Yes I am aware it has been much too
long since my last post.
These days I have been working on
making my garden, with compost and NO BURNING. I have a decent sized
portion of land. I am going to plant as many different things as
possible but so far I have the seeds for watermelon, green pepper,
carrot, lettuce, tomatos, and cucumbers. I planted some avocados from
the core of the ones I ate. I also planted garlic which apparently is
just planting the cloves basal plate down. Clearing land with a
cutlass is extremely hard. It makes you arm and waist sore, and
creates blisters on your palm at the base of the index and pinky
fingers. Seasoned farmers here have very hard hands, and they would
like to discourage me from continuing weeding. But I would like to
continue to prove to them that I wont break. Its been fun to show
people my blisters anyway because they are so surprised. My neighbor
told me I wasn't allowed to go weed again and that he and some other
guys would weed for me. I told him okay sure they could come weed but
I would continue because I need my farm to be done. They never came.
Lately my little sister, the 7 year old
one, has been doing everything with me like a little sidekick. School
was out of session so she has been around during the day. She
actually just went back to school this week. Every morning while I
made my breakfast she would come and watch what I was doing.
Eventually she wanted to help and I made her wash her hands before
and she learned the whole routine of me cooking my breakfast. Also
she would come with me any time I went to fetch water and she would
carry my bucket. One night I thought that since everyone here has
such outie belly buttons it would be amusing to show her mine which
is an extreme inny. When I showed her she said “ohh sorry” and
reassured me that mine would come. I sure hope not!
One more random thought - lots of people in Ghana try to finish your sentences with you while you are talking when you are speaking english. It is not something I like about this place.
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