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Published: February 12th 2009
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Let me start off by saying- What an experience this is! Nothing like anything I've ever experienced so far!
The first week here in Abokobi didn't go so smoothly... I was constantly frustrated with the disorganization of the school where I'm working and its classes, not to mention the rediculously hot and sticky weather. I shower 2 times a day with cold water bc there is no hot water (which normally would bother me but I'm actually grateful to not have it in this heat). I have 2 kittens who wait outside my door for me to come home after school and they always jump right into the shower with me.
The food is basically the mush I'd imagined- but surprisingly its not that bad. Some of the things I've eaten include: Jollof rice with stew, fried and boiled plaintains (I prefer them boiled), and Indomie (which is sorta like a non-soupy, mushier Raman noodles).
The family I'm staying with is real great: Caroline (age 44), her husband (whom I barely see or talk to) and their son, Nii Otoo (11). I walk about 10-15 mins to school each day- on the way, I'll sometimes here kids call out to me by saying "Hey white" or "Borofo" (which means "white person" in their language). I know that sounds derogitory, but they don't mean it that way... They're just not used to seeing white skinned people. I mean after all, me and this other volunteer, Bethany, are the only white people in this whole village and even the only ones you'll find out of all the surrounding villages as well.
At school I teach French to grades 1-6 and English to grades 2-6. I also do P.E. And games with the kids. As my dad had told you, I took 2 trotros (which is their public transportation- they are like 20person vans, not pick-up trucks) for a 90 minute ride to a mall in Accra (the closest city and capital), and bought a few supplies. One being a slipĀ & slide for the kids foe their gym class. I'm planning on teaching the kids baseball and using the slipĀ & slide to teach them how to slide into home plate. The teachers at our school are addressed as "Aunty" instead of "Miss" or "Mrs". Ironically enough, believe it or not, there is a teacher named Jamaima-who is therefor called "Aunty Jamaima"...hehe, I got a kick out of that. So the kids called me Aunty Jaymie at first, but now every time I walk in the room, they stand up straight and all together they say, "Bonjour, Madame Jaymie. " Then I say, "Bonjour classe, you may be seated."- what a drastic change from the first week, right?!!
I get home from school anywhere between 4-5 and Caroline (the lady I live with) usually gets home from work around 6:30ish. We sit and split a beer together while discussing our days before she makes me dinner. The local beer here is called Star. Caroline pours half the glass with star and the other half with coke- something I would of never thought to do and that probably sounds really weird to most of u- but I'm telling u- its fantastic!
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Zach
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Aunty Jemima
All we have are Jemimas Witnesses. Y'all want any pancakes?