Burned

Considering the majority of my blogging has been picture-centric, I feel a little odd writing this.  But in an effort to pre-re-integrate with my native people, I'll allow this post to be Almost entirely self-indulgent.

Nearing the end of service has been to say the least an emotional roller coaster.  I'm not sad, I'm not glad, I'm not excited, I'm not relaxed. In fact, it is hard to articulate quite what's been going on in my mind the last few weeks. I don't want to miss opportunities to see friends I may not see for a very long time, but I'm craving the solace required for reflection.  I am happy to be leaving the scathing coarseness of Ghana and that crueldeaf (I'm guessing) lady who lives behind my house and play Gospel music at all hours, but sad to leave a loyal four-legged confidant (and a few humans) behind. 

I need to start packing.  I hate packing.  I want to get rid of all this stuff that somehow accumulated in my house over the last two years but I don't want to have to go buy new stuff when I return.  With nothing to do, and a couple weeks left to go, in need of some closure- I lit a fire. Not a metaphysical, spiritual, or metaphorical one. A big ole fashioned fire to burn everything I could find, save my COS packet which I will need to get outta here. I know, carbon credits, air pollution, the worst kind. But I figure somehow my volunteer work karmically balances the damage I did the air today.

The fire burned for a couple hours. I didn't realize I had so much stuff. Plastic burns slow and black. When the smoke finally cleared, I was left again with a moldy shell of a house (approximately).  No stacks of Dusty (and often times useless) Peace Corps Handouts under my bed. No filled up notebooks with eager notes from my training days on my book shelves. No "How to Be the Best Damn PCV Ever Manual" (which hasn't been updated since 1970). No molded bottles of palm oil.  No Teacher's notebooks with the skeletons of fail lessons plans still creaking inside. And no half checked lists of things that I should have, could have, and did not do.  Just a clean bookshelf, empty drawers, and a feeling that no matter what comes next, I'm ready.  I did what I could. 

When the smoke cleared and the chickens started their endless pecking in the garbage pit again a heavy rain came, I snuggled into my bedraggled bed (which in my fiery passion almost opted to burn as well) and fell into deep dreamless afternoon nap. 

I'm not necessarily happy to see the final stitches sewn on this experience but I sure am happy to have less baggage to take with me on my next stop.

Random pictures I ferreted out on the internet to entertain the illiterates (read...fans under 4 years old) who probably view my blog religiously, hoping for more pictures of puppies:

Random African tending some burning garbage

Trying to get my point across visually

Chicken eating garbage

Can't disappoint the Puppy fans.

Celebratory Gift

A Real Baobab

I closed my Bank Account in Ghana today, thus bringing me one step closer to the realization that on July 13th (just a few weeks away), I will actually be leaving this place. In celebration and to get rid of some of the surplus cash I found myself buzzing around Accra with, I stopped off at the best place to blow money in Ghana- Hakim Jewelers.  I was in need (read...want) of a talisman to get me through these next few weeks. 

After two separate visits and several hours I picked out a nice little sterling silver Baobab pendant. Though, we only have one Baobab that I've found in Abura Dunkwa (they do better in the drier regions), planting and eating Baobab seeds with friends has become somewhat of a memorable experience during my service.  A sacred Baobab will be planted at the KSO on July 3rd when they unveil the new murals.  I plan to engrave my dates of service on the back as soon as I have access to a Dremel, thank you Jeanine Payer Inc. for teaching me that skill. 

The Baobab Pendant from Hakim

The Pig Roast

One of the many last hurrahs.  I'm really going to miss the drop-everything-and-come-to-a-Pig-Roast mentality that has been pounded into my brain like fufu at 4pm.  Here are some pictures from a most successful Pig Roast.  It was beautifully planned executed and the pig was delicious:

Tinfoiled and slow roasting

Preparing Vegetables for the Omnivores among

I call the Snout!

Nearly ready!

We ate the pig so fast there was only time to take pictures of the veggies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another Day, Another KSO Mural

Okay. This is the last one.  One of my many contributions to Peace Corps Ghana's ICT ThinkTank.

Again, pictures of the work as it progresses:

Alex and I marking out the bricks

 

More of the same...




Finished Detail




Maybe my favorite of all KSO murals

 

 Contributors: Matt, Becky, Alex, and Myself.

KSO Murals Continue

One terrific mural down, one big white wall to go. This time we had to come up with our own ideas. Given that it is the 50th Anniversary of Peace Corps' presence in Ghana, we thought we'd honor those who got it all started. Kennedy and Nkrumah. We whipped up a few postage stamp looking things and put a nice world tree map with a tasteful 50th logo to boot.

Take a look at the process:

Alex and Matt working hard

Adding yellow to Kennedy's face

Progressing nicely

Voila! Notice the 1961 reference.

Nkrumah Stamp

Kennedy Stamp

A job well done.

KSO Mural Final Draft

This is the finished product:  

Full View

Detail

KSO Murals-Rough Drafts

So, I blame Becky (and a stomach virus) but somehow I got suckered into painting a whole bevy of murals at the KSO (Kumasi Sub Office) these last few days. A good time was had by all (after the stomach virus subsided) and I think on the whole, we did a serious kick ass job.

Here are some pictures of the first one on progress:

Prize Package

Each student who attended STARS this year got all of these great things. I can't believe the generosity of local Ghanaian Companies, Ministries, and Individuals that came together to make this stuff happen.

Integrated Science Book, Social Studies Book, English Book, 12 Assignment Books, 2 bottles of water, 10 packs of Indomie, 1 pen, 2 T-Shirts. Who could ask for anything more?

Community Service Day

As the STARS Conference came to its final Day it was time to go out into Kumasi for some awesome Community Service Projects.

Matt and Vanessa don their Indomie Apparel, ready for Community Service Day!

Students on the KNUST bus hopping off to various locations in Kumasi

Da Dan daaaa....

I've officially been in Ghana for 2 years now. And It's hard to believe that in just a month and change I'll be leaving this place for good.

Praire Dog Courtesy of Modj