Back in Bedeku

Hello all!
I hope to find you all in good health and good spirits! I am in both right now. Life in Ghana (or at least the small parts of it I've seen) is beautiful. It's also ugly. I know, total contradiction but it's very true. When I look at the sky I see beautiful coconut trees kissing the clouds but at their bases I see garbage scattered all around. I admire my brothers beautiful black skin that it stretched over perfectly visible ribs. I revel in the strength of my beautiful mother but I have to remember that she must be this strong, just to survive.
Life here is so fragile- sometimes I fear one wrong move will shatter it completely.
There aren't as many young children here in Bedeku as I would like. But it seems that living as a child here doesn't last as long as it does in Canada. By age 6 or 7 you start heavy chores. My brother Jacob can carry a much larger bucket on his head than I can. It astounds me daily.
Even though we are in the dry season, it still rains at least once a week. I love it when it rains. Drops the size of toonies. My brothers and I lock ourselves in the cassava grinder workshop and we play games and talk. This is when I'm allowed to witness the moments when my siblings are actually children- until the rain stops. Don't worry, I still bring the children in them around to play and dance and laugh- and the adults don't argue. Sometimes my white privilege benefits the people around me.
We recently returned from a retreat in Nkawkaw- a very beautiful town in the Eastern region. While there we went to the Boti waterfalls (and swam, despite the danger signs), toured Kpong dam, and went up the mountains surrounding Nkawkaw. We were also educated on African traditional religion. It was a great time for us, spent laughing, planning and talking.
But I'm happy to be home. I was greeted with big hugs and beautiful smiles. Unfortunately for me, a very important person has gone to school in Sege, Gertie. Of course I am happy for her to continue school but now I'm all by myself and the selfish part of me wants her back.
A lot happened while I was gone, all of which I am still catching myself up on. It's good to be home though.
This is my last entry for at least three weeks.
Write me! It's nice to open your email to a big fat wad of emails from the people you love.
After the rest of our village stays, FLOCK will be headed off for travel time. Most likely Cape Coast and then to Tamale. When I return to technology I will update you on the adventures past and those still to come.
I love and miss you all!

Peace and groundnut soup,

Aryn

Moon in the Bucket

Look!
Look out there
in the bucket
with water unclean
Look!
A luminous plate is floating
The moon
dancing to the gentle night wind
Look!
All you who shout accross the wall
with a million hates
Look at the dancing moon
It is peace unsoiled
by the murk and dirt
of this bucket war

-Gabriel Okara

Ride on the Magic School Bus

"Do you guys only like me because I'm a bafoono (white)?"
"No. We love you because you are our sister."
-Richmon, my brother, to me

