Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Farewell Ghana

It’s Rachel again…for the second and final time. We’re planning to head back to the States on Friday. My past two months have been fun sometimes and not-so-fun other times, but ALWAYS an adventure. I will miss it (and who knows! Maybe I’ll be back here sooner than I think).

As a farewell address, I thought I would list all the things I love about Ghana. Sometimes it is easy to get excited about the hot shower and air conditioned house waiting for me at home, but then God reminds me of all the things I am leaving behind here. Such as:

1) Thunderstorms. I just love it when it rains here. Yesterday we had a bunch of rain and, as everyone here knows, that means it is COLD. While I was rejoicing in the temporary relief from the stifling heat, the children were huddled inside their shirts, shivering. Amazing how everything is relative.

2) The fact, here, to be “increasing in weight” is a good thing. Yesterday one of the house mothers here told me I was fat. As a compliment. I said (oh-so-politely) that in America, we want to be THIN, and even if someone is fat, you don’t comment on it.

3) New Vocabulary. “Head” is hair, “Knickers” are pants (and by the way, “pants” are underwear), “Biscuits” are cookies, and “Fine” is everything from Okay to Unbelievably Happy to Grumpy to Downright Miserable.

4) The fruit. It’s awesome here. Just trust me on this one.

But most of all, I think I will miss the kids. Every one of them is so unique and special and wonderful. I wish I could spend more time getting to know them. Each one has touched me in different ways. I will never forget this trip and what God has done through every moment of it. Thanks, Ghana….I’ll miss you!


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Monday, May 17, 2010

Pool Day

Last Friday the heat was taking a toll on the volunteers … so we made the decision to have a pool party with some of the kids. Nurse Debbie very generously offered up her compound’s pool and we were all set! Each volunteer took one child and spent the afternoon playing, relaxing, and eating delicious homemade brownies. It was a great afternoon! IMG_1934 IMG_1942 IMG_1936 IMG_1939 IMG_1933 IMG_1946



Tuesday, May 11, 2010

An American In Ghana

Hello! My name is Rachel and my grandmother and I have been volunteering at Beacon House for the past month. Ms. Romana has asked me to write a blog post so here is what I wrote after my first visit to the Ghanaian market at Madina. Day 19: April 17, 2010 Well…I have now been to the market. I’ll try to describe my impressions of it as succinctly as possible, but since those impressions were negative, it could be difficult. If they were positive, my post would be far briefer. I always use more words to complain. First, though, I ought to mention that I dislike shopping. Bores me to tears. I should also point out that I can’t stand having people notice me just because I happen to look different (if it is because of some incredible talent of mine, well, that’s another matter). And as a third premise, “cultural experience” is NOT a phrase that excites me in any way. image All of these pet peeves were outraged by the Madina market. After the first two hours or so I sat down with H (one of the girls from Beacon House who came with us to help out) to watch our things because I was so sick of shopping. There was no escape from it. Stalls, goods, furniture, umbrellas, food, and people were so tightly packed in that you could not stand still for 5 seconds without being in someone’s way. Grandma Judy was almost run over by a huge wooden cart at one point—one of the women who came with us had to pull her out of the way. A little scary, no? And talk about having people notice you! We stood out like brightly colored warts. It seemed like someone was always calling out “Tsssss! Obruni! You buy?” While I was sitting with H, taxis, tro-tros, and people were passing inches away from my nose, and everyone stared at me with unabashed curiosity. One woman tapped my chin as she passed without saying a word. Another person, a man this time, had a LOT to say in a rather angry tone, none of which I could understand. Oh yes. A very cultural experience, to say the least. Add to that heat, dust, mud, sewage, flies by the hundreds, a headache, baskets of shriveled fish carcasses, a rat in the gutter, and exhaustion, and you can probably imagine how ready I am to go back to Madina. image On the other hand, Grandma Judy had a rather enjoyable time. People, this woman is amazing. She was able to find pretty much everything we needed (a metal bucket, veggies, short tables and stools for the baby house), trekked all over that muddy market, pushing her way through hot crowds of people for upwards of 5 hours, and refused to declare herself tired until we were back in the comfort of our room. Not only that, but she is organized to the point that it annoys me. I can’t whine about it though, because she has saved my bacon too many times (not to mention that I was the one who left my bag behind at the food court in the mall twice and had to go retrieve it). And there’s no need for you to remind me about cleanliness, Mom, I am watered and soaped and sanitized constantly. image To get back to my story, when it was (finally) time to leave, one of the women and I took most of the groceries and things in one taxi while Grandma Judy, Helen, and the other stayed behind. I will never forget that taxi. The driver’s name, as I learned later, was Stephen. All I know is that Stephen has got to be an angel. Either that or God picked up our car while I wasn’t looking. Because only a miracle could have turned that vehicle around it what looked to me like an anthill of people walking around us. When the driver was backing up, people would hit the car to let us know when we were about to run over someone. Not to mention that two lanes of traffic (and I am using “lanes” in its loosest sense) were coming toward us head-on as we were turning. I guess at this point I should say it was quite an adventure and I’m glad now I went. It was quite an adventure and I’m glad now I went. There. Happy now? Thank you Lord, for an incredible grandmother to help me find my way through an incredible culture. And thank you for giving us adventures, even when we don’t really want them. ~Rachel~

Monday, May 10, 2010

Introducing Mercy

Mercy is Beacon House’s wonderful cook! She prepares all the meals every day for the children and the staff. (And sometimes for the volunteers if we are lucky enough to sneak some) IMG_8691 Mercy started to cook as a partime job next to school in 2004. After she graduated in 2006 at the Ghana Education Service she worked several different jobs before starting at Beacon House. The decision of what to prepare each day is mainly influenced by the stock available and the expiration date of the foods she has. Mercy rotates the different food items so that eating at Beacon House never gets boring. Mercys favorite food is banku with okro-stew, but she would not say no to good fufu with light soup. image Her favorite dishes to prepare for the children are vegetable foods like fried rice and jollof. The time needed to prepare the food varies with the dish. As rice is comparatively easy and fast to prepare, banku takes a lot of time and energy. IMG_8688 Mercy is a great cook and always has a smile on her face! We all love and appreciate the food she makes everday.