From Then to Now

Krumasaray, Joseph, Maxell and I walking to the roadside to fetch them school supplies

January 30th
I just came inside from showering in the first rainstorm in Dodowa since my arrival! I was just telling the volunteers at lunch how much I wished it would rain and how on my previous visit we would stand outside in bathing suits with our shower gel and shampoo in anticipation of rain that rarely came. Less than an hour later someone said “Do you hear rain??” and we ran outside to enjoy it. When you don’t have running water, showering under the torrent of rain pouring from the gutters feels like the cleanest you’ve ever been. Of course, staying clean is an entirely different story. Our road is mostly loose red dirt, so our next trek to the orphanage will be a long muddy slog in which I suspect at least one person will lose a shoe.

Spot #1-Front Porch

***Turns out I was right about the shoe. Later that same night Manuela, Tiahn, Emma and I were walking to the orphanage down the slightly muddy path. Emma was walking ahead of the torchlight and saw the small ditch we normally pass over and thought it had dried. She was rather sorely mistaken. She stepped into a good foot of muddy water and came out the other side minus one shoe. Some locals passing by helped catch her on the other side and proceeded to fish her shoe out of the water before sending her on her way. Manuela, Tiahn and I were rather useless in helping this process along as we were giggling our pants off.***
February 9th

Spot #2-Behind the black tanks

In the last week, Dodowa has seen 3 rather impressive rainstorms. Just so you know, I gauge “impressive” based on the rain being heavy enough for me to take a high-pressure shower underneath our gutters. Such storms are pretty unusual this time of year as it is the dry season but I think our close proximity to the mountains allow us a bit more rain than other nearby villages. As I mentioned in a previous post, the river behind the orphanage turned dry a few weeks ago. The loss of that nearby source of water definitely slowed down the morning process. Suddenly the children had to walk a considerable distance to fetch water for their bath with one of the few available buckets. Thanks to these blessed storms the river has returned, though likely only temporarily.

Spot #3-My bedroom

Welcome though these storms may be, they do put a small, muddy hitch in getting from the volunteer house to the orphanage. The red, clay-like dirt that our road is comprised of does not absorb much water, and what it does absorb promptly turns to deeply slippery red mud. Have I ever mentioned how you feel perpetually dirty here? If not, now I have. If you shower in the rainstorm, you walk to your job and are literally splattered with dirt. If you take a bucket shower inside on a typical, non-rainy day you walk outside only to become immediately sweaty and dusted by the wind with the aforementioned red dirt.

Spot #4-End of the hallway

As my family can personally attest to, such storms also come with a little musical entertainment. While on the phone with my mom, dad and aunt earlier this week I warned my dad that I might not have much time to talk because a storm was coming and it would soon be very loud. Looking back, I realize he may not have realized the truth behind this statement at the time, though less than 10 minutes later he had experienced it firsthand (or maybe secondhand, if you count the phone in my hand as the first hand). Soon began the game of run-room-to-room-attempting-to-find-a-quiet-spot-to-talk-on-the-phone. I started out on the front porch, free from echo-y hallways and bad service caused by concrete walls. Predictably, the sudden onset of cooler weather brought the neighbor 3 neighbor children out to the front porch to play. I walked out from under the protection of the porch to the front garden for a quieter spot to talk. Once I was under the dark sky the rain started falling, forcing me to go back inside in search of a 3rd location for a phone conversation that hadn’t even been going on for 5 minutes yet. I went inside the house knowing that it was unlikely I’d find a quiet place to talk. The roof of our house is made of metal, as are most of our neighbor’s houses, so when the rain starts to come the noise is magnified considerably. We also don’t have the option to close our windows as they essentially operate as large, glass Venetian blinds so even when they are closed serve only to block wind, not noise.

