Day 6: Wednesday 30th March 2016
Woken up by the sound of Ms. Reid’s country music alarm, Max slept longer than us all. Although slightly sacrilegious, sleeping in a mosque has treated us well. We ate eggy bread (omelette in bread) whilst serving as entertainment for the surrounding school children.Math Mehssan Tray and I were swept away by a dark wave of Ghanaian 5 year olds screaming “Brune” We skipped, tripped and jumped like a frog with humans even with my waist ( and i’m short). During the kids first break, we again served as a spectacle. As we ate plantain chips and basked in the gazes from half of the children of Ayensudo, Queen mother compared our group to siblings who have lived in the same house our whole lives. Musa, (our everything, a.k.a. Trip leader) told the boys to “ anticipate” the goats in order to catch them. We began painting our gift to Ayensudo on the side of the school today and we are all pretty proud of our work so far. With paint stained clothes and limbs, the group hopped into a tall orange safari truck and paid 5 cedis ( just over a dollar) to see the Elmina sharks win a semi – pro football match. It resembled American soccer in the fact that the players stopped and cried if someone bumped into them (other than the guy who passed out ). Although we stood out from the rest of the crowd, we sheered just as loud as the amped up Africans. After the match, we attempted to drive through the refugee camp down the road from Ayensudo, but was denied access due to the neglection to write a handwritten request for entrance and the fact our truck was louder than anything that has ever passed there before. When we returned, Troy was the first to attack the task of smashing cassava to make “Fufu”, an original Ghanaian meal. With some spicy soup and goat, we proceeded to attack the Fufu. This meal must have ignited intellectual thoughts, for the next few hours were spent shacking on American shacks and discussing the beliefs of Muslims vs Christians. Sleep came easily with running thoughts, singing crickets, and tomorrow’s anticipation.
Ellie