Men outside my hotel waiting for work, Kinpunto, Ghana

Praise be to you Lord Christ. Today waqs a good day. After 4.5 hours of sleep I woke up to the sound of chickens/voices/iphone and descided that if my comrades could get up at 5am without a lot of sleep, so could I. Except I did not want to get up at all. I thought about sleeping until they mentioned to me to get up, but than God poked me on the shoulder I had just turned to get into a more comfy positions and reminded me why I was here; to grow in him. I had just read a report by Don Triplet of many people who were healed and that spurred me on. I began by reading the section in my bible ab out the time in between the old testament and the new testament. Crazy times those. So many murders and exchanging of powers and land. There was even an emperor who crucified 800 men and while they were dieing gon the cross he ordered their families to be killed in front of them. That is disgusting. All of that that I read left me in a conscience thought that God knew what he was doing back then, back then that appears to me to be a violent time a, a time without a loving god, a time where the people of the land did knot know direction or truth. A time that sounds like know to certain point, without the exchange of power, death, or land., yet. I continued in Col. and prayed along with Paul that I may be strengthened with all power, according to God’s glorious might, for al endurance and patience, with joy giving thanks to the father who has enabled me to share in the saints inheritance in the light.

We had driven 8 hours the day before to get to a town to spend the night for 6 more hours of driving in the morning. This night thought was not spent in a hotel, no it was spent in a home of a friend of Someone. my driver. Someone is a man from Accra who loves one music artist, SEan Paul. So for 8 hours the day before we listened to reggae hip hop over and over and over. My mind is blown up with the amount of sean paul. But Someone is not a gansta, he is a mid twenties something electrician who works for Wilkins Solar. Wilkins solar is the company I am documenting for the first 4 days of my trip. for E+Co. They sell solar panels and solar lanterns. The solar lanterns are more popular because they are merely 55 dollars. Driving out to the country sides I began to not hear the sean paul bumping all around me and started remembering other african adventures I had had o my two previous trips.

IOI love the fact that most of this country speaks english. It is almost strange to me to talk to some of the locals, having not been able to communicate for the past 5 countries I have visited. This, by the way, is my 25 country I have visited. Uh oh… Pop quiz…can you name all the countries I have been to, In order? Hint I have a photo website with many of them in order.
Our first village we visited was a small establishment of villagers living on a road, 14 hours away from Accra. Almost all the way up to the top of the boarder. The mountains and lush forrest dissipated as we traveled farther and farther north and then seem to reappear for this village. It was not a town at all but there was a school and a hill and many homes, and a palace. Oh yeah, I met a king today. The king was not in town when I first arrived so I climbed the top the highest point around town to get a better view and found a young man who was trying to get reception for his radio to listen to the futbol games. From his tip toes he tweaked the dial left and right and left and right, each turn being less than the previous. It was me and him on this random hill with huge rocks in the middle of Africa, watching goats. That was sweet. We chilled and I took pics of him and of the surroundings. My friends on the trip came up and looked around too, we could see two towns that they had installed solar powered street lights. One town with the school and the king was all adobe ad mud. The other town was all blue painted cement and was perfectly cemetrifcal. Each blue home with a yellow door was ovvupied. the others had not been completed yet. Some 200people could fit in this town. The reason why the solar untils were in these places was that we were so far wasy from anything. The blue town was recenlty made for people that live near the river 2km away. The people were relocated after the idea to make a hydro dam was okd on august 24 2007. The king had come back while I was in his palaace looking at the solar panels. I shook his hand and bowed my head as teh man did right before me. A king! woah. yeah he had 1000 or so people under his domain but still, he was a king. We talked, which was wierd, and he was amazing looking. He had the most awesome flip flops I had ever seen. King worthy for sure. After we were done I wanted a picture and he wanted to change. Could you believe he came out with sweeter flops than he had on before? I couldn’t. I still don’t. Lucky for me I have pictures to remind myself of the awesomeness. Took some king portraits on the royal throne. Then took him to a tree he likes and polaroided him. See ya king I said. We travled down to the river to see where the poeople had used to live and to see hwere the dam was being mg made. To the suprise of my friends, there were still people living by the ribver while the construction was being done on the hill sides. We walked past the homes of the fisherman ato a lone tree, huge as can be directly on the line where the dam will be made. the dam will be about 400 feet high and maybe 1/4 mile wide. 1 huge. and this tree was maybe 100 years old and was just staying there as a lone survivor of the deforestation that had desolated the area around the base. Why is this still here I asked? To supply the workers with shade. And then they will cut it down. So odd that the tree after 100 years will be cut down by the very people it is been giving shade too. and harboring. Sounds like a savior I know. There was normally blasting going on in this valley which was must have been so loud and dusty for the remaining inhabitants. I shot the bulldozers and workers from a far and saw huge boulders cascading down the slope to the waters below. the were pushed off a ledge and one by one they came barreling down the side, it was quite impressive. I had shot all I wanted to shoot, including running up the adjacent mountain side to take photos of local ladies working on cutting stuff amongst huge boulders with the river and the mountain under construction behind them. Walking back I wanted to go into the village that was still living by the river. There was a man fixing his canoe, as plane as a Tuesday afternoon would have it. I asked him some questions and he told me that he and the remaining 15 families were moving the the blue town on Friday! I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to stay so badly. But that story is not why I am here. Ahhh, important nugget of knowledge grasshoppa…know your calling. But while I was there I did the most and best I could with him and his village. I saw other men fixing fishing net and preparing their lives as if they were going to be there forever. “We don’t know what else to do.” He told me in his dialect. There are 59 languages here so learning one is a waste of time. Although I have picked up some Tsi (whistle and say this at the same time to pronounce it correctly). I wanted to stay till friday to go with the families to their new home but we had to go. We were 3 hours away from anything. We ended the afternoon by going to the blue village to check on some solar lights. They were not working so the boys had to go and fix that while I shot some of the scenes like the men working on the new cement huts and after awhile just picked up with the kids playing soccer in the muddy street. We drove three hours to where I am now, a two story hotel next to the bus park and only restuarant in town. I hear busses pulling out, the muffled slight murmur of a lot of people, someone running in flip flops, a lame cell phone ring, and of course the base line from the abnormally large developing country speaker system playing techno. Cool. What a day. Praise God.

The most exciting part of the drive home was me getting fed up with all the people selling dead armadillos. I starting yelling at them as we passed, ” Don’t kill Armadillos”. Good times. Unless you are an innocent armadillo in ghana.

  1. Sonya said:

    Still jeoulous!
    Minus the whole dead armidillo part.
    What in the world do the people buy them for?

  2. erinjo said:

    i look forward to your updates – thanks for keeping us all filled in on the adventure you’ve been taking.

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