Most of you already know the back story to this, but this is something I wrote for a couple of our internal newsletters and I thought I’d just include it here.
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When someone shares their food with you, or offers to share their food with you, the polite response is “Ya mashara”. It means “I am satisfied.” If you walk by someone who is eating, they will invite you to join them, every time. “Pine lee” (“Come and eat.” or “Patoylee” (“You are invited.”)
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I’m recovering from an infection that invaded my foot and lower leg, via a mosquito bite that I scratched too much. It’s a bad habit, that scratching and picking, precisely because it does open the door to various infections that enjoy the tropics.
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While I’m pulling myself together here, you might enjoy this video: Continue reading A Little Vid →

The topic for reflection in church on Sunday was “One Year in Ghana”. Well, that was my topic; I’m never sure what everyone else is working on. But Saturday did mark the one year point for me in Ghana. Hard to believe.
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One night I woke and heard angry voices. I could tell that it was Esther and Francis “senior”, her husband. I heard neighbors calling, too, but sensed that it was probably best to stay inside and see if it died down. It did. There was lots of chatter the next day between her and neighbors.
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