Day 2 – West African Journey
Me fe Ghana. That means I love Ghana in Twi, one of Ghana’s primary languages. The flight across the ocean seemed to pass so fast. 10 1/2 hours came and went. I told you, they gave the baby food and entertainment and he was gone. LOL
Last night’s dinner was a chicken breast and rice with all kinds of vegetables and a little Couscous ( look kind of like grits). Very tasty. Watched 2 movies I hadn’t seen yet. The people around me knew that I was really enjoying myself. i especially like the part on A Joyful Noise when Latifah and Dollie were fighting in the restaurant. I’m glad that stuff like that doesn’t really happen with church folks (sic). I digress —
Arrived in Accra on time, 10:30 AM. I was met at the airport by Sister Gladys niece, my sister Joyce, along with her daughter, Miriam and son, Enoch. I have watched the two of them grow up to be fine young people with great hope for their futures. They’re both in college. How proud I am. After dropping my bags at the Pentagon Inn, my Accra home away from home, Enoch accompanied me to exchange dollars for Ghana cedis (approximately 1.9 GHS to 1 USD). I went to purchase a sim card so that I would have a Ghana number while I’m here and make it easier for me to stay in touch with the folks in this region. I never roam on my T mobile phone overseas; talk about go home broke with a whopping bill awaiting. that is not a fitting end to a great trip – just trust me on that one.
I found out after the office was closed that they hadn’t activated my chip. So I have this local phone and phone number that I CAN’T USE right now. Sorry. It will be taken care of some time over the next 2 days. I leave in the morning for Obuasi. There’s an actual gold mine in the mountain at Obuasi. It’s an important place because most of the young people we have sent to school live there. I have also developed wonderful relationships with their parents. Ain’t God good. Just outside of Obuasi is a town mostly known for the Teacher’s College located there, but it’s also the location of the farm we planted as a micro-enonomics project for the community. The orange trees should be well matured now, the palms ready to be tapped for their oil, plantain is also growing on the 50 acre tract we acquired some years ago. Last time I was here Mr. Mensah, our primary contact, had cultivated only about 20 acres.
Fire and nutria (which they call grass cutters here) wreaked havoc on some of the trees when they were younger. We purchased a powered bushhog to help keep those little varmints out and help the trees to grow. I am really looking forward to seeing the progress. I talk to some of kids on the phone Facebook and Skype from time to time. It will be nice to sit down and hear from them as well.
The ride by bus can take upwards of 5-6 hours. I’m getting myself psyched for it. You learn how to appreciate interstate highways and streets that don’t have potholes as large as a bus when you travel on some of these roads. Keep us in your prayers and maybe one day soon you might consider a first hand look at the Mission field. Love to you all.
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