Ok, so the cat’s out of the bag. I’m going back to Ghana!!
I am so looking forward to my trip back to Ghana in October. Although all of the details are not yet worked out, I have made some preliminary plans. Unfortunately, I will be traveling alone because of Alan’s responsibilities at work. My travels start on October 12th, and I’ll return home on the 22nd. I’ll spend nearly all of my time helping at Beacon House orphanage. This is the same orphanage where I helped while living in Accra. It is run by an Italian American woman who is also a missionary. There are 30+ children living there at any given time ranging in age from a few months old to about 14 years old. I’ll be staying in a room in the baby house, where it’ll probably be a little noisy. I’ve also been informed that I’ll have to take bucket baths (a very common thing for the average Ghanaian). Friday night I’ve booked a room at the SIM Guesthouse (the same guesthouse that I managed while living in Accra) so I can go to the Dzorwulu Keep Fit Club at 6 a.m. on Saturday morning to visit with many of my Ghanaian friends.
When talking with a friend recently about this trip, she thought I would be scared. I’m not afraid to make this trip alone because Accra is the place I lived in and loved for 8 months. It would probably be a different story if I was going to a new country, but I already know the culture and how to get around. In addition, I spent 6 weeks of those 8 months alone (well, without Alan in the same country) when I lived there. I know what’s expected of me within the culture. Things can’t have changed that much in the 10 months I was away. 😉
I’ll be posting every few weeks as the time gets closer to depart. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers.
Many times as a missionary new people will come to the field, in our case Africa. And then after some time has passed you realize that they been here one month or two month. You say to yourself the age old phrase, “Wow, time flies!”
So, in many ways that is how I can tell how long we’ve been here. It seems like we just arrived on some days, while on others, it seems like we’ve been here for years. Our time in Ghana has been anything but boring. There are too many events and people to list which have highlighted our journey.
We have only three months remaining in this unique African country before we head back to the U.S. It would be easy to break out a calendar marking off those days until we return. But I would rather leave the calendar in a drawer, savoring these last months with patience and pause. Live in the moment, trying not to look forward.
Some upcoming events for us in Ghana are:
- Tywonn has another medical outreach late this month.
- I have a tentative trip planned to Benin in October to do counseling.
- I have another trip planned to Nigeria in November to do a crisis management course.
- We have some friends coming out from Florida in late November.
It might not sound like much, but rest assured these few events will fill up three months quickly.
The sun shows itself sparingly these days. Why? The rainy season which happens between June and July and September and October. The first two months deliver the most rain, while the second are a mini me version.
When we arrived in Ghana it was h-o-t. I would sit in our living room sweating. There would be sweat coming from places where I didn’t know sweat glands existed. When I would go to bed, I would sleep as spread out as possible not wanting any part of my body to touch another part. We would go swimming at a local water hole where I would want to sleep if it had been allowed. I would pray for the rainy season to arrive because I had heard rumor that it would cool down to the point where blankets would be necessary. How glorious that would be!!
And they were right. About a week ago, I awoke in the early dawn with a chill. It probably wasn’t any more than 65 degrees, but since we have been living in the oven for a while, 65 degrees is cold. We rarely run the ceiling fan because it would be freezing. I’ve even walked around with long sleeve shirts on a time or two. Our Ghanaian guards are beginning to look akin to Eskimos with all the clothing they wear.
But we are in August, the lull. The first rainy season has come to an end and the second has yet to begin. The sun has come out in spurts as it plays the childish game of hide and go seek. I wish more than ever that the sun would mature and just come out and play. The cooler weather is nice to sleep in, but here’s to longing for the weather to warm up in Ghana.