I know it has been March since my last post and I am very sorry for that! Kpando is my home now and all of the things which were new to me and seemed to be strange at first are now totally normal parts of my days! I have adjusted to life here and I feel as if nothing I write about will be that interesting!
I just returned from Ho, which is the regional capital of the Volta Region. It is about an hour and a half drive from Kpando. In Ho there is a “nice” private hospital called Trifaga, which has a very good ART (anti-retroviral treatment) department. One of the children at the HardtHaven, I will call her T, is VERY sick and another volunteer and I had to spend the past 3 nights in the hospital with her!
In the developed world, I love children’s hospitals because they are so bright and cheery and the sick children get so much attention. At children’s hospitals in America they have people who are literally toy specialists. The main objective is to make children smile while they have to be brave and fight an illness, get surgery, undergo chemo-therapy etc.
The children’s wards in African hospitals are nothing like their cheery counterparts in America or Europe. They are downright depressing, save the sparse paintings of animals that decorate the walls. One boy next to us was in the throws of cerebral malaria…when the malaria parasites reach the brain stem. He was seizing and foaming at the mouth. And all that could be done for him was an injection every 4 hours and an I.V. Another child had a burn all over her body, with only a bandage covering it. Since the resources at hospitals here are so limited they can only give minimum care to the sick children.
In fact, the doctor who was looking after one of HardtHaven’s children does not work in the children’s ward, let alone enter the children’s ward. He was treating T as a favor for Edem and he said he absolutely hates coming to the children’s ward because there is usually only sad news coming from it.
Another frightening tid bit about the children’s wards in Ghana is that oxygen is seen as too valuable to give to young children. I don’t mind being in a hospital in America, it brings me a since of security because I know that there are great doctors and people are getting better inside the walls. In Africa, or at least in this particular part of Ghana, I HATE being in hospitals because a hospital is where people go to die. I can’t count the number of times I have seen mothers, brothers, daughters wailing on the grounds of the hospital because they have just lost a loved one. The statistics are alarming. Something like 50% of people who go in for surgery do not make it through.
The one thing I do like about the children’s ward in African hospitals is that during visiting hours family members, priests or ordinary people come in and the ward is filled with song and prayers. One woman who came into the hospital while T was there did not know anyone who was sick, but she just wanted to come in and pray over all of the sick children.
T is doing a little bit better but has a long way to go. Please keep her in your prayers!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
pocket of love
So a couple of weeks ago I went to observe an HIV support group in Nkunya, one of the most underdeveloped villages in Kpando district. The prevalence of HIV/AIDS is very high in this area because two of the tribes were at war for so long and that war had a negative effect on education and development in the area. Most of the children who are at the orphanage are from Nkunya; it is about a 10 minute taxi ride from the center of Kpando.
I didn’t know what to expect at the support group because, as I have mentioned in previous blog posts, the stigma for HIV is so big. I wasn’t sure if there would be people throwing eggs at us or if we would be shoved in a secret room with 20 locks of protection. Upon hearing of the support group, I had mixed feelings about it. I thought it to be an amazing resource to have for those who are HIV positive, a safe place where they can disclose their status, express their problems and seek information and medical help without being ashamed. But on the other hand it also seems a bit dangerous because if you make one person in the support group angry for whatever reason, they can disclose your status to whomever they wish and there goes the rest of your livelihood.
Stigma, why is there a massive stigma that goes along with HIV/AIDS in Africa? Well from what I have concluded, it’s because previous to the Anti-retro viral treatment (medicine), if you were found to be HIV positive it was basically a death sentence, because AIDS was inevitable, it would come and take your life. Therefore, if you were positive you were good as dead, and in most cases, your family would stop taking care of you because in their eyes, they would be dumping resources into a black hole. Ju Ju, a form of black magic and/or sorcery was the traditional religion in Ghana before colonization brought Christianity, so there are still traces of this belief throughout the culture. AIDS and Ju Ju also go hand in hand. In some cases, if you are HIV positive, you are thought to be cursed and dangerous.
Nkunkya sits at the bottom of a huge, lush, green mountain. The scenery is absolutely beautiful, thinly paved roads winding around the lush countryside. The taxi Anthony and I took pulls over on the side of the road, about 4 km outside of the Nkunya center. A beautiful woman in a yellow t-shirt greets us at the roadside, takes the huge suitcase of donations we brought and heaves it atop her head then starts to lead us through the bush. We walk for about 5 minutes until we come upon a partially finished building of mud bricks and wooden beams filled with about 25 to 30 people singing and praying.
Everyone’s attention is now fixated on us, suspicious looks, happy looks, confused looks. Foster and Ella are the two who organize this support group which meets once a month. They introduce us as friends from Kpando who work for an NGO called UNiTED. We are not automatically welcomed with smiles and praises, because they are wary of our position, will we tell people? Can we be trusted with this information? It is only after we explain our position, that we are hear to observe and see if we can hopefully help in anyway possible, do we get smiles and praises from the members of the group.
There was a lot of translating going on during this meeting. Nkunya has its own language, then it is translated into Ewe then Anthony translates it into English for me. My head was spinning as I was taking notes. The meeting started out with very technical questions about how you can give HIV to others and how you can become re-infected with HIV. Then it got more personal, individual testimonies were given about how the Anti-retro-viral treatment (also called ART or ARVs) has changed his/her life, made them healthy again. The woman who met us at the roadside stood up and told her story. She confesses, her eyes watering, that she was a walking skeleton, days away from dying. Her parents abandoned her and her boyfriend left her upon hearing she was HIV positive and she was basically left to die alone. Foster and Ella found her on the streets, scooped her up and took her to the hospital and got her on ARVs which she has been on for 2 years now. She looks healthy and is extremely beautiful. She feels strong now and says she has something to live for again. Hearing these testimonies and the encouragement and cheers from the other members hurt my heart, yet warmed it at the same time. The stories were so humiliating, sad and unimaginable. I found myself crying as Anthony was translating the stories to me. However the praises, support and love in the “room” was so immense. These strangers have been brought together by this awful sickness, but are helping each other navigate their way through it, every month, here in this unfinished room, in this pocket of love in the bush.
I’m sure many of you are familiar with Magic Johnson; he is a major spokesperson for HIV/AIDS. He is HIV positive, but is taking ARVs to keep him healthy and prevent him from contracting AIDS. Anti-retro-viral treatment is a drug cocktail consisting of 3 or 4 different medicines, different for every person, to keep the virus from replicating and attacking your immune system. You must take these drugs at the same time every morning and every night for the rest of your life. The drugs essentially keep the virus dormant, you still have the virus and can still pass it to others, but it no longer takes your life. These medicines have been available in the US for some time now, but have only become affordable to places like Ghana in the past 3 years. It costs 5 Ghana Cedis ($3.50 US) each month for a month’s supply of the ARV drugs. There is a lot of work to be done to let the people know about how these drugs can help prolong life and hopefully eradicate stigma. With these medicines, being HIV positive is no longer a death sentence.
