The boys use the area behind my house as a play area, and sometimes I observe them, a voyeur into their otherwise unsupervised lives.
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Category Archives: Ghana
Cinderella
On December 30th, my propane cylinder ran out…earlier than expected. I will begin disconnecting it when I leave site for any overnights; I’ve worried in the past that the kids might play with the knobs on my stove, not understanding the potential danger of leaving them on. Francis likes to point to it when other kids are over. “Gaz.” he says solemnly, nodding at them like an encouraging teacher. Showing off.
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Yet More Short Bits
Last Sunday in church, there was some kind of ceremony between an elderly couple, with much jubilation. It seemed like a wedding, and I wondered if they were widowed and remarrying.
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The Other Side of Christmas
The phone signal on Christmas was good enough to call family back home, right from my front porch. The blessings of technology.
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Holiday Jubilations
A lot of volunteers go someplace else for Christmas. Some go back to the United States, some go to a resort at the beach, some gather at Peace Corps offices or volunteer homes. But when people asked me what I was doing for Christmas, I told them, “I’m spending it in Kabile. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
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Bush Cows and Baboons
It’s embarrassing when other volunteers visit and notice something about my town that’s never caught my attention. Continue reading Bush Cows and Baboons
Sampa to Kumasi
It was about a year ago, believe it or not, that we were sworn in as volunteers, so that means it’s time for our mid-service medical checkups and another trip to Accra.
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Burials
It surprises me how different each burial here has been. Each has its individual character and nuances.
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From the Well-Paved Road
Joshua comes over to my porch most days, if I’m home, and probably most days even if I’m not.
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Short bits
These roll around in my head and it gets crowded in there…
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