visit their Teen Chapel which easily had 100 teens in there. The service was nice. Typical Baptist service, just with an accent….lol. The Pastor was cool. I like how focused he is on helping those in need. We left there and went for a quick lunch…of course I had rice. We then went to pick up Angie but we had some time so Reggie drove me past the house where he grew up and I met his aunt, his grandmother and cousins. His grandmother…or great-grandmother….i’m not sure….she is in her 90s and had really never seen a Black American before. The only American’s she’d ever seen were White, so she was quite shocked to see me. When his cousins explained how someone like me could be in America they went as far back as the slave trade to remind her. At that point she remembered about all that had happened. Astonishingly she even began to thank God for all that He had done for African Americans and how something so horrible could have turned out for the good. She couldn’t speak any English so she was saying all this in her language and even began singing at one point. That moment was very enlightening. Well at that point it was 330 and we still hadn’t gotten Angie and we had a 4pm flight. Reggie is almost always late for just about everything. We rushed to Angie’s house to meet the driver and rushed to the airport. We arrived at 420pm, paid for the flight, checked in our bags and ran outside to the plane. It was a small domestic plane and when we got on, they shut the doors behind us and we were barely in our seats when the plane started pulling off. I was praying, “Ok, God, I don’t do the whole Tuskegee airman plane thing, so please let us land safely.” Well, one conversation with Angie and the pilot was already saying that we were descending. The flight was only 40 minutes. We got off, got our bags and met Dr. Yaboah who is the head of the International Community School. We didn’t know what he looked like and he didn’t know what we looked like, but when we walked out and looked like lost tourists, he said, “Khristi! Angie!” lol. Kumasi is very nice. The roads are very different than Accra…less bumpy. We went to Nana’s house for dinner. Nana is a member of First Baptist who is here for a month in Ghana for the 1 year anniversary of her mother’s death. Her home is beautiful and we stayed there for a few hours and had dinner. Then we drove another ½ hour or so to Mr. Yaboah’s home which is like…a huge mansion. Once we finished marveling at the home we went to our rooms and headed to bed….with NO INTERNET. Lol
Sunday, October 18, 2009
The Flight Out: Day 14
Woke up early to pack and head to Calvary Baptist Church for their 9am service. Reggie picked me up and we got there about 20 minutes late but hadn’t missed much. The church is about 3,000 members strong. I was also able to visit their Teen Chapel which easily had 100 teens in there. The service was nice. Typical Baptist service, just with an accent….lol. The Pastor was cool. I like how focused he is on helping those in need. We left there and went for a quick lunch…of course I had rice. We then went to pick up Angie but we had some time so Reggie drove me past the house where he grew up and I met his aunt, his grandmother and cousins. His grandmother…or great-grandmother….i’m not sure….she is in her 90s and had really never seen a Black American before. The only American’s she’d ever seen were White, so she was quite shocked to see me. When his cousins explained how someone like me could be in America they went as far back as the slave trade to remind her. At that point she remembered about all that had happened. Astonishingly she even began to thank God for all that He had done for African Americans and how something so horrible could have turned out for the good. She couldn’t speak any English so she was saying all this in her language and even began singing at one point. That moment was very enlightening. Well at that point it was 330 and we still hadn’t gotten Angie and we had a 4pm flight. Reggie is almost always late for just about everything. We rushed to Angie’s house to meet the driver and rushed to the airport. We arrived at 420pm, paid for the flight, checked in our bags and ran outside to the plane. It was a small domestic plane and when we got on, they shut the doors behind us and we were barely in our seats when the plane started pulling off. I was praying, “Ok, God, I don’t do the whole Tuskegee airman plane thing, so please let us land safely.” Well, one conversation with Angie and the pilot was already saying that we were descending. The flight was only 40 minutes. We got off, got our bags and met Dr. Yaboah who is the head of the International Community School. We didn’t know what he looked like and he didn’t know what we looked like, but when we walked out and looked like lost tourists, he said, “Khristi! Angie!” lol. Kumasi is very nice. The roads are very different than Accra…less bumpy. We went to Nana’s house for dinner. Nana is a member of First Baptist who is here for a month in Ghana for the 1 year anniversary of her mother’s death. Her home is beautiful and we stayed there for a few hours and had dinner. Then we drove another ½ hour or so to Mr. Yaboah’s home which is like…a huge mansion. Once we finished marveling at the home we went to our rooms and headed to bed….with NO INTERNET. Lol
visit their Teen Chapel which easily had 100 teens in there. The service was nice. Typical Baptist service, just with an accent….lol. The Pastor was cool. I like how focused he is on helping those in need. We left there and went for a quick lunch…of course I had rice. We then went to pick up Angie but we had some time so Reggie drove me past the house where he grew up and I met his aunt, his grandmother and cousins. His grandmother…or great-grandmother….i’m not sure….she is in her 90s and had really never seen a Black American before. The only American’s she’d ever seen were White, so she was quite shocked to see me. When his cousins explained how someone like me could be in America they went as far back as the slave trade to remind her. At that point she remembered about all that had happened. Astonishingly she even began to thank God for all that He had done for African Americans and how something so horrible could have turned out for the good. She couldn’t speak any English so she was saying all this in her language and even began singing at one point. That moment was very enlightening. Well at that point it was 330 and we still hadn’t gotten Angie and we had a 4pm flight. Reggie is almost always late for just about everything. We rushed to Angie’s house to meet the driver and rushed to the airport. We arrived at 420pm, paid for the flight, checked in our bags and ran outside to the plane. It was a small domestic plane and when we got on, they shut the doors behind us and we were barely in our seats when the plane started pulling off. I was praying, “Ok, God, I don’t do the whole Tuskegee airman plane thing, so please let us land safely.” Well, one conversation with Angie and the pilot was already saying that we were descending. The flight was only 40 minutes. We got off, got our bags and met Dr. Yaboah who is the head of the International Community School. We didn’t know what he looked like and he didn’t know what we looked like, but when we walked out and looked like lost tourists, he said, “Khristi! Angie!” lol. Kumasi is very nice. The roads are very different than Accra…less bumpy. We went to Nana’s house for dinner. Nana is a member of First Baptist who is here for a month in Ghana for the 1 year anniversary of her mother’s death. Her home is beautiful and we stayed there for a few hours and had dinner. Then we drove another ½ hour or so to Mr. Yaboah’s home which is like…a huge mansion. Once we finished marveling at the home we went to our rooms and headed to bed….with NO INTERNET. Lol
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No Internet? LOL I know that hurt.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great story about Reggie's grandmother.