I didn’t know what to expect at the support group because, as I have mentioned in previous blog posts, the stigma for HIV is so big. I wasn’t sure if there would be people throwing eggs at us or if we would be shoved in a secret room with 20 locks of protection. Upon hearing of the support group, I had mixed feelings about it. I thought it to be an amazing resource to have for those who are HIV positive, a safe place where they can disclose their status, express their problems and seek information and medical help without being ashamed. But on the other hand it also seems a bit dangerous because if you make one person in the support group angry for whatever reason, they can disclose your status to whomever they wish and there goes the rest of your livelihood.
Stigma, why is there a massive stigma that goes along with HIV/AIDS in Africa? Well from what I have concluded, it’s because previous to the Anti-retro viral treatment (medicine), if you were found to be HIV positive it was basically a death sentence, because AIDS was inevitable, it would come and take your life. Therefore, if you were positive you were good as dead, and in most cases, your family would stop taking care of you because in their eyes, they would be dumping resources into a black hole. Ju Ju, a form of black magic and/or sorcery was the traditional religion in Ghana before colonization brought Christianity, so there are still traces of this belief throughout the culture. AIDS and Ju Ju also go hand in hand. In some cases, if you are HIV positive, you are thought to be cursed and dangerous.
Nkunkya sits at the bottom of a huge, lush, green mountain. The scenery is absolutely beautiful, thinly paved roads winding around the lush countryside. The taxi Anthony and I took pulls over on the side of the road, about 4 km outside of the Nkunya center. A beautiful woman in a yellow t-shirt greets us at the roadside, takes the huge suitcase of donations we brought and heaves it atop her head then starts to lead us through the bush. We walk for about 5 minutes until we come upon a partially finished building of mud bricks and wooden beams filled with about 25 to 30 people singing and praying.
Everyone’s attention is now fixated on us, suspicious looks, happy looks, confused looks. Foster and Ella are the two who organize this support group which meets once a month. They introduce us as friends from Kpando who work for an NGO called UNiTED. We are not automatically welcomed with smiles and praises, because they are wary of our position, will we tell people? Can we be trusted with this information? It is only after we explain our position, that we are hear to observe and see if we can hopefully help in anyway possible, do we get smiles and praises from the members of the group.
There was a lot of translating going on during this meeting. Nkunya has its own language, then it is translated into Ewe then Anthony translates it into English for me. My head was spinning as I was taking notes. The meeting started out with very technical questions about how you can give HIV to others and how you can become re-infected with HIV. Then it got more personal, individual testimonies were given about how the Anti-retro-viral treatment (also called ART or ARVs) has changed his/her life, made them healthy again. The woman who met us at the roadside stood up and told her story. She confesses, her eyes watering, that she was a walking skeleton, days away from dying. Her parents abandoned her and her boyfriend left her upon hearing she was HIV positive and she was basically left to die alone. Foster and Ella found her on the streets, scooped her up and took her to the hospital and got her on ARVs which she has been on for 2 years now. She looks healthy and is extremely beautiful. She feels strong now and says she has something to live for again. Hearing these testimonies and the encouragement and cheers from the other members hurt my heart, yet warmed it at the same time. The stories were so humiliating, sad and unimaginable. I found myself crying as Anthony was translating the stories to me. However the praises, support and love in the “room” was so immense. These strangers have been brought together by this awful sickness, but are helping each other navigate their way through it, every month, here in this unfinished room, in this pocket of love in the bush.
I’m sure many of you are familiar with Magic Johnson; he is a major spokesperson for HIV/AIDS. He is HIV positive, but is taking ARVs to keep him healthy and prevent him from contracting AIDS. Anti-retro-viral treatment is a drug cocktail consisting of 3 or 4 different medicines, different for every person, to keep the virus from replicating and attacking your immune system. You must take these drugs at the same time every morning and every night for the rest of your life. The drugs essentially keep the virus dormant, you still have the virus and can still pass it to others, but it no longer takes your life. These medicines have been available in the US for some time now, but have only become affordable to places like Ghana in the past 3 years. It costs 5 Ghana Cedis ($3.50 US) each month for a month’s supply of the ARV drugs. There is a lot of work to be done to let the people know about how these drugs can help prolong life and hopefully eradicate stigma. With these medicines, being HIV positive is no longer a death sentence.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Scouts
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Last weekend I gave an educational lecture on STIs (Sexually Transmitted Infections) and HIV/AIDS to about 60 boy and girl scouts! They range between the ages of 13 and 17. I was so nervous about speaking in front of a large number of teenagers, not to mention about such an EMBARRASSING and sensitive topic! When I was told I had to give this talk and who the audience would be, the scene from Varsity Blues immediately came to mind. When the Health Teacher stands up in front of the class and before talking about reproduction and STDs asks the class to repeat after her then says in her thick Texas accent, "Penis, Penis, Penis, Vagina, Vagina, Vagina."
Anthony, one of Edem's friends, accompanied me to Ho Hoe, which is about a 30 minute taxi ride from Kpando, and also where they were having their camp-out. It was in the cab that Anthony informed me I was the "key note" speaker, talk about some news that did not help with managing my nerves. We arrived at around 7:30pm and it was VERY dark. As we drove up to the compound I could faintly hear singing voices. There were about 10 tents set up that in the darkness looked like gigantic caterpillars. As we got closer, the voices got louder, it was the scouts singing and dancing around in a circle. These scouts are very similar to what we have in the states. They learn survival skills, leadership skills, how to tie a knot, etc.
Greetings are a big deal in Ghana. If someone comes to great you, you stop whatever you are doing, face the person fully and greet them. The formalities of it all can take up to 15 or 20 seconds and if you think about it, that's a long time just to greet some one in passing. I greet Harrison, the scout master, and Evelyn, one of the other women in charge and we chatted for about 20 minutes. I tell them where I am from, what I am doing in Kpando and about the work UNiTED is trying to do. I feel like now is a good place to mention that every Thursday I have been observing VCT (voluntary counseling treatment) for HIV patients at the hospital. I have enjoyed doing this SO much and told Harrison and Evelyn so. They must have heard me wrong or something, because Harrison introduced me as, "Doctor Rosie, a very good white doctor working at Margret Marquart Catholic Hospital in Kpando. She is very knowledgeable about STDs and HIV so ask as many questions as you would like." It took everything in me to keep from bursting with laughter.
