Friday, October 23, 2009

From Koforidua to Kade to Accra: Day 19

Woke up early to have some breakfast and check out of the hotel. Can you believe how many different beds I’ve slept in this week? I keep looking at my poor suitcase. It looks all worn out. Anyway, we made a quick stop at Reggie’s mom’s school to say hello to the kids and meet the teachers. Sometimes when I’m on this trip I question whether or not I’m a minister or a school teacher…I have been to see so many schools!!!! Anyway, after that we took a 3 hour bumpy, bumpy, bumpy, bumpy, bumpy ride to Kade. The potholes we ran over would have been an automatic flat tire in the States. Reggie’s tires actually survived them. There is no speed limit, no road signs and barely any traffic lights here so needless to say I feared for my life. Anytime you can drive 140 miles with no problem, I get a little weary. He slowed down a bit for me though because I was clearly in distress. Well, we finally got to Kade and boy is it hot. They say the more north you go up here the hotter it is. One of the chief’s people met us at the palace. His name was Ben. What a nice man he was too….full of joy and laughter. It was nice to be around after such a frustrating ride. Reggie went to get something to eat and Ben and I walked around the market place. It was right in the center of town and everyone who was anyone was there. They were playing music and shopping, selling food, clothes, appliances…you name it, they sold it. I was meeting some of the area people who all thought I was from Ghana of course until I opened my mouth. They were all very nice. It was so hot, I was sweating bullets, but I didn’t complain because it hasn’t been blazing every day up here as some people would think. The weather has been good. Some days hotter than others, but some really cool and breezy nights that I just love. We went back to get Reggie and headed to the first High School. I met the headmaster and walked around a bit. There weren’t too many kids there because this was the second site of another main campus.

When we got to the main campus there were teens though everywhere and I had a chance to go into each class and say hello. They were learning some really hard topics from what I perceived. The school is a day school, but the kids live in dorms on campus, which is kind of weird because if it’s a day campus that means they don’t provide food. If they don’t provide food and the kids live there, how do they eat? They basically provide their own food which I assume can be quite difficult. Those were some of the questions I asked. On to the last school. A Private School for primary kids. This school is not government funded and they basically run off of the students fee’s. At this point in my trip all the schools and all the kids are all starting to look alike. But, I enjoyed meeting them as well. This school I believe Rev. Soaries visited on his trip to Kade a year ago. They said they’d like to expand and get more computers and books etc. I felt a little bad because I’ve visited so many schools and churches and colleges here that all need computers and books and money. You want to help them all, but I’m not sure our church can do that. Those chairs alone for that one costs thousands and thousands of dollars. Anyway, I will bring all this back to Rev. Soaries when I get back. For now I will collect everyone’s info and see what we can and can’t do to help. There are some practical things the kids can do when I bring them up here next year.

Well, when we dropped Ben off he presented me with a scarf on behalf of the Chief of Kade and we set out for our 2 hour ride back to Accra. I can’t tell you how happy I am that all of this traveling and touring is over. I have some visits to make at another church and I believe maybe one more school before I go, but it’s all within range of Accra. We made it back to the wonderful guest house I was staying in, in Accra. Angie came by and we talked for a few hours. I was so happy to see her. She's so cool. Well tomorrow I will sleep and do nothing all day.

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