For anyone who has ever watched/read anything from the Magic School Bus series, they will remember Arnold. Arnold who always repeated, "I knew I should have stayed home today" as Ms. Frizzle shrunk her class down to the size of peas or white blood cells to help them better understand the circulatory system or how a polar bear stays warm. Regardless of the adventured Arnold would state that he "knew he should have stayed home" when a particularly rough leg of TMSB adventures began. Sometimes I have these moments.
I have been in Ghana for a month and a half. We are now in Accra, getting ready to go to Nkawkaw for a retreat and then we will head back to our homes/families for another three weeks. I have been living in the village for three weeks. I am in Bedeku, Caitlin in Luhuor, Mark in Gbantana and Amanda in Asigbekope (refer to their blogs for their adventures). But Bedeku is best. I am having the time of my life.
First, let me talk about my family...
I have three Yayos (grandmothers) that don't speak a stitch of English and think my attempts at Dangme (Dahngbeh) are hilarious (which they are). But according to Grace and Julie (friends in the next compound) the Yayos love me because I'm always smiling.
I also have Papa (Joseph), Mammi (Rebeccah), 12 brothers (Joshua 17, Samuel 18, Richard 11, Richmon 15, Jacob 6, Godson 10, Junior 10, Amateh 7, Joshua2 15, Richard2 17, Yona 11 and Christian 8) and one sister, (Gertie 16).
Joseph and Rebeccah are astoundingly amazing people (seriously, only Gertie, Richard and Jacob are their biological children). Joseph is a farmer of cassava, pepe, maise and millet. Rebeccah also farms with her husband as well as selling in Market on market days and is a hairdresser. The two of them have been astounding. They really comprehend why I am here and they have treated me with the perfect amounts of patience, respect, caring, humor and understanding. I can only hope that I've at least given them back a fraction of the warmth and happiness that they've given me.
My brothers. Are brothers. They are ridiculous, hilarious, stupid, sweet and disgusting. I spend a lot of time with them working in the cassava grinder and generally hanging out. They protect me (from annoying men), understand me (refusing to serve people who call me bafoono), teasing me (though I dish it out almost more than they do) and torturing me (capturing a bat and showing it to me after I expressed HOW MUCH I HATE THEM!!!!). I spend most of my time with Joshua, Richard and Ricmon but I love each of them. And the great thing about my little bros is that if one doesn't understand me, another is guaranteed to. Amateh and his inventions of very dangerous toys, Junior and his infectious laugh, Richard with his quite charm, and Godson with his paitence and teaching nature. Sometimes it feels like I'm living in a total boys club but luckily I fit in alright.
Gertie is the love of my life. She is the only girl in this mass of boys. At first she and I didn't know what to think of each other and now, we're almost inseparable. We just have to look at each other and we burst out laughing. She enjoys watching me struggle with Dangme and Banku and Fufu but eventually she helps me out. If I'm not with Gertie selling water in the market, we're lazing on the sleeping mats, reading through old school books or talking about nothing at all. She is totally beautiful and smart and she's a great resource for me when I have questions.
I have made friends, I have routine. I sleep later than everyone else (7am), eat, fetch water, bath, wash my clothes, visit friends/sell in market, come home, nap/rest, hang out with brothers, cassava grind/other chores, eat, goof around, bed (8pm).
I did get slightly sick at one point. I was put on Malaria treatment. I'm fine now. But it sucked because I didnt get to spend as much time with my family as I would have liked to. Laying in bed being sick as a dog was a definate "I should have stayed home" moment.
Don't get me wrong. I'm having the time of my life. But these moments sometimes come around and frankly-they suck! One day my Yayo called me over (remember, no English) but stated to me, in perfect English, "You bring my girl (Gertie) home with you. She needs a better life." I also found out through some detective work that I had been the cause of a series of cane-welts on my brother Richmon's back late for school because he was fetching my water for me when he realized I was too sick and weak to do it myself. I also cringe every time I hear "BRAFOONO!!" hollered at me and I feel like my white privilage badge is always glowing bright.
When I think about how the majority of my brothers are living with Joseph and Rebeccah because their parents couldn't afford them and Joseph makes an extra 60 pesewas (about 60 cents) a day with the cassava grinder, I am reminded of the fragile existence that I am living in.
I have moments where I close my eyes and hope when I open them, I will be standing in the Toronto airport and six months will be gone. Sometimes I think, "My life would be a lot easier if I hadn't even joined One World". Sometimes, all I want, more than anything in the world, is Cool Ranch Doritos. These are the moments when my inner Arnold is stating "I knew I should have stayed home today."
But then sometimes, (not always right away), I remember that at the end of the episode/book Arnold is smarterm and better off and knows more about the circulatory system or how a volcano works, more than anyone else because he lived it. He experienced it. Experiential learning through living.
So, even though I'm not the size of a pea or a flea or being baked into a pie, One World has been my Magic School Bus, and Ghana is my adventure that I am living and learning in (and like Ms. Frizzles class, sometimes I don't really belong in the situations I'm in). In the end, I chose this class and I am happier than I can ever remember being in my whole life. One thing I've learned from my village family is how to take the good with the bad. For that I am forever in debt to them.
Anyways, my time is up, I will be back at the end of the week so email me or comment down below! Tell me about home! Also, there are a few pictures on Facebook now.
I miss you and love you all!

PEace and Plantain,
Aryn




Oh, Pamela, this makes you Ms. Frizzle

I Can't Think of a Creative Title Because it's Too Hot

Wow,
This took me a lot longer to do that I had planned.
We couldnt get onto our blogs when we arrived in Accra (plus I wouldnt have known what to write at that time).
We are now in Bedeku, which is near Ada, doing our language lessons. In the mornings we walk to the school and take Dangme with the older students and then in the afternoon our teacher comes and we learn more. We are a week into the lessons and I still feel pretty useless. I know most of the important things I need to know and we get laughter and happiness when we can respond properly to a greeting but every so often we get one thrown at us and I just shake my head.
The day we arrived in Bedeku, Dinah (our village coordinator) threw four papers into the air and we each picked one. They had the names of the villages we would be staying at. Mine was Bedeku. I'm staying in the village that we are in right now. At first I was pensive about being so close to our village contact (Im literally a stones throw away) but now that I know the people around me and know the area (it's so totally fricken beautiful) Im really really really excited.
I better go because my time is almost up. I might write again at the end of the week with more details or I might not write for about four weeks. Im not sure. But just so you all know, Im healthy, Im happy and though I've already fallen off something that I was climbing (may have been our neighbours gate), I haven't hurt myself yet. This is a record. I've also found some small friends that live accross from us and man, these kids are so FLIPPIN cute!

Peace out for now,

Aryn/ Ouhi Dzifa (Jeefaah)

The Nerves Cometh

I leave for Ghana tomorrow. I can't seem to shake this sick feeling that has settled into the pit of my stomach and seems quite comfortable there. I'm blaming Mervin (yes, I've named the feeling, his name is Mervin) on nerves. Nerves based on the fact that I am leaving for Ghana tomorrow. And although nervous, I think Mervin may also be made up of excitement as well.
I'm still terrified though.
It hasnt really hit me that I just saw my dad for the last time in six months. That I just had my last hug and my last smile from him in a very long time. It will hit soon and it will be interesting.
Not much has sunk in for me yet.
Maria has decided to not join us in Ghana this year. I must respect her choice but I'm still going to miss the heck out of her.
Other than losing one group member/friend, everything seems to be working out for me. I do feel like I can confidently say that I am ready to go to Ghana. But yet Mervin wants me to chain myself to a tree... Really, deep down, I think Mervin is more scared at the idea of NOT going to Ghana... But still, he is a persistent friend who only seems to subside when I take deep breaths.
I need to breath... I'm going to go do that.
I will write again when I am in Ghana.

