Here I am, almost a month after I left Ghana, still staring at the full suitcases that I have yet to unpack. The truth is, that it has nothing to do with not having time to unpack them but more to do with the fact that I dont want to face the truth that I actually left. That may be why Ive been only playing Ghanaian music in my car for the last month also. The truth is, I miss Ghana. I miss my Ghanaian family. I miss my third grade class. I miss my amazing best friend and boyfriend. I miss buying spicy eggs every day after placement. I miss buying fresh fruit from the market and local vendors. I miss bending down, and placing my knees on the dirt floor to help my third graders with a math problem, but even more so I miss the moment when I stand up and five of my students rush over to brush the dirt from my knees and shoes. I miss hearing yevu yelled in my direction as children, complete strangers I might add, run over to hug me, grab my hand and walk with me. I miss the 20 minute walk into town. I miss the music that flows from the church windows and doors. I miss being surrounded by people that love God more than anyone Ive ever met. I miss hearing Sister Afie, Sister Afie, Va! as I walk by my local friends shops. I miss Shaggy. I miss reading storybooks to neighborhood children and watching their face light up. I could write a novel about all the things I miss and the impact their society had on me, but that would take much longer than a 30 second post. Me lo wo Ghana. Until we meet again, we WILL meet again.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 00:13:42 +0000
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