Bits n Buds

It has been SO frustrating these past few weeks because of an erratic Internet. It has taken ages to download, or is it upload, photos.  I have felt so disconnected. Sorry for me.

 

Remember we saw all those thousands of bats at sunset in Accra? Well, when we were at Dave's house in Accra I was looking through a book that his sister had produced about her holiday in Ghana and found this information on them.  Read this, its interesting.

 

 

In one of the plantations we found this huge termite mound.  Porks estimates that its about 5 metres tall.

Remember the chewing stick tree that I showed you?  These are "toothbrushes" that Emma is holding.  She bought this bunch for 1 Cedi to give to her friends in her class in South Africa.

 It was Independence Day again on the 6th March.  We had witnessed the marchers and soldiers last year but took the von Beneckes to Kwame Danso to view the show.

During the show, the "Zoomlion" cleaners were working diligently at keeping the parade ground clean and tidy. Impressive.

 The community was not at all interested in Porks and Deon.

 All eyes were on the ladies.

 

 

Wherever we go a crowd forms and surrounds us.  If we move off then the whole circle just follows us again, giving a new meaning to Pied Piper, Haze!  They are not looking at me because I am taking the photograph, I am taking the photograph because they are looking at me!

 

This is Tony's daughter, Cynthia, and her tiny little grandmother.  He estimates her age is between 70 and 80 years but there is no birth certificate to verify her exact age. What a worker!  I noticed that she was squinting when she tried to see us, so I gave her my spare reading glasses, hopefully they are helpful.  

 

It was Piet Moolman's last night and we were invited to Deon and Roz's house for a farewell dinner for him.  We gave him a lift home and Buddy went on the back of the truck with him. 

   

Our local Lotto stall in Kwame Danso.

Water is sold in little plastic packets in every street in every village on every corner.  Some enterprising person has collected these packets and sewn them together to make bags.

Theresa who worked for me last year has had her second child, a little girl called Sarah.   

Men come and go in this place and we are lucky to meet new and interesting people.  We have a new member of our team for 10 weeks.  Lucas Marx, 20 years old, from Germany is a volunteer.  He is here to learn about companies and marketing.  He first went to Cape Town, Gansbaai, for 5 weeks, then to a Ghanaian family in Accra for 2 months.  He is originally from Munich but has been in Canada for three years so speaks with a Canadian/German accent.  He is well mannered, well spoken, helpful and has a lovely sense of humour. I wrote to his mother to compliment her on his upbringing. 

A little pub in Atebubu.  Madiba is an icon in this country and when people ask us from which country we originate and we reply "South Africa", they say "Ohhhhh, Mandela!"

 

 

We bought a loaf of bread in Atebubu with Ghanaian colours!

  

I had the privilege and honour of looking after and Emma while Deon and Roz went to Kumasi.  I couldn't ask for two more wonderful little girls to be my companions.  They are helpful, well mannered, mature, funny and kind.  We spent the first few hours at our house and then went to their house where they were perfect hostesses. Wow! What a wonderful job Deon and Roz have done! (Excuse the dirty window!)

 

On the way to their house on the back of the truck.

There are too many people and too few vehicles, so sometimes Porks has to come home for lunch in THIS! 

 

One Sunday, because we didn't have a vehicle and weren't able to raise anyone on the mobile phones, we decided to walk to the office to  collect a vehicle.  I took water and a bowl for Buddy so that he could drink along the way.  It is over 3 kms on a dirt road and just after we started, we noticed he would dash off into the bush at every opportunity to try and find some shade. 

 

I would then go to the shade and give him water and he would lap it up thirstily.  We would continue to walk and he would run after us either banging into my legs or running into the bush to look for more shade. 

I then gave him some water on the side of the road in the sun and noticed that he couldn't keep his feet still whilst drinking.  We then realised that it wasn't only because he was hot that he was trying to find shade, it was because his paws were burning.  He was acting like humans act when they run barefoot on hot beach sand.  Poor little thing. If he could have said "Ow ow ow!" I'm sure he would have.
The skinny Ghanaian dogs run along the road with their tongues hanging out and don't seem to feel the heat.  Our little chap is so delicate!
                                                                 So I carried him!

Ghanaians don't nurture their dogs let alone feed them. They have to fend for themselves and find scraps. So to see an obruni carrying a dog was just hysterical for the five Bantamanians who rode past us and nearly fell off their bicycles pointing and laughing.  It was probably as amusing to them as when we see goats on the top of taxis or on the back of a motor bike!

 

I put him down and let him walk a bit and he walked right up against my legs, bumping me, either to get into my tiny shadow or to ask me to please pick him up again.  Normally when I carry him he struggles and pushes himself against me to get down but this time he sat still.

 

When we got to the office, I turned on a tap and Buddy bathed gratefully and blissfully in the cool water and the mud.

 

 

I'm sure those eyes are saying "Thanks Mom!"

 

In the afternoons Buddy want to play and gets very energetic as most dogs do and after we have played for a bit and he has fetched his ball, he is panting and hot. He stands and stares into my eyes and I know what he wants.  I say "Do you want to swim, Buddy?" and he runs to the tap outside.  I switch it on and he drinks the warm water. Then, as the water is splashing in his eyes, he wipes his eyes alternatively with his front paws and runs underneath the tap backwards and forwards along the wall trying to cool down.  This little chap is the most spoilt dog in Ghana. 

 

 

 

The local children come past our gate and call "Buddy, Buddy, Buddy" and he goes to them to play.  I have never seen any affection shown to the Ghanaian dogs, so this must be a new experience for these children too.

He is so pampered and spoilt that he even urinates like a girl!

 

 

It was our Kelly's birthday on the 2nd April and I so wanted to get this post out in time to say happy birthday but the Internet has been so erratic these past few weeks and I have only managed to complete this post today. Sorry darling. We love and miss you and Andrew so much!

 

 

Sadly the girls in my camp and on my team have left to go back to South Africa.  Having an oestrogen overload was wonderful and I felt supported and understood.  Sharing female jokes and language was refreshing. No-one else here can speak "Girl".

Being the only foreign female in this remote village is challenging but I am grateful that Roz, Hannah and Emma were here for the 7 weeks.  Hopefully they'll be back for a month in July/August.

 

 These two precious little girls made us cards to say goodbye.  Hannah's card is on the left and Em's  "Buddy" card is on the right. So special, girls, thank you.

 

I asked them the inevitable question..."So, what have you learnt about yourself having lived here?" Hannah answered "That South Africa is much better than I thought," and Emma replied, "I now know that I can survive anywhere."