat of a routine here, I figure I should briefly explain my typical day, or better yet week in Ghana. 

I have class 3 days a week- Tuesday through Thursday (ambitious, I know),  and I volunteer at an orphanage on Mondays.  My classes are pretty boring because most of the lecturers are difficult to understand, but I usually get a thing or two out of each class.  I usually spend the rest of my time hanging out with friends, running, reading, attempting to cook, going out to bars, and traveling.  I've seen most parts of the country and a little bit beyond, wandering by foot, tro-tros, and motorbikes.

There are certain things that have taken awhile to get used to, but that are beginning to feel pretty normal to me. This includes doing my laundry by hand and using clotheslines, drinking water out of plastic bags, and regular power/water outages.

As for the food...We have the "Night Market" where they sell fresh produce and Ghanaian dishes right across from our hostel, making us pretty spoiled in our location. We get most of our meals-which usually consist of rice, beans, or eggs- for about 1 cedi, which equates to about 75 cents. (Sorry Mom, I haven't actually been spending that much money on food.)  Most of the people at the Night Market are great-- I get fresh pineapple and mangoes every day from Rita, a 12-year-old girl who has the demeanor of a grown woman. But that type of young-for-your-years-wisdom is pretty common here. 

There are seamstresses who come to our dorm a few times a week and sell us custom-made clothes. We have all gotten some great stuff, which is good because clothes-wise, most of us came to Ghana prepared more for a camping trip than anything else. We were seriously mistaken though, and we're working on being as put together as the people who live here.

I spend each week itching for the weekend and the chance to travel again, and I am always happy to be back home a few days later.  My friends and I share an insatiable longing to explore and see new places, and our bucket list is long and in the making. We're always looking forward to next week, though totally unsure of what it will bring.

random monkey that lives on campus

Rita's stand

rainbow money

International Students' Hostel- ISH II

The Night Market

Even Politics in Ghana are Fun!

Tonight I got a rare opportunity to see the vice president of Ghana speak on campus. It is an election year, and the social democrat club on campus organized an event to rally support for the re-election of the current administration.


I decided to bring a pen and notepad along just in case I could make a newspaper article out of it.  I ended up taking notes on the vice president's whole speech, and learning a lot about Ghana's politics in the process.


The event was so much more fun and interactive than I expected it to be. There was cheering, there was chanting, and there was singing involved.


Not only did I thoroughly enjoy the event, but it turned out that I was given some space at the end of the upcoming news issue for a short article about the event!


The first issue of the newspaper comes out next week, and I have two articles-- One is a longer article that touches on the presidential speech last week, and now I have an article about the vice president's speech! I would say I'm pretty happy about this as a journalistic starting point!

Independence Day

Though I am a whole week late to follow up on it, I feel the need to mention Ghana's Independence Day, which took place on March 6th.


I found out that there was going to be an independence parade in Accra that I really wanted to attend.  Since Accra is the capital of Ghana, this was the main independence day celebration in the country. The event hosted all of Ghana's leading figures, from traditional rulers, to military, to the President of Ghana. I even got to listen to the President deliver a speech which I was really excited about!


I am writing for a school newspaper that some international students are starting up at the University of Ghana, and I wrote about the Independence Day parade for my first article.  I was pretty stoked that for my first article ever I was taking notes on a presidential speech!


All in all, I am really glad that I was able to experience Ghana's Independence Day in the heart of all the action. It was cool to see the level of patriotism that a lot of Ghanaians have. It was only the 55th anniversary of the country's independence, so I found the day to be a lot more meaningful than any Independence Day I've ever experienced.


Ironically, I went out with my British friends later that night, but that's another story...

Ada Beach

Thanks to Independence Day (and to my already minimal class schedule), I've been able to enjoy a very long weekend.


For my friend's birthday, we decided to spend the night at Ada Beach, a beautiful spot that we first visited about a month ago.


To get there, my friends and I FINALLY took tro-tros, a form of very cheap transportation. They are these vans that go around their given routes, similar to how a bus might work. They are hard to figure out at first though, and I have had multiple friends who have traveled hours away from where they intended after getting on the wrong one. I enjoyed the tro-tro a lot though, and using them made me feel a lot more integrated with the locals.


Once we got off the tro-tro, we wandered around a deserted area, trying to figure out how to get to the boat taxis that would take us to the right part of Ada. It was hard to figure out where we were going, and the few people we were able to talk to didn't speak much English. After a bit of wandering, we were approached by a group of locals on motorcycles. (They're not prevalent in Accra, but motorcycle taxis are quite common in other areas.) We were transported to a boat on the backs of these vehicles that were somewhere between a vespa and a full-on motorcycle. It was so much fun as we went through a remote village on the motorcycles, winding between huts; dodging goats, chickens, and each other.


We were dropped off at a boat that then took us to the strip of beach where we spent the night. The island-type piece of land was nestled between the Volta River and the Atlantic Ocean. We spent our time there relaxing, eating fresh coconuts, dancing with the local children, and sleeping in a hut. It was so nice to wake up in the morning and be able to walk out onto the beach and into the ocean. .It made the hours of travel the day before feel far away and well worth it.


I can't wait to go back!

Beacon House

After a somewhat hectic, but mostly relaxing weekend, today I had to return back to reality. Well,ok...RELATIVE reality. I don't have class on Mondays, but I volunteer at an orphanage called Beacon House in the morning.  It's sometimes hard to drag myself out of bed before 7 am, but once I am there, it is always well worth it.

Today was a very special day in particular because two of the children who I have been seeing each week and have grown somewhat close with were being adopted today! A young woman from Colorado is now the mother of two of the kids, one girl, Gifty (age 3) and one boy, Acholi (age 6).  I don't know Acholi too well, but Gifty is the wisest and sassiest 3 year old you'll ever meet.  My friends and I joke that she's like a grown woman in a 3 years old body, who speaks "the Queen's English". 

There was a bittersweet vibe in the air this morning as everyone was excited for the kids, but also slightly heartbroken that they were losing two children who were practically their own.  

Once I found out that there would be an official ceremony in the afternoon to send the children off, I knew I had to come back to witness it and to say goodbye. I am so glad that I made the decision to go back because it turned out to be one of the most heartwarming experiences of my life. 

It started out with a bunch of prayers being said by the house mothers as well as by some of the other orphans.  Once everyone started to say their goodbyes, the emotions really started to set in. It was the site of the other orphans giving tight, desperate hugs to Gifty and Acholi that made me start to cry.. I couldn't even imagine how the full-time staff who have lived with these kids must have felt. After saying my goodbyes to Gifty and Acholi, I spent some time hanging out with the other kids and then saying goodbye, which was harder than usual, even though I'll see them next week.

It is so crazy for me to think about the fact that Gifty and Acholi will be in the United States within a few days. They're actually first going to the Northern part of Ghana to say bye to Acholi's family...I'm not exactly sure what their whole story is, but I can't imagine that that will be easy.  I can't believe that by the time they are grown up, Gifty and Acholi will be completely American, and likely will not remember their days at Beacon House. Especially considering that today that is all they know! It's too much to even process at the moment, but working at Beacon House is definitely an unbelievable experience!

More posts soon to come about the past few weeks!

Gifty!

Michael and Gifty

Emmanuel. the next Biggie, I guarantee