All in all the talk went extremely well. I truly believe that they learned something and after saying the words penis and vagina out loud two or three times the awkwardness fell away. I guess the teacher from Varsity Blues had a point with that silly exercise! I was actually floored by some of the questions/answers I got from them. Just to see where they were in terms of knowledge on the topic of HIV, I asked a few questions before I started the lecture. The first question I asked, "How does a person become infected with HIV?" Three hands shot up with confidence. The first boy, about 16 years old and an obvious leader of the group, said, "Doctor, yes you can get HIV by sharing bread with someone who has HIV." My mouth momentarily dropped open before I could tell him that he was incorrect. The second boy, around 13 said "You can get HIV by sharing the same toilet or spoon with somebody who is infected." Again, WAY off! Finally, a girl raised her hand and said, "You can get HIV from having sex without condom with someone who is HIV positive." A grin spread across my face upon hearing her answer. I told her yes she was correct and explained that the HIV virus only lives in the blood and sexual fluids of a person who is HIV positive and that the virus does not live on their skin or in their breath.
With the HIV/AIDS epidemic being SO bad in Africa, i was shocked that these children did not know more about the virus and that it wasn't covered in schools. They are of an age where this topic should be covered in school. These kids are scouts, they are leaders among their age groups so their lack of knowledge, or mis-information is not only disheartening to me, but also a problem for their generation. This is a prime example of the stigma HIV/AIDS holds around here. With that being said, after I gave the lecture I was so proud of myself. I think they listened to me, probably because I am a doctor...hehehe. They answered the questions correctly the second time around. I feel like I educated them about something useful that will hopefully keep therm healthy, STI free and HIV negative.
I want to take this opportunity to mention how impressed I was with this scout camp out. The scout master, Harrison, has poured so much of his time, energy and love into teaching scouts to be responsible, educated citizens. He is trying to raise funds for the camp grounds where retreat weekends like the one I spoke at are held. They have already built a building, toilets and a kitchen all by hand and are now trying to build showers. By showers I mean a concrete structure with a couple of openings where they can take their bucket bath. Normally children around here bathe without a structure, but the scouts are adolescents and can no longer bathe without something covering them. I asked Harrison approximately how much it would cost to build them. He told me the supplies would cost around 360 Ghana Cedis and the labor would be free because it would be done by the scout troops. 360 Ghana Cedis translates to about 240 US Dollars. I am not sure if anyone reading this blog is involved in Girl Scouts or Boy Scouts of America, or has children who are in a troop, but this could be a great opportunity to help fellow scouts a little less fortunate than them. If you know of any troops back home looking to raise money for a cause or form a relationship with an international troop, this would be a great opportunity! Please shoot me an e-mail if you are interested! rosemarianbryan@gmail.com
Also, several people have been asking me what they can send me. I don't need anything, but the orphanage needs things like: boys belts, small boys underwear, MEDICAL TAPE especially, GOOD Band-aids, hydrogen peroxide, alcohol wipes, HAND SANITIZER, gauze, any other first-aid supplies, balloons and DVDs are always fun too.
Send any packages to:
Rosie Bryan
HardtHaven Children's Home
P.O. Box 216
Kpando, Volta Region
Ghana
Thank you again to everyone who has given me prayers and support!
Peace and Love from Africa!!
Last weekend I gave an educational lecture on STIs (Sexually Transmitted Infections) and HIV/AIDS to about 60 boy and girl scouts! They range between the ages of 13 and 17. I was so nervous about speaking in front of a large number of teenagers, not to mention about such an EMBARRASSING and sensitive topic! When I was told I had to give this talk and who the audience would be, the scene from Varsity Blues immediately came to mind. When the Health Teacher stands up in front of the class and before talking about reproduction and STDs asks the class to repeat after her then says in her thick Texas accent, "Penis, Penis, Penis, Vagina, Vagina, Vagina."
Anthony, one of Edem's friends, accompanied me to Ho Hoe, which is about a 30 minute taxi ride from Kpando, and also where they were having their camp-out. It was in the cab that Anthony informed me I was the "key note" speaker, talk about some news that did not help with managing my nerves. We arrived at around 7:30pm and it was VERY dark. As we drove up to the compound I could faintly hear singing voices. There were about 10 tents set up that in the darkness looked like gigantic caterpillars. As we got closer, the voices got louder, it was the scouts singing and dancing around in a circle. These scouts are very similar to what we have in the states. They learn survival skills, leadership skills, how to tie a knot, etc.
Greetings are a big deal in Ghana. If someone comes to great you, you stop whatever you are doing, face the person fully and greet them. The formalities of it all can take up to 15 or 20 seconds and if you think about it, that's a long time just to greet some one in passing. I greet Harrison, the scout master, and Evelyn, one of the other women in charge and we chatted for about 20 minutes. I tell them where I am from, what I am doing in Kpando and about the work UNiTED is trying to do. I feel like now is a good place to mention that every Thursday I have been observing VCT (voluntary counseling treatment) for HIV patients at the hospital. I have enjoyed doing this SO much and told Harrison and Evelyn so. They must have heard me wrong or something, because Harrison introduced me as, "Doctor Rosie, a very good white doctor working at Margret Marquart Catholic Hospital in Kpando. She is very knowledgeable about STDs and HIV so ask as many questions as you would like." It took everything in me to keep from bursting with laughter.
All in all the talk went extremely well. I truly believe that they learned something and after saying the words penis and vagina out loud two or three times the awkwardness fell away. I guess the teacher from Varsity Blues had a point with that silly exercise! I was actually floored by some of the questions/answers I got from them. Just to see where they were in terms of knowledge on the topic of HIV, I asked a few questions before I started the lecture. The first question I asked, "How does a person become infected with HIV?" Three hands shot up with confidence. The first boy, about 16 years old and an obvious leader of the group, said, "Doctor, yes you can get HIV by sharing bread with someone who has HIV." My mouth momentarily dropped open before I could tell him that he was incorrect. The second boy, around 13 said "You can get HIV by sharing the same toilet or spoon with somebody who is infected." Again, WAY off! Finally, a girl raised her hand and said, "You can get HIV from having sex without condom with someone who is HIV positive." A grin spread across my face upon hearing her answer. I told her yes she was correct and explained that the HIV virus only lives in the blood and sexual fluids of a person who is HIV positive and that the virus does not live on their skin or in their breath.
With the HIV/AIDS epidemic being SO bad in Africa, i was shocked that these children did not know more about the virus and that it wasn't covered in schools. They are of an age where this topic should be covered in school. These kids are scouts, they are leaders among their age groups so their lack of knowledge, or mis-information is not only disheartening to me, but also a problem for their generation. This is a prime example of the stigma HIV/AIDS holds around here. With that being said, after I gave the lecture I was so proud of myself. I think they listened to me, probably because I am a doctor...hehehe. They answered the questions correctly the second time around. I feel like I educated them about something useful that will hopefully keep therm healthy, STI free and HIV negative.
