Mar 18, 2014

Monday Night

I am typing this update on Monday about 7:45pm. I was just in the back taking my shower; I heard a loud gush of water running and then basins being filled. I could tell that Ceci was moving the buckets so I assumed the tap must of started running.

As I came back to my room all of the MOM's in the compound were outside moving buckets and basins, I even saw a long hose running across the courtyard. I am now in the room and I can still hear water being collected on the back side.

A mini "water" drill goes into action and there is rapid movement to and fro to get the water collected before the tap stops running. I am not sure who turns the water to the village ON and OFF, the event certainly creates movement that is orchestrated, coordinated, choreographed, all a way of life for the families that live in the compound. Tonight was the firs time I saw this happen after dark. Usually the water collection is very very early in the mornings.

Today was a full day. Kwame and I went to Ayikumah about 8:30am. We met with Divine and went over the carpentry estimate and details. I walked around with Kwame and reviewed all the work Frankie the electrician completed, we know have working lights and fans in all the rooms. I also went to the 2nd story of the school and got all the information on how they are setting up the columns and frame for the roof. All the roof work should be completed by mid May, this will get us space that we can use on the 2nd story, and we will have full cover from the heavy Ayikumah rains.

We also got an estimate for a summer hut, this will be a cement pad 24 x 40 feet, roofed. It will be away from the main school building, a place where the children read books, play games, pass time on the school property in an open area that is protected from the hot Ghana sun.
In the rural areas of Ghana the summer huts are usually made like bohio's with palm roofs, we are doing an roof that is permanent, made from a metal material. The summer hut is being funded by donations made in memory of Renee's Father, Steve Farwell, from Goose Lake, Iowa. He passed unexpectedly in September of last year. His support and spirit will always be with the Mawuvio's organization, staff, teachers, volunteers and especially the children.

We got back from Ayikumah around 1:30pm. I spent time with class 2 and class 4. We had ISEP volunteers today helping in several of the classes, they were all doing an excellent job supporting the Mawuvio's teachers. Amazing how much energy young college students have. Today we had Grace, Nikki, Charlotte and Micah.

Teacher Lawrenda and I distributed uniform shorts, gym shorts and soccer jerseys to all the boys. They were all very thankful and appreciative. Tomorrow some of the older girls will get skirts and we also have gym clothes for all the girls. Thanks BETH KEMPE from Atlanta and all the great work you do with the Uniform Project ! ! !

Tomorrow Pastor Belinda is coming to the school with some local pastors and then we are going to check out some sights in Accra - places where the October conference attendees can visit when they are here.

Ceci, Stefan and I had dinner around 6pm. Tonight I had WACHE, spelled WAYKE, plaintains, veggies a la Ceci, and Red Fish. And yes the secret red sauce.

It is 8pm and the crying routine between Terrence and Godsway seems to have started again. One of the two will usually cry at night right around 8pm before going to sleep. Tonight it is Terrence's turn. This sound is being accompanied by gospel music coming from a unit at the front of the compound. When you share space with 15+ families silence is seldom an occurence. I am not complaining, it is just the way it is.

Me and my friend, the overhead fan on speed 2 are doing just fine. I have to work on a few things before trying to catch up on a book I brought with me that I hoped to finish before going home.

Hope you are having a great St Patrick's Day.

I miss Maddie and Morgan. I spoke to them on the phone last night - I called out their names and they barked back. It was wonderful to hear their Corgi voices.