Spot # 5-Just down by that window

As I stood struggling to maintain the conversation with the combination of chattering roommates and pouring rain on the tin roof above me, another noise added to the chorus working against me. A few goats started bleating loudly immediately outside our bedroom window, presumably indignant about their involuntary shower. If you’ve never heard such a sound before, you probably won’t believe me when I tell you that screaming goats sound like children screaming at the top of their lungs. So now on top of the considerable din of the rain, I had a chorus of angry kids screaming loudly a few feet away. I decided to venture elsewhere in the house, knowing that the only room that was free from windows is a proverbial dead-zone for cellular reception in addition to being lightless and fan-less. I tried the end of a hallway within view of the porch where I giggled upon seeing all the neighbor’s chickens and chicks (who we frequently find wandering the hallways of our house) congregated on the porch squawking loudly and using our recently cleaned porch as a communal toilet. Finally, I settled on a quiet-ish hallway with only one window and no protesting animals to finish my short-lived telephone conversation. Even a fifteen-minute phone call can turn into a challenge here.
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Venetian blind windows...don't keep sound out

        It’s such fun to see how the children change over a short time here. I find particular joy in immense changes that have come about in children since my last visit a year ago. Israel arrived about halfway through my time here last time and didn’t speak a word the first two weeks he was here. We were all convinced he didn’t speak English, though we were informed he had arrived with his two sisters who both did so that theory was dismissed. He wandered around looking rather lost in a pair of horrendously dirty jean shorts that had a flock of flied constantly swarming around them. He wouldn’t allow anyone to give him a new pair and wash those. It wasn’t until nearly three weeks into his residency that he started to talk. On the day that my roommate, Nina, was leaving we were walking down the lane outside the orphanage where Kwame and Israel were playing football with each other. Kwame waved and shouted his farewell to Nina and Israel pulled a grin and yelled “Bye-bye!!” We looked at each other in astonishment, having just heard his voice for the first time. Later that week another volunteer came beckoning the rest of us to see Israel. He was in the boy’s room, and upon request was confidently announcing the name of each person at the home when they were pointed to. He had taken those three weeks to learn the names of every single child and volunteer. That was about my last memory of Israel, aside from the fact that he was still slow to smile.
Since returning, Israel’s smile has become one of my very favorite things to see. He plays daily with Kwame, a small boy who is often mistreated by other children at school and in the home alike. They seem to have found great companionship in each other, which makes me very happy. If you tickle him on his big belly, a smile capable of lighting a small village spreads across his small face as his big brown eyes simultaneously smile up at you. I love seeing how these children change for the better as they become accustomed to their surroundings and new friends.
Israel’s friend, Kwame, has made some big changes in the last year too. Last year he would constantly be asking volunteers for plasters (bandages) for his various open sores. We always try to ask where the sore comes from and how long it’s been there when we mend wounds, and when Kwame was asked he never had an answer. We soon discovered that he was injuring himself. He would sit along and pick off patches of skin just to gain the attention of a volunteer for a few minutes; so desperate was he for any morsel of tenderness. There are such an overwhelming number of children for volunteers to meet and know that a shy boy like Kwame often gets lost in the chaos. Since my return, I’ve noticed that his habit of self-inflicted injuries has been left behind. The occasional injury I treat is one he has an explanation for. He recently had a large abscess on his ankle so severe I purchased antibiotics to help speed the healing process along. I know how much I hated taking medicine growing up so seeing the grin on Kwame’s face as he ran to remind me about his medicine twice a day still sticks with me. Whether because he was excited to have something to himself, though it was only medicine, or to have that personal attention twice a day he practically skipped away after each dose.

Kwame with his stickered face

A week or two ago some of the older boys caught a small bird in the bush behind the house. Upon discovering that it was missing a foot, they decided to keep it and take care of it. After a day or two the novelty had worn off and only Kwame was left checking on him everyday before he went to school, after he came home and before he went to bed. He put the bird in a small tin along with some of his garre, which is a dry grain that is eaten here regularly. He would take him out and pet him daily. A few days later, he came to me and told me he thought the bird was thirsty, could he just pour some water into the tin with him? I suggested he find an empty bottle cap to put the water in instead and allow the bird to drink at will. Kwame went to a nearby tree and picked a large leaf, dusted it meticulously with his shirt and poured a bit of water into the crease down the middle. He set the bird next to the leaf but the bird didn’t find it. He tried a different tact. Tenderly holding the bird in one hand, he slowly poured water past the bird’s mouth. To both of our amazement, he drank it! As the water dripped slowly from the cup, the bird drank and drank until he was satisfied as Kwame proudly smiled at what he had done for another living creature.