I want to take this opportunity to mention how impressed I was with this scout camp out. The scout master, Harrison, has poured so much of his time, energy and love into teaching scouts to be responsible, educated citizens. He is trying to raise funds for the camp grounds where retreat weekends like the one I spoke at are held. They have already built a building, toilets and a kitchen all by hand and are now trying to build showers. By showers I mean a concrete structure with a couple of openings where they can take their bucket bath. Normally children around here bathe without a structure, but the scouts are adolescents and can no longer bathe without something covering them. I asked Harrison approximately how much it would cost to build them. He told me the supplies would cost around 360 Ghana Cedis and the labor would be free because it would be done by the scout troops. 360 Ghana Cedis translates to about 240 US Dollars. I am not sure if anyone reading this blog is involved in Girl Scouts or Boy Scouts of America, or has children who are in a troop, but this could be a great opportunity to help fellow scouts a little less fortunate than them. If you know of any troops back home looking to raise money for a cause or form a relationship with an international troop, this would be a great opportunity! Please shoot me an e-mail if you are interested! rosemarianbryan@gmail.com
Also, several people have been asking me what they can send me. I don't need anything, but the orphanage needs things like: boys belts, small boys underwear, MEDICAL TAPE especially, GOOD Band-aids, hydrogen peroxide, alcohol wipes, HAND SANITIZER, gauze, any other first-aid supplies, balloons and DVDs are always fun too.
Send any packages to:
Rosie Bryan
HardtHaven Children's Home
P.O. Box 216
Kpando, Volta Region
Ghana
Thank you again to everyone who has given me prayers and support!
Peace and Love from Africa!!
Friday, February 12, 2010
You Are Welcome
My first few weeks in Kpando I was introduced to loads of people and almost every time I met someone new they would say "You're welcome." Immediately I thought, "Oh no I didn't say 'Thank you', was I supposed to say thank you?? Am I being rude? Why are they telling me you're welcome when I didn't say thank you" As these panicky thoughts ran through my mind at every instance I would just awkwardly smile and giggle. About a week ago I realized that they are saying, "You are welcome." As in, "you are welcome here in Africa, here in Ghana, here in Kpando, you are welcome here in this community, my community." In which the proper response would be a smile and a thank you. I guess I am so used to the exchange of "Thank you and You're welcome" back in the states that it threw me off every time I heard some one say "you are welcome" after meeting me. I never really sat back and pondered the meaning of the exchange, but now that I have, I think it makes more sense the way the Ghanaian people do it...
You are welcome.
Thank you!
So this weekend I found out that Ghanaians really LOVE to party! Funerals here are a big deal, tons and tons of people attend, the family saves for months and they last 4 days! This particular funeral was for a woman and her mother in the compound across the dirt path from my home and it was quite the affair! They were close friends of Mary and Peter. The girl was 35, finishing up her masters at Cape Coast University and complained of chest pains, she went to the hospital they gave her an injection and she went into a coma, I think she was probably allergic to the medicine. Her mother, who lived across the road from where I live was told the news and collapsed a week later.
The funeral for both of them was held last weekend and was a full on celebration. There were probably 800 people in town for it! Cars and vans and buses lined both sides of the street. On Friday afternoon, the family and friend pick up the bodies from the hospital and play drums and trumpets as they caravan down the main street in Kpando, dancing, crying and shouting praises the whole while. During this part of the ceremony is also when the friends and family mourn, and boy they REALLY mourn...outbursts of sobbing, murderous screams, wailing and flailing, they don't hold anything back, which I think is healthy..."Get it all out girl, get it all out," I thought to myself while witnessing one woman mourn. But during the funeral ceremony there is a great deal of celebration as well. They were playing drums and doing the traditional bo bo bo dance until the better part of 5am Saturday morning. They had at least three bands and everyone, the men especially were DRUNK! I pulled out my trusty CVS first aid kit (which I have used at least three times every day here) and patched up several cuts and scrapes on drunk mens faces. Where almost every time there was a marriage proposal.
My bed time around here is usually 8pm. I am SO TIRED everyday I just pass out. When I tried to go to sleep Friday night it never happened because of the blaring music (my door and window face directly where the celebration was happening.) SO I decided that I would join the fun!I went to the shop to help Patience (my sister) serve alcohol. At about 1am Peter, my cute sweet dad around 57 years old, (who was also hammered) insisted that he take me "downtown" to get a drink with his brother who had just arrived from the Northern region (a 12 hour journey). Downtown was all of a two minute walk to a shack with a blue light. We chatted about Barrack Obama, Ghanaian royalty (my family is the royal family here...which I like to think makes me a princess!) and stole chairs from a drunk who passed out at the table next to us.
After we drank our huge beers Peter grabbed my hand as we stumbled back to the party. They tried to teach me to bo bo bo dance (specific to Kpando), which is basically bending over and shaking your booty while in a moving circle around men playing the drums and trumpet. Then we paid our respects to the bodies and viewed the corpses. This, for me, was by far the most strange part of the ceremony. Mainly because everyone who went into that room to pay their respects was at least four sheets to the wind! After viewing the corpses you take a shot of palm wine (so gross and like 100% alcohol) and continue to dance. I went back to helping patience in the store until about 3am then called it a night, but they were still going!
At about 6am they transported all of the chairs and tents to the church of the deceased, which must have been a lot of work because there were tons of chairs and at least six tents. I went to the actual funeral mass Saturday morning with Mary...it was very sad, they are survived by one brother. I thought I was going to pass out because I was under the noon sun, dressed in black and I thought hungover! But I later found out it was because I had Malaria.
Don't freak out, because I am fine now, but being sick is never fun, whether you are in Texas, Ghana or Switzerland. It just brings out the worst in you and you never really feel yourself when you are sick! That is the reason this post is so late because I have been ill this past week. So I went to the hospital on Monday when I had an on and off fever, headaches, chills and terrible stomach pains. (I am taking anti-malaria meds and sleeping under a mosquito net, but there is nothing that 100% guarantees you won't get Malaria.) I am friends with Jones, one of the Pharmacists at the hospital and he made it his job to make sure I was O.K. and taken care of properly. I think I got faster treatment here than I have anywhere back home.
