A Place to Call Home

Introducing the lovely children of Humjibre, Western Ghana, and my new home for the next year!

After lugging all that I own in the world (aside from a few boxes of books holed up at my parents house) onto 3 different taxis and 2 different buses, we finally rounded the last curved, cleared the last pot hole, and parked in front of the GHEI sign by the side of the road. Curious children ran to us to help haul my bags and to inspect the new “obruni” and welcoming drinks were arranged over fried chicken.

My village is small, remote, with 13 Christian churches and a handful of local watering holes. In the mornings I am woken by the passionate ramblings of local preachers on the loud speakers and the clanking of pots and pans as the children walk by to collect water. The first thing you are asked is “What day were you born?” and from that you are assigned a name that is the day of the week you were born on. I was apparently born on Tuesday (had to google that one) and my Ghanaian name is “Abina.”

After only three days in Humjibre, I have already been give 2 avocados, attended an engagement ceremony where the bride and groom were in the States, eaten lbs of fried rice and omelet sandwiches and spotted loads of fresh fruits and vegetables!

This makes me a happy happy girl! 😉

In a very short time I’m learning loads of important things such as how to hand wash my laundry, kill massive spiders, amuse young Ghanaian kids with my camera, and shoot ginger alcohol!

Until text time! x