Abigail sporting her Wisconsin shirt!

Another few mornings later, I arrived at the orphanage to find Kwame wearing a large puffy coat, despite the warm weather. He moped around with his hand in his pocket for a while, saying very little. Finally he approached me and said “Jayne, the bird died,” and produced the tiny carcass from the pocket of his coat, looking sullen. I told him I was very sorry, he had taken the best care of it he could and thanked him for being so kind to the bird. He asked what he should do with it and I told him the only thing I knew to tell him, it needed to go in with the rubbish. He nodded curtly and walked away. Kwame had a hard time getting ready for school that day. He waited and waited for a bucket to be available to bath with and when it finally was, his bucket of water was tipped over. He wandered around teary-eyed for a while until I took his hand and went with him to fetch some more. It didn’t occur to me until later that in all likelihood his tears were not for the spilled water as much as they were for his lost pet.

3 of the 5 new drums at The Potters Village!

On a cheerier note, thanks to Bruce Hering and his generous band students at Eau Claire North High School 5 custom made drums were purchased for The Potters Village last week! They have been at the home for less than 24 hours and already they have made a great deal of brilliant music. The boys who have been using them the most previously spent a decent amount of time drumming on any available surface from upturned buckets to empty barrels, wooden chairs to plastic bowls. 5 drums in the hands of 5 of these talented kids means loud, joyous African music. Woohoo!!

The last half of January

January 16^th, 2012

            Today was my one-month anniversary of my return, and what a trying day it was. The kids returned to school last Tuesday, so this morning was their first Monday back at school and boy did it show. We got new volunteers yesterday so all 12 people living in the house wrangled ourselves out of bed at 5:45am this morning to show the newbies the ropes. Typically when we arrive at 6am things are underway, most children are awake and at least on the way to being ready for school. This morning we arrived to only the small children being awake, the entire boy’s room was filled with children still fast asleep. The night was a bit chillier than normal and the kids were wrapped in their winter jackets refusing to get up. When they were finally rallied and awoken one by one, we discovered that there was no water for them to bath with, which is a task they are required to complete before going to school each day. They have been using the small stream behind the house for cooking, bathing and washing water in recent months. Due to the fact that it’s currently the dry season…the dry weather suddenly and severely affected their water source. The river is dry. My guts wrenched with concern upon discovering this.  How are we going to find water to bath, water, cook, clean clothes, and wash dishes for nearly 80 children on a daily basis?? I spoke to Sister Beatrice, our cook and a woman who helps at the orphanage, and she says for now they can venture further upstream to where the water still flows.

            The last few weeks have been filled with many such worrisome events, causing my long absence in writing, for which I do apologize. Last Sunday, Mama Jane had a meeting with all the children telling them that if their behavior does not improve in 2 months (Bringing us to March 21^st of this year) the doors will be closed and the children sent elsewhere. They are required to wash their clothes regularly, bathe daily and keep the home tidy and things have not been going as such. To some degree, I personally attribute this to the presence of the volunteers who often have a hard time refusing to cuddle with a child who hasn’t bathed because they are dealing with orphans. The fact of the matter is that we are here to be parents. Parents who give love without the discipline find themselves with terribly misbehaved children, which is a problem we find ourselves facing. It’s eternally frustrating to have such volunteers come to the program and show such an unwillingness to adjust to the rules and regulations of the already established organization and instead try to impose their own Western ideals upon a home not their own. People have a hard time relinquishing control sometimes, which I understand, but it’s a fairly vital part of being useful in a place like this. You have to be willing to put aside all the things you’re accustomed to and adjust your paradigms to meet the culture you’ve immersed yourself in.

            Things have been rather improved since the meeting. There was a subsequent meeting discussing the importance of the children following the instructions given to them by the volunteer instead of following what the other children tell them, particularly when the two clash. We are here as unpaid employees of Mama Jane, but employees nonetheless. We are here as extensions of her ideals and her rules. That meeting was yesterday morning but things seem to have improved even in that small time. We’ll see how things go tomorrow when they need to wake up at 4am and get ready for school but I’m feeling rather optimistic.

