romance
Teacher interviews conducted this morning - had two great applicants who both happened to be Virgos. Hm ... are we really the best? haha
So much has happened since last post, but I have "small time" here until Joseph is taking me to lunch. His wife Felecia is making it. I was again so disoriented that I said ok, and then I invited Apphia (a new volunteer) to join us. Yes, it's all odd.
Yesterday, the chiefs marched. Bigwig chiefs from the area had a huge festival which I attended - it was pretty fascinating to see the dancing and entertainment, and then the chiefs carried in - on the heads of the people - in their fancy carriages. Very King and I ornate. Wesley, one of PCO's cultural troupe who has somehow decided to educate me, kept a running commentary about what was going on.
The day before, he taught me to drum - they had just performed and they're quite good. So I got a little rhythm. There was big party at our guest house and the Awutu watch team was there so that our people don't get stopped by them at night. It's really scary to be Liberian around here. I kept being dragged into the dancing and congo line - good times.
The man we call Chief Fanta has taken up residence in our guest house along with a large entourage. We call him that because he expects us to fetch him Fanta soda when he wishes. OF course, it doesn't happen quite like he expects. He's a minor subchief who usually lives in Accra and hangs out here. Part of me is really annoyed at the major inconveniences of the huge increase in population at the house, but most of me is cool with it - and his daughters let us help pound cassava and are friendly.
So, my romantic news is a little less dramatic now - things still haven't been sorted out with Joseph, but they will be. Dayton and I started "dating" and it's good times. We're really comfortable together. He's in Accra today checking with the UN about his political refugee status. I don't know what the future holds - I mean, his favorite music is country western - but seeing him every day is something to look forward to. (Um, yeah, for those of you paying attention - yeah, I did say he's married. But, um, they were never officially married and they haven't seen each other in years [because of war] which often means the woman has remarried, and, um, well, I'll stop talking now.)
The plans for the school are moving forward. It's raining lots. I sprained my ankle running away from "cassava boy" - this Ghanian man who is really insistent about getting to know me. Popularity - highly overrated. Blah. Now I cannot run very fast ...
OK, I better post it before power goes out again.
So much has happened since last post, but I have "small time" here until Joseph is taking me to lunch. His wife Felecia is making it. I was again so disoriented that I said ok, and then I invited Apphia (a new volunteer) to join us. Yes, it's all odd.
Yesterday, the chiefs marched. Bigwig chiefs from the area had a huge festival which I attended - it was pretty fascinating to see the dancing and entertainment, and then the chiefs carried in - on the heads of the people - in their fancy carriages. Very King and I ornate. Wesley, one of PCO's cultural troupe who has somehow decided to educate me, kept a running commentary about what was going on.
The day before, he taught me to drum - they had just performed and they're quite good. So I got a little rhythm. There was big party at our guest house and the Awutu watch team was there so that our people don't get stopped by them at night. It's really scary to be Liberian around here. I kept being dragged into the dancing and congo line - good times.
The man we call Chief Fanta has taken up residence in our guest house along with a large entourage. We call him that because he expects us to fetch him Fanta soda when he wishes. OF course, it doesn't happen quite like he expects. He's a minor subchief who usually lives in Accra and hangs out here. Part of me is really annoyed at the major inconveniences of the huge increase in population at the house, but most of me is cool with it - and his daughters let us help pound cassava and are friendly.
So, my romantic news is a little less dramatic now - things still haven't been sorted out with Joseph, but they will be. Dayton and I started "dating" and it's good times. We're really comfortable together. He's in Accra today checking with the UN about his political refugee status. I don't know what the future holds - I mean, his favorite music is country western - but seeing him every day is something to look forward to. (Um, yeah, for those of you paying attention - yeah, I did say he's married. But, um, they were never officially married and they haven't seen each other in years [because of war] which often means the woman has remarried, and, um, well, I'll stop talking now.)
The plans for the school are moving forward. It's raining lots. I sprained my ankle running away from "cassava boy" - this Ghanian man who is really insistent about getting to know me. Popularity - highly overrated. Blah. Now I cannot run very fast ...
OK, I better post it before power goes out again.
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