There were several people waiting on the benches to be seen. I told Jones and James that I wanted to wait in line because it wasn't fair that I cut in front just because I was white. They looked at me like I was stupid and completely ignored my request. Next thing I know I am ushered into a room with a nurse taking my temperature and blood pressure. I tell my symptoms to a nice Cuban woman doctor and then she ordered a blood test. I go to the lab, they take a sample and it turns up negative for Malaria. They take me back to the Cuban woman and she says that I have all the symptoms of Malaria, so the bacteria must be premature and not showing up on the lab work and she wants to treat me anyway.
Off to the injection room we go, which is no bigger than a small pantry. Again I asked to wait in line, but another Cuban doctor, took my hand, told me he was paying for my medicines and took me into the injection room. In the room there was another nurse, a mother and two little girls. One girl screaming as the nurse administered a shot right in her buttocks! I was thankful it wasn't me because injections in the ass hurt the most!
The Cuban doctor fills up the syringe with the meds and as I start to roll up my shirt sleeve he gives me a smile and says, "Around, its for your butt." UGH I think, but if it will make me feel better its worth it. I didn't get one injection, but two...one in each cheek. I was so glad it was over, but little did I know that there were two more of those I had to take for the next two days. Painful? yes. Worth it? Hell yes! I finished my treatment on Wednesday and feel like a new woman today! No more stomach pains, headaches or fevers! TAKE THAT Malaria!!!!!
Sorry it was long!
Peace and Love from Africa
You are welcome.
Thank you!
So this weekend I found out that Ghanaians really LOVE to party! Funerals here are a big deal, tons and tons of people attend, the family saves for months and they last 4 days! This particular funeral was for a woman and her mother in the compound across the dirt path from my home and it was quite the affair! They were close friends of Mary and Peter. The girl was 35, finishing up her masters at Cape Coast University and complained of chest pains, she went to the hospital they gave her an injection and she went into a coma, I think she was probably allergic to the medicine. Her mother, who lived across the road from where I live was told the news and collapsed a week later.
The funeral for both of them was held last weekend and was a full on celebration. There were probably 800 people in town for it! Cars and vans and buses lined both sides of the street. On Friday afternoon, the family and friend pick up the bodies from the hospital and play drums and trumpets as they caravan down the main street in Kpando, dancing, crying and shouting praises the whole while. During this part of the ceremony is also when the friends and family mourn, and boy they REALLY mourn...outbursts of sobbing, murderous screams, wailing and flailing, they don't hold anything back, which I think is healthy..."Get it all out girl, get it all out," I thought to myself while witnessing one woman mourn. But during the funeral ceremony there is a great deal of celebration as well. They were playing drums and doing the traditional bo bo bo dance until the better part of 5am Saturday morning. They had at least three bands and everyone, the men especially were DRUNK! I pulled out my trusty CVS first aid kit (which I have used at least three times every day here) and patched up several cuts and scrapes on drunk mens faces. Where almost every time there was a marriage proposal.
My bed time around here is usually 8pm. I am SO TIRED everyday I just pass out. When I tried to go to sleep Friday night it never happened because of the blaring music (my door and window face directly where the celebration was happening.) SO I decided that I would join the fun!I went to the shop to help Patience (my sister) serve alcohol. At about 1am Peter, my cute sweet dad around 57 years old, (who was also hammered) insisted that he take me "downtown" to get a drink with his brother who had just arrived from the Northern region (a 12 hour journey). Downtown was all of a two minute walk to a shack with a blue light. We chatted about Barrack Obama, Ghanaian royalty (my family is the royal family here...which I like to think makes me a princess!) and stole chairs from a drunk who passed out at the table next to us.
After we drank our huge beers Peter grabbed my hand as we stumbled back to the party. They tried to teach me to bo bo bo dance (specific to Kpando), which is basically bending over and shaking your booty while in a moving circle around men playing the drums and trumpet. Then we paid our respects to the bodies and viewed the corpses. This, for me, was by far the most strange part of the ceremony. Mainly because everyone who went into that room to pay their respects was at least four sheets to the wind! After viewing the corpses you take a shot of palm wine (so gross and like 100% alcohol) and continue to dance. I went back to helping patience in the store until about 3am then called it a night, but they were still going!
At about 6am they transported all of the chairs and tents to the church of the deceased, which must have been a lot of work because there were tons of chairs and at least six tents. I went to the actual funeral mass Saturday morning with Mary...it was very sad, they are survived by one brother. I thought I was going to pass out because I was under the noon sun, dressed in black and I thought hungover! But I later found out it was because I had Malaria.
Don't freak out, because I am fine now, but being sick is never fun, whether you are in Texas, Ghana or Switzerland. It just brings out the worst in you and you never really feel yourself when you are sick! That is the reason this post is so late because I have been ill this past week. So I went to the hospital on Monday when I had an on and off fever, headaches, chills and terrible stomach pains. (I am taking anti-malaria meds and sleeping under a mosquito net, but there is nothing that 100% guarantees you won't get Malaria.) I am friends with Jones, one of the Pharmacists at the hospital and he made it his job to make sure I was O.K. and taken care of properly. I think I got faster treatment here than I have anywhere back home.
There were several people waiting on the benches to be seen. I told Jones and James that I wanted to wait in line because it wasn't fair that I cut in front just because I was white. They looked at me like I was stupid and completely ignored my request. Next thing I know I am ushered into a room with a nurse taking my temperature and blood pressure. I tell my symptoms to a nice Cuban woman doctor and then she ordered a blood test. I go to the lab, they take a sample and it turns up negative for Malaria. They take me back to the Cuban woman and she says that I have all the symptoms of Malaria, so the bacteria must be premature and not showing up on the lab work and she wants to treat me anyway.
Off to the injection room we go, which is no bigger than a small pantry. Again I asked to wait in line, but another Cuban doctor, took my hand, told me he was paying for my medicines and took me into the injection room. In the room there was another nurse, a mother and two little girls. One girl screaming as the nurse administered a shot right in her buttocks! I was thankful it wasn't me because injections in the ass hurt the most!
The Cuban doctor fills up the syringe with the meds and as I start to roll up my shirt sleeve he gives me a smile and says, "Around, its for your butt." UGH I think, but if it will make me feel better its worth it. I didn't get one injection, but two...one in each cheek. I was so glad it was over, but little did I know that there were two more of those I had to take for the next two days. Painful? yes. Worth it? Hell yes! I finished my treatment on Wednesday and feel like a new woman today! No more stomach pains, headaches or fevers! TAKE THAT Malaria!!!!!
Sorry it was long!
Peace and Love from Africa
Monday, February 1, 2010
THIS is Africa
I feel at home.
