I’m not a very good writer. I’ve been putting off writing this little blog post for days now- I’m at a complete loss of words while trying to describe what I’ve experienced the past week- it’s like when you stand at the top of a mountain and try to take a picture of the view. The result is always a bland, fuzzy little picture that won’t impress anyone in the least. So bear with me as I show you the fuzzy little picture- the truth is that you really have to come experience the the culture, the people, the smiles, the music, the people of Ghana- you have to stand on top of the mountain to really see how gorgeous the view is.
This morning we woke up, ate our eggs and toast and hopped on the bus. We drove down a super bumpy, wide, red dirt road for two hours to Mark Collins School where we were met by about nine hundred students in blue uniforms. Our team was introduced to the teachers and then some of us were led over to sing with the children. Standing in the center of a circle of nine hundred Ghanian children dancing and singing in their language- Ewe, was an incredible experience. The joy spread and time kinda stopped for a minute. We handed out anti-parasitic medicine to all all the children- marking their hands and then putting the pill in their mouth and instructing them to chew- “Dwi! Dwi!”. The teens laughed at us and one of them was like “ha ha- you can say chew.” we are all more alike than we think. I have a feeling this is just the beginning for me- I feel completely at home here, and I bet I’ll be back soon- but next time I hope I can stay much longer.
Madison Searles
February 2, 2012 at 12:54 am |
Madison, your analogy from the mountaintop is perfection, and your insights touch my heart. You are a fine writer, because you see and you feel, and it shines out of you.