I love you all,
Peace,
Aryn

Worth Less Than a Cow?

"Every cow in the European Union is subsidized to the tune of two dollars a day, while four hundred to five hundred million Africans live on less than a dollar a day." -Stephen Lewis "Race Against Time"

Wow, I've actually posted something!

So, here I am, sitting in Breslau (not an easy place to find). Im exhausted in every sense of the word.
We as One Worlders, started out the month at Eramosa Eden, getting to know each other and learning about all sorts of wicked things like Simple Living, group dynamics, conflict resolution and that you can put corn in just about anything. Thank you to our corn queens Pamela and Colleen... I can never look at a cob again... although the cake was awesome. I truly enjoyed the first leg of this journey because I feel that expierential learning is the greatest way to learn. Whether it be from presentations on Tomato farmers in Ghana or trying to drop an egg into a bucket of water (and missing due to over zealousness) or even just from Tips of the Day, I feel I learned more in my first nine days of One World than I did in four years of High School.

We then moved to Kitchener and stayed at the AWESOME Sullivan household. We started work at St John's Kitchen and met some incredible people. The other volunteers were amazing and incredible and I had pretty solid time. Unfortunately, due to stupid sucky moronic illness I was stuck at home until our last day. I was not impressed. We left Kitchener the next day and hit up Guelph to prepare for our hiking trip to Algonquin. We also went to Toronto to Mama Pee's for Ghanaian food and man is it ever hot! This will be interesting....

So, after being locked out of the house and sleeping like a rock, we woke up bright and early to head out for Algonquin to hike 35km in five days....hahaha...
After a long drive and an exhausting first four kilometers and a rainy night, we headed out to do our next nine kilometers... We arrived at Maggie Lake wet, cold and miserable at 1pm and there was no way on Earth we were going to stay there. So we headed out to do the next 6km to Oak Lake and we camped out there. Man, were we glad to have arrived. My shoulder was killing me, I had fallen and cut my hand, attempting to flee from a (pretty non-threatening) moose and my boots were covered in mud after sinking knee deep into some stinky mud. We had set up camp, Caitlin was cleaning my cut (soon after she was bit by a chipmunk that we had named Hermione) and we started making Lentil stew (AWESOME).
We woke up the next morning, the sky was blue, the birds were chirping, the chipmunks were lurking and all I wanted to do was to get the hell out of the forest. We decided as a group to hold off on any discussion of cutting the trip short until we arrived at Guskewa(sp?) Lake. But we managed to all agree to stay at least one more night in Algonquin. The sun was shining, our packs were lighter and we made it to the next Lake in good time.... but due to a pen dot on our map, we missed our campsite and managed to hike the whole way out of the park... way to go team! We came out of the park with huge grins on our faces and a sense of accomplishment swelling inside. We had decided to head to Amanda's house.
We arrived in Parry Sound and the sense of relief washed over me. We were done. I could take care of my shoulder and sleep in a warm bed. I then checked my email to see if I had gotten an email from Anfaani Children's Home in Ghana. I had. The forms for me to apply as a volunteer had been sent but as I read through them, I realized that they only wanted volunteers who were 21 years of age... which I am not. I phoned Pamela.
I was given the advice to just explain about my age and hope for the best but now we had to deal with the fact that we were not technically done our challenge and we had to continue on. We were told to go back to Algonquin... that was not an option. The idea of going back to Algonquin after finishing the challenge we had been given filled me with a sense of dread. No way Jose was I going back. Fortunatly for us, the option of heading to Killbear Provincial Park was brought up. It didnt matter to me that it could possibly be harder for us- I did not want to go back to Algonquin... We went to bed after intense decision making and discussions and woke in the morning to head out to Killbear.
At Killbear we knew we needed to challenge ourselves or else it wasnt worth even being there. So we randomly headed down a path and we got a little lost and then found our way to the beach. Which we followed to our campsite. We ate a late lunch and then decided to head to the Lighthouse (longest walk ever!). We were hurt and tired but we kept going and finally made it to the lighthouse to take a picture and then head back. We made a nice dinner of Chicken Noodle soup and Instant mashed potatoes (which I managed to spill all over the picnic table) and we ended the night with speaking kind words to each other.
We woke to another beautiful day and packed up camp, had a group check in at the beach and then headed home. Getting to Parry Sound and Toronto was pretty good (minus the INSANE traffic in Toronto, which I am continuously told, was not as bad as it normally is) but we got so incredibly frustratingly lost trying to find Breslau, that I thought I was going to be kicked out of the van and left to fend for myself. Thankfully, Currie decided we should turn down some random street which happened to have the street that we needed at the end of it!
Now im sitting here, showered, full and ready to sleep. I've talked to home and Im feeling relieved to get to rest. But the truth is, I am still incredibly excited to start learning more on Monday....
I will write more when I have a chance
Peace and lots of love
Aryn

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