             The other baby was born this week. Thursday morning Patience went into labor and delivered a little girl, named Ya. Just three days later she has a full head of curly hair and happy little face. I walked into their room today to find Patience, Kwasi, and Ya all fast asleep. It’s a pretty miraculous thing to convince 2 of the children capable of listening to you to be silent simultaneously so I was rather impressed that the 2 newborns were completely silent at the same time. Seems a pretty significant miracle in itself.  

   Sorry about the lack of photos today, I forgot my cable at the house. Next time I promise to make up for it :)

Week 4

1-day-old Kwasi

2012 at The Potters Village started with a new baby boy, Kwasi, being born. He was born to a woman who has been staying at the orphanage during her pregnancy but is unfit to care for her son. Ma Maggie has taken over responsibilities for Kwasi and his care until an adoption is arranged for him. There will be another baby born this month to a 14-year-old rape victim who also lives at the Potters Village and helps Ma Maggie to care for the younger children.

January 1^st was a bittersweet day for me. 4 volunteers departed that day, including Sarah and Zac, who I worked with here in the spring of last year. I very much enjoyed having them here for my first few weeks back and I can’t believe they’ve already been gone for 2 weeks.  As IVHQ distributes volunteers on the 1^st and 15^th of every month, we also met 4 new volunteers that day. You never know whom you’re going to get and how willing they will be to work but this particular shipment was pretty darn good. We have 4 “new”(as of two weeks ago) that jumped right in, asking questions when they had them and clearly wanting to be doing the work that we do. One of the few downsides of volunteering with IVHQ is the screening process, which doesn’t eliminate many potential volunteers. There have been multiple occasions of being stuck living with people who clearly think they’re on holiday, more interested in visiting the internet, eating, traveling two hours to the mall, or just laying around the house than meeting and playing with the children. We happen to have one such person at present and I found the situation particularly frustrating in my first two weeks here. After working 2 jobs for months and gathering donations from many generous donors to fund my return, I was infuriated that there was a person living in the place I have dreamt of returning to who lacked any concern for the children I love so dearly. The arrival of our joyful new volunteers Tanya, Tihan, Chrissy and Jess filled me with new hope for future volunteers and I thank them for that.

Phellis giggling after seeing his own picture

            As of Tuesday the 10^th nearly all of the children have returned to school. More than the children, the volunteers seem to still be adjusting to the abrupt change in schedule. While the children were on break (Dec 22^nd-Jan 10) we would wake up around 9, have breakfast and head over to the orphanage and spend whatever time we wanted to there. Now, we wake daily at 5:45am and walk to the orphanage to help ready all the kids for school. Not only are we bleary-eyed zombies when we get there, but things don’t always go exactly as planned. Just as an example of the things that happen too frequently to be surprising, Godwyn gave me a lovely poop shower when I put him on my shoulders to walk him to the bus stop just the other day. Needless to say, I took it as a sign it was about time for a bucket bath.

            One large responsibility we take on daily is caring for wounds. None of the current volunteers are medically trained, so we treat what needs to be treated the best we know how. Last week two Ghanaians mentioned that we should try Gentian Violet to prevent infection in wounds instead of the endless bandaging/cleaning/re-bandaging routine we repeat so frequently. Keeping a bandage on any kid is difficult, but the excessively dusty atmosphere permeates the adhesion in a persistently destructive way. I used a few dollars of donations to buy 5 jars of Gentian Violet and cotton swabs to apply it to wounds with. So far, it seems to be doing more good than not. There are still some wounds that get terribly infected, growing from a small scratch to a silver dollar-sized open wound in a few days due to poor hygiene and unclean clothes covering the wound. When that does happen, I make a run to the pharmacy and pick up a round of antibiotics for that person and we continue to clean the wound regularly until they recover fully. It’s frustrating work, especially since a cloud of children comes running whenever the medicine cabinet is open, each with an invisible scratch or imagined ailment that could earn them medical attention or a bandage that they wear like trophies. We continue to try our best to sort out the children with actual injuries from the ones who just want to wear a bandage.