My host family is amazing! My father's name is Peter, he is precious, always listening to the radio with his shirt off and feeding the goats. My brother is James, he is 22 and has become a very good friend!! My mom's name is Rose Mary (crazy right), but every one calls her Mary or Mama. She is the matriarch of the neighborhood. They have a shop in front of the compound, where she sells everything; ice cream and booze being the top sellers! For many kids in Kpando, her shop is the first stop on the way home from school, where they pick up the delicious ice cream she makes sometimes for free and sometimes for 5 peshwas (equivalent to 3.5 cents). I love Mary, she is so sweet and has taught me how to do many things the way Ghanaians do. I think the feeling is mutual because whenever I run into some of Mary's friends on the street they all say, "Mary loves you too too much!" She has already told me that even though it is a long way away, she is sad that I have to leave.
I love my living situation! My accommodations are extremely nice by Ghanaian standards. The nicest and biggest room is given to their guests. I have a queen size bed, a fan, a table, two chairs AND a freezer! The toilet is an outhouse consisting of a concrete slab with a hole in it...that took some getting used to, but its all good now. This might be hard to picture...to get to the shower I walk down a path usually accompanied by goats and chickens. We have a spout where I fill up my bucket, that is when the water is running. The families who don't have a spout have to fetch their own water, they get it from the police station, which is miles from many homes. It takes several trips to get enough water for the family to bathe, cook and clean for one day. It has made me appreciate water sooo much and not take it for granted. Now don't get me wrong, if I had a choice between my shower at home or my bucket shower here I would pick my shower at home. But I don't have that option, so...when in Rome, do as the Romans do! I don't hate the bucket shower by any means, I actually like it, especially at night. There is no ceiling on the shower so I get to bathe under the moon and the stars...it is really neat and spiritual. It was a full moon the other night and I didn't even need a flashlight to bathe.
There are several kids who live in the compound. The ones who are around the most are Prince, 12, Freddy (Edem's youngest brother), 13, Paulo, 3 and Rachel and Ester,11. Rachel and Ester are always together! They help Mary and their older cousin, Patience, with everything. The other night I watched Ester, Rachel and Patience cook Banku, a local dish made of Cassava and corn crushed and mixed together until its mushy, its my FAVORITE thing I've eaten here. Little Ester had her feet on the iron stems of the pot which was about 6 inches away from the hot, burning charcoal. She muscled the huge wooden stick in the pot and would touch the pot with her bare hands moving it around several times to get the right angle so she could continue stirring the thick substance. I asked Patience if the pot was hot (I was thinking surely its not too hot because she doesn't make a peep when she grabs hold of it). But I was wrong. Patience answered, "Ooo yes, es very hot, but Ester here is a strong strong girl. Here in Africa we teach the girls to cook at a very young age." When the Banku became thicker and too hard for Ester to muscle around, Patience didn't say a word, she just gave Ester a tender look, Ester popped up and Patience took the reigns. Patience mumbled something in Ewe to Rachel and then asked me, "Do you want to go with Rachel to my auntie's house." I said of course, so off I went through the village, hand in hand with Rachel and Prince. It was during this moment I felt...THIS is Africa. The sun had set and it was dark, my eyes had to adjust so I didn't trip on the rocks jutting out of the dirt path. Families were crowded around an orange flame as they cooked their dinner. Silhouettes of babies were laughing and running around trees as their mothers were chasing them. I was not a tourist, I was part of this family, part of this community. I was so thankful in this moment as I felt the heart beat of my tiny neighborhood.
We finally got to Auntie's house and she and her son were sharing a bowl of Fufu (another local dish) eating under the dim light coming from the kitchen. The little boy, Francis, was taken aback when he saw me! "Yovo?" he blurted as he nearly fell off his stool. I just laughed and said yes. They immediately pulled up a chair for me to sit and offered me some food...here they say, "You are invited." if they are offering you some of their food. We picked up some things for Mary to make her famous ice cream and headed back home.
UNiTED is going well. I am working on the framework right now, which consists of getting everything down on paper and defining what UNiTED is, its goals, who it will serve, etc. I am also preparing for some interns who will be coming in late March. They are getting their masters in International Public Health from a university in the Netherlands and have come to help identify the health problems that are most taxing in Kpando. I am reading a really good book right now! Its called "Mountains Beyond Mountains" by Tracy Kidder. I found it at the children's home, just lying in a corner and something told me that I should read it. Its about Paul Farmer, a brilliant doctor from America who does work in Haiti. He witnesses a huge amount of poverty and the book details his feelings about it and how he helps. It really is the perfect book for me to be reading right now, not only because he is trying to improve the quality of life of those living in poverty, but also because
there are a lot of cultural similarities between Haiti and Ghana. The people of Haiti originated from West Africa, primarily Ghana, as a result of the slave trade 200 years ago. So they kept many of their traditions and beliefs. The way he identifies the problems in Haiti has a lot more to it than just taking everything he observes for face value! He understands the culture, the religion, the language and then starts to make some conclusions! I LOVE this book and feel that God placed it in my hands right now to keep on inspiring me to do his will, sort of like hinting to me that there is a right way to go about the research in this town for this project...from the bottom up.
Thank you to everyone for your support and prayers!
Peace and love from Africa
Rosie
My host family is amazing! My father's name is Peter, he is precious, always listening to the radio with his shirt off and feeding the goats. My brother is James, he is 22 and has become a very good friend!! My mom's name is Rose Mary (crazy right), but every one calls her Mary or Mama. She is the matriarch of the neighborhood. They have a shop in front of the compound, where she sells everything; ice cream and booze being the top sellers! For many kids in Kpando, her shop is the first stop on the way home from school, where they pick up the delicious ice cream she makes sometimes for free and sometimes for 5 peshwas (equivalent to 3.5 cents). I love Mary, she is so sweet and has taught me how to do many things the way Ghanaians do. I think the feeling is mutual because whenever I run into some of Mary's friends on the street they all say, "Mary loves you too too much!" She has already told me that even though it is a long way away, she is sad that I have to leave.
I love my living situation! My accommodations are extremely nice by Ghanaian standards. The nicest and biggest room is given to their guests. I have a queen size bed, a fan, a table, two chairs AND a freezer! The toilet is an outhouse consisting of a concrete slab with a hole in it...that took some getting used to, but its all good now. This might be hard to picture...to get to the shower I walk down a path usually accompanied by goats and chickens. We have a spout where I fill up my bucket, that is when the water is running. The families who don't have a spout have to fetch their own water, they get it from the police station, which is miles from many homes. It takes several trips to get enough water for the family to bathe, cook and clean for one day. It has made me appreciate water sooo much and not take it for granted. Now don't get me wrong, if I had a choice between my shower at home or my bucket shower here I would pick my shower at home. But I don't have that option, so...when in Rome, do as the Romans do! I don't hate the bucket shower by any means, I actually like it, especially at night. There is no ceiling on the shower so I get to bathe under the moon and the stars...it is really neat and spiritual. It was a full moon the other night and I didn't even need a flashlight to bathe.
