Saturday, May 11, 2013

You Talk Like a Ghanaian!

Well, if you are reading this, congratulations! You still check this dead blog, and that means a lot to me.

I had a series of experiences directly after posting my last blog that are still changing me. The last post is offsetting and embarassing, but it played a role in triggering those experiences. I am not proud of what happened in that classroom. In fact, I am striving to not be proud at all...

If you are interested in that, it's something I prefer to discuss in person.

To the point, to the point! The past three months were full of spiritual searching, struggle (and eventual failure) to teach seven-year-olds raised in a communal culture, traveling (beaches, monkeys, border of Burkina Faso, with a few outbreaks of food poisioning and one terrible sunburn), bonding with members of my church, and transitioning from the role of exchange student to the role of "pioneer volunteer".

You Talk Like a Ghanaian! (Cont 1)

Through all of that, I have changed in ways I can't see. Just today, on my way back to Kumasi from Bolgatanga (way, way north) I met a Canadian volunteer who was surprised to learn I am an American. "You talk like a Ghanaian," she said. I grinned like a little kid at that comment, and Nans caught me!

I don't have profound conclusions to share with you, but I've come to realize how unecessary they are. Live life, and maybe before you know it, you'll talk like a Ghanaian!