            In September, I sent a package of photos from my first trip with returning volunteers to distribute to the kids who were in them. The other day, Mowuli can running to me and said “Jayne! Jayne! Come, see picture”. Not knowing what picture he was talking about, I followed him to his bedroom where he reached into his backpack, opened the pages of his solitary notebook and proudly produced the picture of he and I that I sent for him. Similar events keep happening and they always make me smile. Thank you to my lovely sister, Elise, for laminating and printing all those pictures, they’ve held up well!

            Monday, January 16^th will mark the end of my first month back. It’s equally as peculiar to think I’ve only been back in Dodowa for a month as it is to think I’ll be leaving in another 2. Wisconsin seems ages behind me and ages ahead. The routine here is so different there is a distinct disconnect between my life at home and my life here that rights itself only when I dream of Dodowa when I’m in Wisconsin and Wisconsin when I’m in Dodowa. Here I find myself enjoying living out of a suitcase and taking long, hot, cramped journeys with an overstuffed backpack on my knees and sweat running down my back though even just a month ago as I left home my back and body complained about the tiny airline seats with air con above me and running water mere steps away. Being here reminds me what is important in my life and what I really need to be happy. I don’t need running water, air conditioning, television, brand new clothes, expensive meals or constant entertainment. Aside from the obvious clean drinking water and food I need people, some good books and a job to do. I find all those things here.  Though I admit, I wouldn’t mind a nice game of ball with my dog.

Chucubaby (my favorite little lady), Phellis and myself.

           

Donation Update!

In the 3 weeks I've been here the following donations have been purchased in collaboration with a few other volunteers-
24 cedi worth of assorted medical supplies
300 cedi exam fees paid off
502 cedi electricity bill paid off
400 cedi generator for the orphanage
80 cedi fridge stabilizer so they can have refrigeration for the first time in over a year
60 cedi to fix the fridge
500 cedi for the Christmas feast of fried chicken, fried rice and salad for 90
37 cedi to fix all orphanage outlets and replace all bulbs
10 cedi on Christmas decorations
900 cedi for an oven they can use to bake their own bread so they can sell it to help sustain themselves
70 cedi for new pots and pans
60 cedi to reconnect the electricity
35 cedi in hospital fees
40 cedi on soccer cleats
20 cedi on soccer balls
990 cedi for 2 bags garre, 1 bag of corn and 1 bag of beans
24 cedi of baby bottles/baby oil and plastic pants for Kwasi

I'll return with the conversions to USD, I forgot to do it before I left home for the internet cafe. If you want to figure it out yourself, $1=1.66 Ghana Cedi. Tonight we'll be watching "Finding Nemo" to the extreme joy of the kids, they've been begging to see it again since we watched it last week. Thanks for reading!

Holiday Season

African Adventure Attempt #1

Friday, December 23

At about 9 this morning 5 other volunteers and I left Dodowa to make less than a 2 hour trip to Kokro Bite, where there is a beach and excellently inexpensive souvenir shopping.

            Unfortunately, we failed to calculate our times correctly. We not only forgot it was a Friday but we forgot it was THE last shopping day before Christmas celebrations begin and that our trip would take it through the shopping districts of the capital. Soooo it took us 4 hours to make it most of the way there, about to get on one last tro-tro(van-type public transport) when we noticed the time and how long it had taken us to get there and decided to turn around. Then we spent so long waiting in traffic to travel less than 30 miles (about 3 hours) that we all got sunburnt. Ridiculous.

Abena playing on Christmas day

            Many times, adventures in Africa do not quite go the way they were planned.

Christmas in Ghana

Sunday, December 25

            When you’re used to snow and cold this time of year, it’s hard to convince yourself it’s Christmas when you got sunburned waiting for the bus the day before. But alas, it came even without the snow or cold. The volunteers planned to spend Christmas Eve day with the kids playing games and singing and dancing, but their landlord loaned them a TV and they proceeded to watch a few Nigerian films on repeat for 9 straight hours, leaving little for us to do. So we spent what time we could with the kids that could be pulled away from the TV and spent the rest of the evening at home.

