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Larabanga - October 17-18 -

(Sunday 21 October 2007) by Karin
Yippie, my throat finally feels a bit better but this time I did keep some people awake with my coughing :-(. I don't like taking medication but I would have paid a lot of money for a bottle of cough syrup last night. This really isn't fun anymore and I'm having a little dip today.
But the kids are waiting and I drag myself out of bed and get ready. I can hear them already waiting for us. Children here can move about by themselves without any supervision. Traditionally children are taught to respect their elders. They must greet them whenever they meet them and help them if they are carrying a load. That's why I never get to carry my own things anymore. As soon as I set one foot outside my room with something in my hands it is taken from me. Often very nice but I do like to carry my own purse. Children are also taught that they should not be seated when an elderly person is standing. They must get up and offer their seat to the elderly person. A woman is normally given a seat before a man is seated.
With little sleep and almost no voice left I'll let you use your imagination with regards to my morning. Although, if I'm honest, the kids were pretty good today.
In the evening Alhassan and I had a long conversation about the needs of the community but mostly about the kids. There is no money for more benches and we need some more classes to be able to split them up more. And some kids can not go on to the primary school because they do not have money for a uniform. Teachers are needed but there is no money to pay them and there are not always volunteers of course. They try so hard but don't have the funds. Anouchka, one of my sisters, has mobilized the school of her children to get some help and she also received already 72 toothbrushes from her dentist. She'll be sending me some care packages. Yippie.... :-*. Thanks A. We all really appreciate.
On Thursday I finally feel some better even though I am still coughing. I got up with more energy and am ready to attack a new day.
First thing I notice going out is two bikes with blue carts behind them saying "Keep Ghana Clean". That sure makes me laugh because Ghana really is a pretty dirty country. People here have never heard of a trash can I think. They throw everything on the ground. You really got to watch where you go and not only because of dog poop like at home. Sheep, goats, cows, dogs, chickens roam the streets here. Kids just sit down wherever even though there are public 'toilets'. And you just drop your trash anywhere. So I really do not envy the 2 men in charge of cleaning up now. By the time they have cleaned 50 meters they can star over again. They won't be out of a job soon.
In the evening Amama, a niece from Alhassan who helps out at the guesthouse, takes us to meet her family and we get to watch a Nigerian movie at her place with one of the best Nigerian actors (no comments) :-(. I'm glad she walks us back home because I wouldn't have been able to find it back. Apart from the main road there are just little paths going everywhere and nowhere. No structure so hard to find your way back.
To be continued.....

 


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