Chicken in Church!

Yesterday sure was an interesting morning. I went to church as I do every Sunday morning but this time was different. Just before church began one of the donations got loose, a chicken to be exact. Everyone started chasing the chicken around the church; it was pure chaos and commotion. Finally the bird was caught! It was bound and tied properly and the service continued.
I have to be careful in church, you know, really pay attention. I get lost in the language and find myself staring off into the candles. Before I know it my blonde head is the only one sitting up in the church and all the other heads are down praying. I put my head down and start playing with the little girls through the pews. But, I seem to make it through every Sunday without offending anyone.
I got a letter in the mail the other day. The card read, “Why is the sky blue? asked Piglet. To give us something to talk about, said Pooh.” The card made my mind wonder, because “Why is the sky blue?” is such an easy question compared to some of the questions I have been asked. For instance, “Why does your hair grow long and mine doesn’t?” How does one answer that question? Then there is always the, “Will you marry me?” for which I respond, depending on my mood, “You can not afford to marry me. It will cost you 20 cows!” I have to be careful because they often respond that they will find a way to buy 20 cows. Sometimes they first ask me if I am married before asking me to marry them, often this comes before they ask me my name. If I am honest and say no, they ask me if I will marry a Ghanaian. I say no, I will not marry a Ghanaian. This is followed by another very hard to answer question, “Why won’t you marry a black man?” I have learned the right response, “Yes, I am married! My husband is in America.” I have even had Ghanaians continue, telling me that they will beat up my husband and take me as their wife. This is when I decide that if they want to play I can play… “You are just a small boy, (what they call children here) and my husband is a big man who could beat you up!” Other hard questions, “Can I have your skin?” or my nose, or my hair. This is an easy one; I say “Yes, take it!” I haven’t got all the answers just yet, but I am learning.
Harmaton has come! Finally it is getting cold! Last week I woke up one morning and it was cold. I had to lie in bed for a moment and convince myself that it was true. I thought my feet were asleep, cause they couldn’t possible be cold. It must have been upper 60s, lower 70s, sweater weather for sure. I walked to work in the morning and by noon I was sweating again. I had 3 more cold mornings and now they seem to have stopped. But they sure were nice while they lasted.
Oh, good news and bad! I am still not part of the “I shit my pants in Ghana” club, but I am part of the “I was robbed in Ghana” club. Only the hard core PCVs can make that club! Unfortunately another PCV was added to the club roster this week. She was robbed at gun point while in Accra. It was 5:30 in the morning, just around the corner from the Swissrest (the Peace Corps hotel). She also lost her cell phone, camera, and money, in addition to my losses she also lost an ipod and prescription sunglasses. Ironically enough she happened to be the same person who bought my cell phone off the black market for me. I had to buy my cell phone back from the thief who stole it from me. Well, she contacted me on my old cell phone to tell me that she had been robbed. She is keeping the cell phone that was stolen from me, since her cell phone was stolen. Twisted story huh? Lesson of the day, be careful in Accra, travel in groups, during the daylight, and take taxies as far as you can, but mainly carry as little on you as possible.
Dave, the SED (Small Entrepreneur Development) Director recently came to my site. He conducts site visits to everyone in the SED portion of Peace Corps Ghana in the first 3 months at site. We all meet before IST (In-Service Training). He brought me my mail, and my laptop. My Dad had it sent to a PCV who went home for Christmas, and that volunteer brought it back to me in Ghana. I am very excited to finally have my laptop, and the pictures and music on it. I finally have some Christmas carols to listen to, just a little late celebrating. When it goes to the screen saver it flashes all the pictures that I have saved. They really make me miss home! My favorite pictures are the pictures from the coast with my 3 favorite kiddos. My nieces and my nephew! We have pictures with the whole family, last year at the coast. I also love to see the pictures from our family cruise last year. I also have pictures taped to my wall of my family… all 3 of them. Thank you for sending me the Thanksgiving pictures Mrs. Pfleugar, they made my day.
I am finally starting to identify a few secondary projects at my site. My primary project is working for Ghana Wildlife Society, the only NGO in the Western Region. I am trying to help market a few tourist attractions in the Amazurie wetlands. We are building a tourist center for Nzulezo, the stilt village. We are also setting up a whale watching sea cruise, sea turtle, crocodile, and bird watching. The money that the NGO makes from the tourist will be divided and distributed to local communities. My secondary projects include environmental education, HIV/AIDS awareness and prevention, beach clean ups, and waste management. One of my village’s biggest problems is the heaps of trash that are all over. I am designing a poster to be made to educate surrounding villages about trash disposal. I am going to my villages elders meeting on Tuesday to talk about starting a local land fill and burn site. I will be going to the school in my village this month for my first lesson on HIV/AIDS as well. In the next 6 months I hope to revive the NGO’s environment clubs in the local schools and organize a beach clean up competition. I haven’t decided the prize for the winning community with the cleanest beach. I also would like to organize a soccer tournament based on HIV/AIDS education for the children. I have lots to do, and my language learning isn’t going as well as I had hoped.
Life is getting better slowly but surely. I am getting used to the banku every night now. I have started making fried rice, but wither I cook or not I always have to eat the banku with Ateiko, my landlord. I am not good at making fried rice, the rice seems to be too clumpy, and so when it fries I come out with fried rice balls. Not quite right, but still much better than banku. I figure I have 2 years to critique my recipe. With all the seasoning I have received in the mail I can at least have different flavored fried rice balls, butter buds, season all, everglades seasoning, but normally I just load it up with eggs and onions. My toe is still attached, and my bug bites are finally starting to heal. Everyone seems to be curious if I look different since I’ve been here. The answer, yes! I don’t have a gorgeous tan from living in a beach village though, the malaria prophylactics have made me white as can be. My skin won’t tan for anything, I don’t even have tan lines anymore. I am doing everything I can do avoid banku belly, I don’t know if I’ve gained weight or lost because there are no scales here. Ghanaians tie beads around their waists and when the beads get tight they are gaining. When in Ghana, do as the Ghanaians do… my beads haven’t gotten any tighter or loser so I guess I am about the same as when I left the states. After 4 months here, my hair is finally starting to get longer. I think it is the longest it’s ever been. Middle of my back, and I’m finally starting to get used to the curls. I miss my hair straightener!
Well I had better wrap this up so I can get to market, the post office, and back to site before the tros make their last run. I will hopefully get my new camera in the mail soon and then I can post some new pictures. I will be back to the internet in about a week and a half to two weeks. I can’t wait to tell you about the African Cup of Nations game that I am going to on the 26th of January. I only wish I had a camera for it! I will stop in Accra to pick up mail before returning to site. So until next time, stay safe in America! Oh, and eat lots of good food for me, and see all the latest new movies. I love you and miss you all!