There are several kids who live in the compound. The ones who are around the most are Prince, 12, Freddy (Edem's youngest brother), 13, Paulo, 3 and Rachel and Ester,11. Rachel and Ester are always together! They help Mary and their older cousin, Patience, with everything. The other night I watched Ester, Rachel and Patience cook Banku, a local dish made of Cassava and corn crushed and mixed together until its mushy, its my FAVORITE thing I've eaten here. Little Ester had her feet on the iron stems of the pot which was about 6 inches away from the hot, burning charcoal. She muscled the huge wooden stick in the pot and would touch the pot with her bare hands moving it around several times to get the right angle so she could continue stirring the thick substance. I asked Patience if the pot was hot (I was thinking surely its not too hot because she doesn't make a peep when she grabs hold of it). But I was wrong. Patience answered, "Ooo yes, es very hot, but Ester here is a strong strong girl. Here in Africa we teach the girls to cook at a very young age." When the Banku became thicker and too hard for Ester to muscle around, Patience didn't say a word, she just gave Ester a tender look, Ester popped up and Patience took the reigns. Patience mumbled something in Ewe to Rachel and then asked me, "Do you want to go with Rachel to my auntie's house." I said of course, so off I went through the village, hand in hand with Rachel and Prince. It was during this moment I felt...THIS is Africa. The sun had set and it was dark, my eyes had to adjust so I didn't trip on the rocks jutting out of the dirt path. Families were crowded around an orange flame as they cooked their dinner. Silhouettes of babies were laughing and running around trees as their mothers were chasing them. I was not a tourist, I was part of this family, part of this community. I was so thankful in this moment as I felt the heart beat of my tiny neighborhood.
We finally got to Auntie's house and she and her son were sharing a bowl of Fufu (another local dish) eating under the dim light coming from the kitchen. The little boy, Francis, was taken aback when he saw me! "Yovo?" he blurted as he nearly fell off his stool. I just laughed and said yes. They immediately pulled up a chair for me to sit and offered me some food...here they say, "You are invited." if they are offering you some of their food. We picked up some things for Mary to make her famous ice cream and headed back home.
UNiTED is going well. I am working on the framework right now, which consists of getting everything down on paper and defining what UNiTED is, its goals, who it will serve, etc. I am also preparing for some interns who will be coming in late March. They are getting their masters in International Public Health from a university in the Netherlands and have come to help identify the health problems that are most taxing in Kpando. I am reading a really good book right now! Its called "Mountains Beyond Mountains" by Tracy Kidder. I found it at the children's home, just lying in a corner and something told me that I should read it. Its about Paul Farmer, a brilliant doctor from America who does work in Haiti. He witnesses a huge amount of poverty and the book details his feelings about it and how he helps. It really is the perfect book for me to be reading right now, not only because he is trying to improve the quality of life of those living in poverty, but also because
there are a lot of cultural similarities between Haiti and Ghana. The people of Haiti originated from West Africa, primarily Ghana, as a result of the slave trade 200 years ago. So they kept many of their traditions and beliefs. The way he identifies the problems in Haiti has a lot more to it than just taking everything he observes for face value! He understands the culture, the religion, the language and then starts to make some conclusions! I LOVE this book and feel that God placed it in my hands right now to keep on inspiring me to do his will, sort of like hinting to me that there is a right way to go about the research in this town for this project...from the bottom up.
Thank you to everyone for your support and prayers!
Peace and love from Africa
Rosie
Sunday, January 24, 2010
I understand captain planet today
I have finally made it to Kpando! Internet is going to be a bit of an issue here. There is only one internet cafe and slow does not even begin to describe the speed at this place! It seems the server does not like gmail very much, it takes a while to do stuff so I won't be responding to emails as much as Id like! Please do send letters, packages or whatever you'd like to the address to the left.
We ended up having to stay in Accra for an extra night because Edems car had issues and he was very ill with malaria (once you get it it comes back in waves). It actually worked out well because I was able to take time to adjust to the time difference, 6 hours ahead of Dallas. Arriving in Accra at 1030pm was a little bit scary, mainly because I was by myself. I didn't get off the plane and immediately feel like I had returned home to mother Africa. There was no grandeur moment reassuring me that I was supposed to be there. I was HOT, nervous (mostly about my bags) and a bit scared! I wanted to get my bags, find Edem and the the H outta the airport!
My first impression of Edem was that he is the strong and silent type. Boy oh boy was I wrong! When I first met him he wasn't saying much because he felt like crap due to the malaria, he wasn't complaining, he just wasnt speaking. On the way to Kpando, I got to see the true Edem, the giggling, talkative and extremely goofy Edem! We talked about UNiTED a lot on the way here and he is just full of ideas, never thought I could meet someone more idealistic than myself. I have my work cut out for me! I am essentially assisting with getting this organization off the ground, more details to come! He asked me if I had ever seen the cartoon Captain Planet. OF COURSE!!!, I enthusiastically answered. He continued to say how much he adored the cartoon as a child, it was his favorite show and he never missed it. In my head I was thinking about the random selection of Western entertainment that catches on in Africa (Texas Walker Ranger, Celine Deon and Phil Collins just to name a few) and giggled to myself. Anyway he said, AS A CHILD I MISSED THE MESSAGE OF CAPTAIN PLANET, but that I UNDERSTAND CAPTAIN PLANET TODAY. Next thing I know I am belting out the theme song of Captain Planet with my new Ghanaian friend as we wind through the potholed roads of the Volta Region...
One of his ideas is to create a cartoon about HIV/AIDS, inspired by Captain Planet, of course! A cartoon that kids will like to watch so education about HIV and AIDS can begin at an early age therefore reducing the stigma associated with it. The stigmas here are unbelievable. No one in Kpando (except a few people at the hospital) know that Hardthaven helps children who are HIV positive. Edem said if people knew, they might not sell food to them and completely shun them! I am actually really nervous writing this because I am in the internet cafe and don't want any nosy characters peeking over my shoulder reading it. I think the cartoon is a great idea, but it probably will not happen right away...baby steps I keep telling him, baby steps.
We arrived in Kpando at 530 pm on Thursday. It was market day in Kpando and we drove right through the city center. The street was filled with people! Several women balancing metal tubs, cages, or sheets of fabrics on their head and walking like it was nothing. Music was blaring from the shacks, Edem was shouting warm greetings to his friends and children were running up to his car yelling, YOVO YOVO (means white person in Ewe...the other language they speak here)with big smiles spread across their faces! I loved everything about this moment. I have arrived in this strange African town, which is now going to become my new home.