            Christmas day was a much more enjoyable celebration. The children were provided a day full of excellent food thanks to some generous volunteers and the mad cooking skills of Sister Beatrice, who is also the volunteer’s cook. Starting at about 10 am, she and some of the older girls began preparing fried chicken, fried rice, and salad for 85 people. That was to be finished in time for the evening meal. In the meantime, we chopped fruits purchased by a volunteer to make fruit salad. You haven’t had a fruit salad until you’ve had one with pineapple, mango, banana, papaya and oranges that haven’t traveled more than a few miles and are still hot from the sun.

Volunteers helping to distribute fried rice, fried chicken and salad for Christmas dinner

            While all the food preparations were underway, there was a church service held in the courtyard of the orphanage run by a few of the children and one of the men who works there, Prince. At various points in the day there was drumming and singing, blasting Ghanaian music and dancing, handing out of gifts from volunteers and Ma Jane alike, and to end the day we watched “The Lion King”. It was a long, exhausting, hot and wonderfully fulfilling day.

            For those that don’t know, here in Ghana greeting are very important. You always say, “Hello, how are you?” to the people you see on the streets and when asked the same you always answer, “I’m fine.” I was happy to discover that the day or two before Christmas the greeting changed to “Hello, Merry Christmas!” with a response of either “And a happy new year!” or “ And many happy returns!” Living in a country where wishing someone a Merry Christmas has become a reason to be affronted, I took every opportunity to say “Merry Christmas” as often as possible and was happy to be met with gratitude and returned sentiment.

Bernice resting after the holiday weekend

Volunteers at Eddie's Christmas party

            Following Christmas, the volunteers all traveled to Madina for a Christmas party at Eddie’s house. I had a wonderful time listening to a drum circle and trying to master some Ghanaian dances. There was good food, good drink, good music and good people to be enjoyed by all.

African Adventure Attempt #2

Tuesday, December 27

            Leaving from Eddie’s (following the party) early this morning we gave it another go and finally made it to Kokro Bite! Instead of the 4 hours of not getting there we spent the first time, it took us less than 2 hours to make it there. I spent the day jumping through waves and buying trinkets on the beach before making the long slog home. Happy to be back home in Dodowa again!

Getting in the Groove

Foster and I

Wednesday, December 28^th

Tonight, I spent a great deal of time with a young boy named Foster. I knew and adored him the last time I was here, but I had a great long conversation with him this evening where we discussed the following things:

            Foster is 11 years old and his favorite subject in school is computer technology where they learn to use computers by drawing a keyboard on a small notepad and pretend to type. I asked him what he wants to do with computers and he said he wants to be a pilot. When asked where he wants to go when he can fly he said the USA. I asked him where in the USA. I’m not sure he realized how large a place based on his face when I told him it’s about 30-35 times the size of Ghana. I told him about how where Sarah, another current volunteer, lives in California where it never gets too cold. I told him that where I live it gets snow and far too cold. We talked about how Ghana is warmer because they are closer to the equator and when he said he was told the sun doesn’t reach America I corrected that misconception, though I informed him about the 2 months of darkness and light that occur in Alaska during their summer and winter and he was astonished that this was yet ANOTHER part of the USA.

            He told me that he likes cats better than dogs and he used to have a cat named Jack who had kittens, which I thought was a little odd for one named “Jack”. I asked him what his favorite food is and he said rice. I asked if he likes jellofrice, a local spicy rice with vegetables, or fried rice and he said “yes, but I mostly just like rice”. I think this boy is living in the right place since we eat rice nearly every day. I told him my favorite food back home is mashed potatoes, which I gladly and enthusiastically explained to him. He told me he loves pineapples, oranges and apples though he isn’t much fond of mangos or bananas. I told him my favorite fruits are pineapples and raspberries, which he had never heard of before. We spent some time looking at stars and I pointed out Orion and the Big Dipper to him, explaining about constellations and promising to learn more so we can continue to learn together.

