2010 goals continued

Make sushi

Let go of things in the past (forgive AND FORGET)

Better lat(er) then never!

It's been over a year and a half since I posted on this blog, but I remember writing my thoughts, my feelings, my experiences down on here while in Ghana was a rejuvenating experience. So I'm going to do just that. This space is for me, I don't expect anyone else to relate to it, let alone read it, but feel free to partake in either if you wish.

I don't normally make goals for the new year, but this year I've decided to do things a little differently. 2010 will be here in 28 days so I better get a list started.

2010 will be the year to:

blog often
plant atleast one tree
volunteer with a charitable group outside of my school community
put a razor to my hair
go on an overnight hiking trip
fall for someone
mow a lawn
cross country ski
make something new out of something old
get over 90% on a paper

There is so many more possible goals, I will have to contemplate and add more within the next 28 days.

Goodnight

So far away you are in my memory
I wish it wasn't true
I wish I could remember every sight, smell and sound
Your a dream
I know its true
I never met you
Ghana, I never knew you
Please remind me
Pass by me in the cold wind of Canada
Whisper to me all your secrets that I once knew
I'm begging to feel your hand clutched in my own
I promise if you show yourself to me again I will never forget
Until then, I'll read the pages of my journal, I'll feel the softness of the cloth I bought
I'll cherish the photos I've taken
Until then I'll cling to every memory of you

My last weekend at Matthew 25

This weekend I met some extremely inspirational people. People who made me excited about the world, excited about living. They gave me faith in humanity. They gave me strength. No they were not Ghanaian politicians, no they weren't doctors or lawyers. They were children. The official title to these kids are Orphans and Vulnerable Children (OVC's) They are either orphaned by HIV/AIDS or vulnerable to it.

We held a four day 'camp' for them. We played games, had talks did art work and danced, we danced a lot. We also went on an excursion to Akaa falls, which are beautiful waterfalls near Koforidua. I played football with some of the young boys and skipped with some of the girls. I was taught new games and had to much fun playing them. We coloured mandalas and made cards to remind us to love ourselves. It was a weekend to be kids, to come together and just have fun. It was also a time that Matthew 25 handed out school items that some of the kids need but can't afford, such as uniform, books, shoes pens etc.

Every night as I would journal about my day I would have a huge smile on my face and fill at least 3 pages. Despite the constant poking and exhaustion I was always happy and thankful for the day.

I hope that each of these children have all their dreams come true because they all deserve so much.

The days are numbered.

31 days until I leave Ghana. I'm excited and sad at the same time. I'm really excited to go home and see my friends and family, I miss them all so much. I'm excited to go home and show my photos and tell my stories to everyone. I'm excited to eat different food even though the Ghanaian food will be something I will miss so much. I'm excited to wear new clothes as the ones I have are mostly stained and/or ripped. I'm also KINDA excited to start school. To add book knowledge to the experiential knowledge I have gained. But I know once I leave I'll miss Ghana, my second home now. The minute I'll step on the plane, leave the Ghanaian soil, I'll want to go back. I'll cry when I have to leave my friends, all of the beautiful people I have met during my time in Ghana.

BUT, I know I will be back. recently while falling asleep in my mosquito infested room I have been thinking about when I come back to Ghana. Seems strange to be planning to come back here when I haven't left. But Ghana does that to a person, makes you fall in love with it. It gets in your soul and never escapes. So, I'll be back, I know.

"Ice Pure Water"

It's getting near the end of my time here. Some days I find myself doing nothing. I could really see how someone could give up and hide in their room. But I refuse to stop learning.

For those of us who have had the pleasure of traveling to Ghana already, we know the term 'pure water'. For those who don't, basically Pure water is treated water that is sold in 500ml sachets. A bag of 30 cost 80 Gp. (about 80 cents). To earn money many people sell individual sachets of pure water that have been put in the fridge to become cold, some sell out of stationary coolers while others sell on their heads. These cost 5 Gp each.

I decided that I wanted to learn more. I wanted to learn what it would be like to sell pure water on my head for a day. So I loaded up a plastic container of cold sachets and ice put it on my head and went out to sell. the first sachet I sold was to a carpenter. I continued down the street, people staring more then they already do, most also laughing. I made it to a secondary school where students called me into classes bursting at the seams from laughing, I didn't mind, they bought water.

I finished what I had just past the school and went back to Matthew House to load up more. This time when I went back to Matthew House Fr. was there, he was so shocked that I was doing this but very supportive, I think he laughed more then the people on the street. I made another trip with even more water. I didn't make it very far before I ran out of water and quickly went back and made another trip towards town. My destination had been the market but a white girl selling water was too exciting to not buy from.

By the end of the day I had met so many people. Many asked why I was doing this, I just would reply, why not.

This morning I found out that the news was all over K'dua, a white girl sold pure water on her head. I walked to the market with Akosua (a friend of mine) and people were yelling CAIT CAIT and asking why I wasn't selling in Twi. It was a really great experience to physical feel what it is like to do a simple and popular job.

I've been told tomorrow I will be out to the streets again. I hope my back can handle it.