Dear Bloggers,Sound the trumpets, release the doves, I am now one of you. Although I have long considered blogging a form of vanity, I accept that I too am vain and enjoy telling stories about myself. Screw humility, I am interesting. And I’m going to spend the summer in Ghana playing with children, eating spicy food, wearing high wasted skirts, dancing at church and possibly even catching malaria again. What more could one girl want?
In six days I embark on this next adventure. For those who did not know me two years ago when I lived in this beautiful country, here are few tidbits from my journal to get you started on what life is like in this crazy country:
On my day at the market in Accra: “I hate it. Men like to tell you that they love you and want to marry you. Vendors try to sell you children’s shoes and fat men’s pants. It’s okay for a little while, but it gets old pretty quick”
“Tonight we have a Togolese man staying with us. He is told us he was here to study butterflies. I asked him if he took pictures of the butterflies and his response was ‘No, I kill them and package them.’”
“A rooster ran into the school today while the children were taking a nap. He flipped out when he realized where he was and tried to escape as fast as he could.”
“On our way out of town, we decided to visit Mama Patience but we did not know where her house was. We asked Mr. Otsina and these were his directions: On the first road in Vane there is a big tree on the right and a small tree on the left and a big house that’s not finished next to the big tree. We should go into the unfinished house and ask where Patience Ebedi lives.”
“The sheep were a big hit and the children thought they were fascinating. Unfortunately, ‘sheepy play time’ had to be cut short because the children started throwing rocks at them.”
“We watched and laughed as they ran home, because running kids are funny enough- but with the wind factor it was bordering on hysterical.”
“I have malaria along with my two white companions, Lauren and Lesley.”
“There I was in the field with a baby on my back and an inside-out umbrella trying to make it back home before the wind carried us to Togo.”
Also, the pictures are from my village Amedzofe (sort of pronounced: Aw-meh-joe-pay) and some of the beautiful children mentioned in the above quotes.
Peace and Chow.
Your Unsure Blogger,
Molly
Addendum to my friends:
Yesterday as I was driving home from an atypical post office visit, I suddenly became aware that my friends are pretty spectacular. What caused this realization? Why haven’t I noticed before? I definitely knew I was surrounding myself with intelligent, witty and kind people… but I did not know how much they really cared about me. After a long chain of events within 24 hours that consisted of several phone calls (Tangent: Phone calls are uncharacteristically significant to me considering I am awful at calling people back or taking the initiative to start the dreaded but necessary phone conversation between friends who do not live in close proximity, so I more than appreciate the effort that it takes- maybe I have phone phobia “telephobia”). I also received a long letter and package that consisted of hours of indie music and a card about lunch meat, a combination that is rarely trumped. As my fellow Okies would say, “I sure know how to pick’em.”
My friends, you have been extremely supportive, and more importantly, enthusiastic about my return to Africa. It is one thing to have someone tell me that they think it’s cool or whatever that I am going, but it is a completely separate emotion when my friends are genuinely interested and eager to be a part of my adventure. Your words are followed by actions. For that, I will never be able to thank you enough. This is so super cheese louise, but I felt it needed to be said.
I apologize f
or the extra long blog. I will work on being more efficient with my virtual dear kitty.
Peace and Chow.
Your Unsure Blogger,
Molly
Addendum to my friends:
Yesterday as I was driving home from an atypical post office visit, I suddenly became aware that my friends are pretty spectacular. What caused this realization? Why haven’t I noticed before? I definitely knew I was surrounding myself with intelligent, witty and kind people… but I did not know how much they really cared about me. After a long chain of events within 24 hours that consisted of several phone calls (Tangent: Phone calls are uncharacteristically significant to me considering I am awful at calling people back or taking the initiative to start the dreaded but necessary phone conversation between friends who do not live in close proximity, so I more than appreciate the effort that it takes- maybe I have phone phobia “telephobia”). I also received a long letter and package that consisted of hours of indie music and a card about lunch meat, a combination that is rarely trumped. As my fellow Okies would say, “I sure know how to pick’em.”
My friends, you have been extremely supportive, and more importantly, enthusiastic about my return to Africa. It is one thing to have someone tell me that they think it’s cool or whatever that I am going, but it is a completely separate emotion when my friends are genuinely interested and eager to be a part of my adventure. Your words are followed by actions. For that, I will never be able to thank you enough. This is so super cheese louise, but I felt it needed to be said.
I apologize f
or the extra long blog. I will work on being more efficient with my virtual dear kitty.
2 comments:
This is the beginning of a beautiful blogging journey. Good job. :)
I'm excited to keep up with you!
xo
Hey molly-ria! get it? so all this time that I've had a blog you've just been thinking how vain I was huh? Just kidding. I'm really excited about the trip and I can't wait to read about your stories!
-Bhad
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