On Wednesday I went into bustling downtown Tema (which is actually a sizable city – but based on my first few days in Ghana, this felt like a super-metropolis) and got an internet SIM card and loaded it with some internet credits. So with this I can use the internet more regularly. Of course the thing broke after one day, so we’ll be back there this weekend to replace it. But hopefully once that is resolved, I will be able to keep you all updated on what’s going on as well as add some more reflection posts, like this one.
One thing that immediately stands out for me to mention is rain storms. It is after all the rainy season here, so it has rained just about every day. They have been mostly at night, and they don’t last all that long. But when you’re trying to fall asleep and it starts to rain on my tin roof, the sound is quite alarming.
Last night I realized where I’ve heard this sound before. The rain on the tin roof here is pretty much exactly like the sound of a “rain stick,” which I remember playing with when I was younger. For those who haven’t seen one before, it’s a roughly three foot long wooden stick that’s hollow and filled with lots of grains of rice or similarly small objects. And when you tip it one way and then the other, it makes a sound as all the pieces fall from one side to the other. And when you’re trying to sleep under a tin roof, it feels like you’re inside one of these things – it’s like a million little beads pounding down over your head. Then we’ve had a couple thunderstorms as well – when the thunder is near you, it shakes your bones. It’s quite an experience.
So I just thought I would put this thought up since it’s on my mind. I should hopefully get more regular reflections up as I go along. I’m keeping a couple different journals to record both my experiences and my reflections, so hopefully I will be posting elements from both in the future. Stay well.
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