Jan 18, 2015

From Saturday

It is interesting how a place so foreign and different than what I am accustomed to, can be so welcoming and familiar. Today all the voices and different sounds in the compound, confirmed very quickly that I was was back in Kissemah.

It's Saturday so the children are not in school, most of them running around, having fun, playing, taking their baths outside in big metal tins. The goats and chickens were in their usual place, Kaki the extra skinny dog across the street was hanging out in the same area he has frequented in the past.

Then there the radios, a few of the units in the compound have them going most all day Saturday. Some are talk shows in Tri, a Ghanian native language, some are gospel stations and then somewhere a soccer match was in play. And buckets, the sound of the metal bang when the handle is let go and it snaps agains the bucket itself. I heard that sound hundreds of times while I was here in visits past. Today I knew exactly what Vida, Godsway's Mom, was doing outside of the volunteer quarters unit. On the backside there is an area where the Mom's hang up the laundry to dry. She was moving the bucket every some many feet as the clothes items filled the line. And every time she put the bucket down, the metal would ring.

Speaking of Godsway, I finally saw him. He is much taller. He is three, but the size of a 4 year old. He looked at me and kept going, then 2 or 3 blinks later, he did a double take and smiled and smiled. He is much more talkative and he is no longer the youngest in the compound. Godsway has a cousin in the compound who is now the baby, baby. They told me his name, I am not sure how to spell, it sounds like Solemu.

Back in the kitchen area where I eat all my meals, Ceci and I listened to the play of the palms that hang over from the house next door. That is the house that runs a bar on their outside patio, the bar with the very regular and loyal patrons. Jehovah is one of them, is voice is deep and rattling, imagine an ancient raspy hoarse voice, that is what Jehovah sounds like. He probably has his name engraved on a table over there, he is their most loyal customer.

And then there is the concert of the pots, pans, dishes, silverware. Two or three of the units were making Fufu today and that requires pounding or smashing boiled plantains into a masa type consistency, so I heard the thump, thump, thump and it is soothing as the cadence is slow.

Tomorrow Teacher Lawrenda is coming over to help me sort and separate out the uniforms and gym clothes for the students in Kissemah vs the students in Aiykumah. I packed much of the items in big plastic bags and identified the quantities and sizes, we still need to separate out. The same for all the school supplies, some are for the kids here and most are for the school in Ayikumah.

All of the five bags made it to Ghana. All were opened by TSA, some had the contents shuffled about, but everything made it from ATL to ACC. David Gordon, the Atlanta Delta Red Coat that I dealt with, he did not budge on the $200 extra bag fee. I posed the same information, the same pleas, etc. that were successful for me in the past. His Red Coat position was firm, NO, NO and NO. I've been successful in getting the fees waived 5 out of 6 times, I knew one day I would run into a rigid red coat.

As I type this update it is 7:10pm. The temperature is probably in the low to mid 80's and there is a sligh breeze. The volunteer unit has 2 screened windows in the front and two on the backside, so a tiny light breeze will eventually cool off the night.

And I did not try the outside shower. Ceci wanted me to have warm water- so she did her magic and prepared a huge bucket of water from the tap, warmed by just the right amount of water that she heats on the coal pot. There is always tomorrow.

I am typing this in my room and the WIFI to actually post the update is in the school office, outside of the compound. Since I'm already in my pajamas, I will update early tomorrow.