            At one point in the evening, the conversation turned to a song on the radio. I asked if I’d ever mentioned that my dad works in radio. He looked very surprised, so I took that as a “no”. I explained what my dad does and he looked fairly disbelieving. When I called him out on it and asked if he believed me he said “no!” So we made a phone call to prove it. I got my dad on the phone and told him I had my good friend Foster who didn’t believe my dad worked in radio. He told him he did indeed and explained a little bit about what he does to Foster. Once the phone call ended I told Foster he could tell his friends he knows Dean, a radioman. J 

12:52pm Thursday, December 29^th

Since leaving for the orphanage around 9 this morning these are the things I have done:

-Played a game of “Bottlecap Football” with Kwame. This consisted of two teams of players, mine being Coca-Cola and his being Star beer caps, flicking the caps to move a bean into the opposite goal set between two small rocks. I won 4 to 1, but to be fair I had some assistance from Eziekial and Isreal alike.

-Re-dressed Daniel’s infected toe and leg

-Dressed Junior’s swollen, infected boil on his shin. Went to the pharmacy to retrieve a 1 week dose of antibiotics for him, it is not looking well and I’m afraid he is putting on a brave face and not letting on how much pain he is in. A twice-daily dose for 7 days cost me 12 cedi in donations, which is less than 8 USD with no insurance, just going to the pharmacy and asking for it.

-Rocked Chucu baby to sleep

-Cared for Isreal after he was sick in the courtyard, got him water and put him to bed.

-Taught Daniel how to count the number of letters of on his shirt and practiced counting with him, Prince, Princilla and Akofa.

-Waited patiently for Courage and Foster to return from chores so they could teach me to play football, though they didn’t return in the morning. Hoping they will still be up for teaching me this afternoon!

11:31pm Thursday, December 29^th

            From talking to other volunteers before returning I discovered that in the next month or two there would be 2 newborn babies at The Potters Village (formerly WORCSA).  My lovely mother went out and bought towels and crafted handmade cloth diapers and purchased many towels for the kids because I told her they could use them. My parents also bought many children’s belts, which are always in desperate demand and punched extra holes in them to ensure we had sizes for all the kids. Tonight I brought all these things to Ma Maggie, the woman who cares for all the youngest kids as well as taking the pregnant women back and forth from the hospital for their regular visits. The donations were met with many thanks and blessings. Thanks to all of the generous donations that have been sent with me I was also able to assure her that we will have money to cover whatever hospital bills they will incur through the process so we can make sure they mothers and babies are safe and sound.

            I spent a few hours with Rosemary and Foster tonight, teaching them about different tribes of people I’ve been learning about from watching BBC’s “Human Planet” and about coral reefs (which they had never heard of) and other animals I’d learned about from “Planet Earth.”  Foster has a great affinity for climbing trees and loved hearing about a particular tribe who build their homes in the tops of jungle trees in a society where the social stature of the family is measured by the height of their tree home. I also told them about tropical fishes and octopi. I sang them a few songs and then they proceeded to spend a great deal of time teaching me more Twi phrases which I’ll combine with my previous knowledge and pass on to you. My computer doesn’t speak Twi and I suspect very few of you read it so I’ll spell the phrases as best as I can phonetically.

Eti sen=How are you?

Eh yeh=I’m fine

Ye deen=Be quiet

Day be=No

Oh bwa=You lie!

Ampa=It’s true/yes

Me ko fi eh=I am going home

Irrelevant to Twi, but adorable nontheless. Koko rockin some shades.

May pa chow=Please

May da say=Thank you

Ntem ntem=Hurry up!

Ko chwi-cwhi woozy=Go brush your teeth

Bra (with a slightly rolled “r”) fi eh=Come to the house

Ko koda=Go to sleep

Ko jar-eh=Go and bath

Ko didi=Go and eat

Men ko bibi ah=Don’t go anywhere

Da ben=What else

Da ben a o pe=What do you like?

Ooh free-e=Where do you come from?

Men-e-yeh=Don’t do it

Ko a sorray=Go to church

Tena see=Sit down

Sorry=Stand up

Jai=Stop

My personal favorite because it’s super fun to say

Ko inka-tinka-tay=Go slowly

When next I post, I'll have all the information on what donations have purchased in the time I've been here. I'll see you all in the new year!!