On my pre-Christmas trip to the Hippo Sanctuary, we traveled north through the typical construction zones encountered en route. Construction works are advancing gradually through small towns and, in these towns, you can be requested to stop at a single-lane-only section. A white lady stopped in a vehicle like this can be high entertainment for the clusters of young children who don’t have many other things to hold their attention. “Obruni” “Obruni” or ‘White Man’ chants are continuous and the bold-faced staring becomes a bit tedious after awhile. Fortunately, in one small village, I got a bit of a break from all of the unwanted attention when something more interesting happened.
The construction workers responsible for managing the stopped traffic began fighting with the men in the first lorry. They started throwing rather large rocks at each other and brawling. An enormous crowd of onlookers gathered including local children as well as waiting motorists. Though I didn’t wish anyone injury, I was thankful for the 20-minute distraction!
Back in Accra, things are progressing well. I have become more comfortable riding my bicycle in the hairy, chaotic streets and usually ride to and from work every day. My favourite topic, however, is my house, which is an absolute pleasure for me! I have not had so much privacy in Ghana thus far and I am relishing it. Nothing is without its challenges of course and there are two main things affecting me: I have a daily battle with water collection and I suffer with a lack of kitchen space.
The house is far from complete, and my kitchen area contains stacks of tiles, bags of cement, and a host of other construction materials. A lack of finances is limiting the landlord from completing my suite. I have a good feeling that this will all be sorted out in the early part of next year.
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