When you think of public bathrooms, What do you think of? If you’re thinking about an old gas station toilet with no toilet paper and water everywhere, you would be like a god to the Ghanaian people. Today I had to use the Ghanaian Public Bathroom. It was interesting. First, when we pulled over on the highway, we had to walk about ¼ mile across the nasty parking lot. Let me say that the parking lots in Ghana are totally different from America. They don’t even pave the roads much less a parking lot. Not to mention people probably don’t even know what a garbage can is so there is garbage just strewn about. Everywhere. And I was wearing open-toed shoes. Anyway, back to the Bathrooms. When we finally got there, We walked into the lobby area and an atrocious smell just washed over you. There was a guy on the “Front Desk” who said there was a small charge for just peeing. He said to get a bucket of water from outside and bring it in with you. I was disgruntled but I shrugged it off, kinda. As IM walking into the bathroom I realize there were no lights and no windows and there was absolutely son air flow so the smell just sat there. In my head I was just thinking, “This is where germs are created”. Then I realize there are no doors on the stalls. It just was wall, stall, wall, stall. The stall itself was horrendous. There were no toilets. None. The stalls were holes in the ground. When I finally got over the fact I was going to pee in a hole. I got on the ledge and maneuvered myself to do my business and I just went. As I was sitting there, doing my business, I was only thinking two things. (1) Please Lord, don’t let me fall and (2) Thank the lord I brought Toilet paper.
All in all, the experience is something that was worth doing but I would never do it again. Ever. Anna
Speaking of Bathrooms, Scott and Bruce fixed one bathroom at St. Paul’s with this toy wrench–tools are at a premium in the villages
Today was the final day of Reading Camp and as things go in Africa, there were a few changes. Stephanie and Michelle had planned this wonderful program for the parents to attend along with a small celebration but St. Paul Preschool, Akramaman, had to delay their graduation, until today, due to a funeral. So, plan B had to be put into action. The camp was taught for about an hour before the craziness began. Everyone, including children, sat for 2 hours waiting for the graduation. It finally began-2 hours late-. So now 4 hours after we closed the Reading Camp, we were able to give the children their shirts, bags and cupcakes.
Observations from Meghan:
Today was very fun we got to watch the pre-school graduation, which was really cool. The graduates danced and it was really cute. They did tribal dances in full costume including tribal paint. It was absolutely adorable. It was really sad seeing Emma, Mary, and Anita while our bus drove away. Leaving the village brought tears to a few of our eyes. Hopefully I will return next year and see all of the lovely children again.
Ian met Moses last year and is happy to see him alive and well.
Tearful good byes