When you see a friend or family member here that you may not have seen for only a week or so, they will often say “looong time”. Well it’s been a looong time since I blogged, 3 months in fact. I am not going to make excuses, mind you I do have some good ones but there also has been some laziness in there too, all right a lot of laziness.
So much has happened since I last blogged, so here’s a quick snapshot. A girlfriend and my lovely mum came to visit for December, January and part of February. I got married, (more on that later) attended yoga weekends, attained Reiki Level 1, met more wonderful friends, attended a traditional Ga engagement ceremony, spent lots of time in traffic (of course), found out I am going to be a grandma to a little girl who is to be named Ella, visited exotic and beautiful places, got dreadlocks, laughed, cried and loved.
Now the wedding. Well it was in typical African fashion in that while we knew the date for almost a year, the actual planning didn’t begin until a little over a week before the day and by that I mean nothing had been planned or organised. My poor mum was having conniptions on the inside and did a great job of remaining calm on the outside. I hadn’t even chosen my dresses until about 4 days before the wedding. As an OCD sufferer with compulsive organisational tendencies, it was a good lesson in “going with the flow”. Breathe in breathe out, breathe in breathe out, repeat until calm….And it all turned out perfectly of course. It was a wonderful, joyous, fun and happy occasion over 2 days with everybody having a fantastic time, us included!
So…I will see you again in a week or so. Oh yeah, those beads…well they look so beautiful in their well organised, lovely boxes.
1. Visit my family and hug and squeeze them so tight that they might stop breathing.
2. Visit my friends and do the same.
3. Buy a loaf of Baker’s Delight thick sliced white block loaf and eat the slices straight from the bag.
4. Eat a meat pie with sauce followed by a custard tart.
5. Walk barefoot; on the beach and on the grass.
6. Swim in the ocean.
7. Stay in bed for a whole day and watch American and Australian rubbish on television.
8. Smother crumpets with butter and honey until it all drips out the bottom and not care if it runs down my chin.
9. Replace my Havaianas that died tragically soon after I arrived in Ghana.
10.Take nothing for granted.
1. A constant and reliable electricity supply.
2. A constant and reliable water supply.
3. Sanitation; rubbish removal, sealed gutters, a litter free environment.
4. Public toilets; any toilets but especially those you can flush and even better those you can flush the paper down.
5. Clean beaches and oceans.
6. Access to anything that I want, need or desire whenever I want, need or desire it.
7. Basic human rights for everybody.
8. A political system, police system, government system, all systems for that matter free of corruption.
9. Education for all children.
10.Freedom of choice in anything and everything.
11.Traffic free roads.
12.Minimum wage and/or at least Government support for those who need it.
13.Access to free quality health care.
14.Pollution free air.
15.My beautiful homeland.
Beautiful baskets made in Bolgatanga
Two gorgeous Fulani girls
My attempt at pounding fufu
Hello and welcome to my blog. I intended to blog weekly once we arrived in Ghana and here I am four months later beginning my first post.
Life has been crazy and hectic to say the least. I have had so many experiences and done so many things since arriving in Ghana that I really don’t know where to start. I have travelled North, South, East and West. I have met with Chiefs, Imams and Sheiks. I have sat on a live four metre crocodile, showered using buckets, dealt with no power or running water at times and the most intermittent internet service that you can imagine. I have had interactions (that’s a nice way to put it) with Customs Officers, Immigration and Police (say no more). I have been blessed to have been bestowed with the title of Magajiyan Chigaba (Queen of Progress) in the Ashanti Region and Queen Mother in Wulugu in the North.
I have sat in traffic for more hours than I wish to think about and spent more time frustrated with “the system” than I could have imagined. I have felt more frustration, frustration, frustration with so many things than I can possibly put into words. If I had a dollar for every time I have heard the words “this is Africa” I would be a rich woman. I have pounded FuFu, attempted to stir Banku and eaten more rice than I ever have before. I have cried buckets of tears and laughed til I thought I would burst. I have been appalled by some of the medical facilities available and sadly held my beautiful mother in law as she died in our loving arms. I have met incredible, amazing people from all walks of life, some with fascinating stories to share. I have been welcomed into a huge and loving family with wide open arms and made to feel at home from day one.
Stirring the banku
I miss my family and friends terribly as well as some of the conveniences and comforts that life in Australia afforded me. While I have always been aware of our excessive lifestyle by comparison in the West, to see first hand how some people struggle day to day just to feed themselves and their families, makes me ever more grateful for the life I have lived to date and more determined to make a difference somehow, in some way…..This is Africa!
Sitting on a live crocodile