Peace and Love from Africa!
We ended up having to stay in Accra for an extra night because Edems car had issues and he was very ill with malaria (once you get it it comes back in waves). It actually worked out well because I was able to take time to adjust to the time difference, 6 hours ahead of Dallas. Arriving in Accra at 1030pm was a little bit scary, mainly because I was by myself. I didn't get off the plane and immediately feel like I had returned home to mother Africa. There was no grandeur moment reassuring me that I was supposed to be there. I was HOT, nervous (mostly about my bags) and a bit scared! I wanted to get my bags, find Edem and the the H outta the airport!
My first impression of Edem was that he is the strong and silent type. Boy oh boy was I wrong! When I first met him he wasn't saying much because he felt like crap due to the malaria, he wasn't complaining, he just wasnt speaking. On the way to Kpando, I got to see the true Edem, the giggling, talkative and extremely goofy Edem! We talked about UNiTED a lot on the way here and he is just full of ideas, never thought I could meet someone more idealistic than myself. I have my work cut out for me! I am essentially assisting with getting this organization off the ground, more details to come! He asked me if I had ever seen the cartoon Captain Planet. OF COURSE!!!, I enthusiastically answered. He continued to say how much he adored the cartoon as a child, it was his favorite show and he never missed it. In my head I was thinking about the random selection of Western entertainment that catches on in Africa (Texas Walker Ranger, Celine Deon and Phil Collins just to name a few) and giggled to myself. Anyway he said, AS A CHILD I MISSED THE MESSAGE OF CAPTAIN PLANET, but that I UNDERSTAND CAPTAIN PLANET TODAY. Next thing I know I am belting out the theme song of Captain Planet with my new Ghanaian friend as we wind through the potholed roads of the Volta Region...
Captain Planet he's our hero, gonna take pollution down to ZERO...
One of his ideas is to create a cartoon about HIV/AIDS, inspired by Captain Planet, of course! A cartoon that kids will like to watch so education about HIV and AIDS can begin at an early age therefore reducing the stigma associated with it. The stigmas here are unbelievable. No one in Kpando (except a few people at the hospital) know that Hardthaven helps children who are HIV positive. Edem said if people knew, they might not sell food to them and completely shun them! I am actually really nervous writing this because I am in the internet cafe and don't want any nosy characters peeking over my shoulder reading it. I think the cartoon is a great idea, but it probably will not happen right away...baby steps I keep telling him, baby steps.
We arrived in Kpando at 530 pm on Thursday. It was market day in Kpando and we drove right through the city center. The street was filled with people! Several women balancing metal tubs, cages, or sheets of fabrics on their head and walking like it was nothing. Music was blaring from the shacks, Edem was shouting warm greetings to his friends and children were running up to his car yelling, YOVO YOVO (means white person in Ewe...the other language they speak here)with big smiles spread across their faces! I loved everything about this moment. I have arrived in this strange African town, which is now going to become my new home.
Peace and Love from Africa!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Ghaana go to GHANA
Well the blog is back and I promise to keep it more concise this time around! First off I want to say thank you thank you thank you to all of my friends, friends of friends and family who have supported me on this decision to do work in Ghana and to all of my parent's friends who hired me to work for them in exchange for a donation! It meant more to me than you will ever know and your generosity will change lives in Ghana!
Today is the day of the 21 hour journey to Africa. I am extremely excited and a bit afraid of the unknown, as it is my first trip to Africa. I have always felt a strong pull to Africa, I'm not sure why but I'll find out sooner than later. Edem, the co-founder of the organization I am working for, is going to pick me up at the airport in Accra and then we drive 3 hours to Kpando. I will be living with Edem's family for the first couple of months and I cannot wait to meet them! I've stocked my bags with bubbles, nail polish and puzzles for the children at the orphanage, even more excited to meet those kids. If you want to check out the orphanage you can visit www.hardthaven.org and for you facebook users, they have a facebook page which has a lot of great pictures. I'm not sure what to expect upon my arrival except a huge sensory overload and a lot of people offering to help me with my bags, which I definitely will need!
Things have been a little crazy the past couple of days as we had a family emergency. Most of my family is out of town and mom has helped me pack and get organized for the trip, and will be the one to send me off at the airport. I LOVE YOU MOM! I am going to miss everyone back home, especially my family, VISITS ARE ALWAYS WELCOMED.
E-mails are enthusiastically encouraged. In Cambodia, getting an e-mail about life back in the states paralleled with the excitement of opening presents at Christmastime. I am not sure what my internet access will be like, so letters in good ole snail mail are welcomed too. My address is at the top of the blog, so if you get the urge, send an old fashioned letter my way!
Everything about this opportunity has just unfolded before me and it all feels so right. The people I have met, connections I have made and information I have received about Ghana within the past 2 weeks are little signs from God reassuring me that I am on the right path and supposed to be doing this! I would appreciate it if yall can keep me, the project and the people of Kpando in your thoughts and prayers.
Thank you again to everyone, the next time I post will be from Africa!
Today is the day of the 21 hour journey to Africa. I am extremely excited and a bit afraid of the unknown, as it is my first trip to Africa. I have always felt a strong pull to Africa, I'm not sure why but I'll find out sooner than later. Edem, the co-founder of the organization I am working for, is going to pick me up at the airport in Accra and then we drive 3 hours to Kpando. I will be living with Edem's family for the first couple of months and I cannot wait to meet them! I've stocked my bags with bubbles, nail polish and puzzles for the children at the orphanage, even more excited to meet those kids. If you want to check out the orphanage you can visit www.hardthaven.org and for you facebook users, they have a facebook page which has a lot of great pictures. I'm not sure what to expect upon my arrival except a huge sensory overload and a lot of people offering to help me with my bags, which I definitely will need!
Things have been a little crazy the past couple of days as we had a family emergency. Most of my family is out of town and mom has helped me pack and get organized for the trip, and will be the one to send me off at the airport. I LOVE YOU MOM! I am going to miss everyone back home, especially my family, VISITS ARE ALWAYS WELCOMED.
E-mails are enthusiastically encouraged. In Cambodia, getting an e-mail about life back in the states paralleled with the excitement of opening presents at Christmastime. I am not sure what my internet access will be like, so letters in good ole snail mail are welcomed too. My address is at the top of the blog, so if you get the urge, send an old fashioned letter my way!
Everything about this opportunity has just unfolded before me and it all feels so right. The people I have met, connections I have made and information I have received about Ghana within the past 2 weeks are little signs from God reassuring me that I am on the right path and supposed to be doing this! I would appreciate it if yall can keep me, the project and the people of Kpando in your thoughts and prayers.
Thank you again to everyone, the next time I post will be from Africa!
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