Giving Back: Day 8

We set out to the WEB Dubois Memorial Center for Pan African Culture this morning. I had no idea that it was the actual home of Dubois when he stayed here in the 60’s. It was so cool to me. I was actually standing in his living room and in his bed room and got to see the books in his study. It was really cool because I had read so much about him. Rev. Soaries rained on my parade though because he kept insisting that Dubois did “absolutely nothing for Ghana except come here and live like a King.” Lol. I’m sure this is true a bit though. I mean, Dubois died at what 96…perhaps older. Well, he lived in Ghana for 3 years until he died, so he came out here when he was in his 90’s? I don’t know. Anyway, it was cool to be at the place where he lived though. Then we went to A Street Academy, which is a school for both homeless and impoverished kids. We had to walk a distance to even get to the school. The kids were so beautiful. We presented them with gifts and school supplies. I kept thinking about our kids in the schools in America…how blessed they are. They would NEVER go to school in these conditions. But these kids have a passion to learn and they don’t have access to the education and the resources or even the amenities that our kids have in the States…and yet they don’t complain. They’re happy that people are taking the time with them. I will be back there, I think my last week, to do some teaching and volunteering. Then we went to a Jazz restaurant for lunch. It was nice, I enjoyed it.

I enjoyed some soup and rice…my meal of choice here. I just find it so amazing to see how the various cultures mix here. To see people from Italy and Fineland and other parts of Africa and Greece. And they all hang out and have such a good time. It’s really great to see.
Then the crew went to Databank for a tour. I didn’t want to go another bank and neither did Pastor so I jumped in the car with him and we came back to the hotel and sat in the lobby and talked a bit. He said, “Did your hair get longer since you were in New Jersey.” I said, “No, this isn’t my hair.” He said, “Oh” and shrugged his shoulders. Shoutout to Golda by the way, my friend and hair dresser. Miss you girl, taking this hair out and coming straight to you.

Anyway, relaxed for the rest of the day. Doing work stuff now.

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