Day 11
Was woken up by Yau who jumped in the bed for morning nap time in between me and Glenn. Glenn started playing the game that your dad does, or the uncle who's not really your uncle, plays with you. It's called the "I've got your nose" game. A game that has haunted generations of children for years. Glenn being British and Yau being African, it didn't really work. As the game usually goes the child would shout "put it back" or just burst into crying, thinking their nose has been stolen or ripped from their face. Poor Yau must have thought he was turning into Michael Jackson and his plastic nose had been removed. Despite Glenn's best efforts Yau didn't cry. More a look of confusion.
After the light introduction to the day, it turned dark when Glenn discovered that his iphone and ipod were missing. Glenn's ipod had gone missing two days before. It took Glenn two days to realise about the phone because nobody calls or texts him. It seemed like too much of a coincidence as we had already searched High and low. We began our investigation. Yau told us that he had seen cornelius and dolce with them on the friday when they went missing and he was told not to say anything. We separated the three older boys from the others and asked them what they knew. They wouldn't talk so we separated them. As soon as we did the little birds began to chirp. Dolce was the only one who didn't say anything. Was it to do with his loyalty to his boys or was it more than likely the fact that he doesn't understand any English.
I've seen a lot of interrogations in my time...well on TV anyway. The best tactical approach is as we all know the good cop/ bad cop method. One plays the bad guy, the other plays the friend. I got confused to which one I was so I ended up playing both characters. Being the only person in the room, I must have come across as having split personality syndrome and probably freaked out the orphan in question.
All this and it was only 11am and that meant time to leave for the waterfall. It was a bit of a trek but it was absolutely beautiful when we got there. It's the biggest waterfall in West Africa and it was a sight to behold. We went for a dip in the water and had to walk back first towards the falling water as the spray was so powerful. We slowly hobbled till we were under the fall. It felt like needles falling down on my head. It was the best power shower I have ever had and the closest to being in a Herbal Essence commercial I will ever get.
Glenn, Me and Kwame all moved out of the house to go to the compound. On the way Nunana saw me with my bags and asked "Are you going back to England?" I told him just to the compound. "What would you do if we were leaving" Nunana said "I'd get my bag and follow you".
The compound as I mentioned in a previous post has a bathroom that looks like it's out of Saw. It won't be long till a little puppet fella comes along and plays games with us where you have to chew through your own Achilles tendon or die and even if you do it, he'll have another trick up his sleeve and will kill us anyway. Prick.
Thursday, 3 November 2011
Volunteering in Ghana - Day 10
Day 10
Woken up to the sound of crashing rain on the tin roof. This light roof makes light rain sound like heavy rain. Today it sounded like an elephant jogging on the spot above my head. This caused the trip to the waterfall to be canceled which was a shame because we were all looking forward to it after a hard week in the classrooms. I think in a line-up it would be pretty hard to pick out any of the volunteers out of a teacher line-up as the Impostor. The only thing that would give us away is the lack of coffee bean halitosis among us.
It was decided that we would have a movie day as the rain was off an on. As soon as it stopped we would go outside then inevitably the rain would begin again. I noticed that the rain water was much warmer than the even colder than the showers so I thought I'd try and have a rain shower like a true jungle boy. But as I got my Towel and washing things ready and got out to the rain it stopped. Mother nature is a cruel mistress! I decided I would wait for it to rain again so for the rest of the day I was never more than an arms length away from my towel a bit like Mos Def in "The hitchhikers guide to the galaxy" minus the aliens and the galaxy or any kind of hitch hiking.
With the bribery of a movie day the kids really behaved themselves today but it didn't go without a few crying fits. Which really can be annoying when you can't hear a couple of the lines from Finding Nemo. I have come to realise that a crying child or a flock I think that's the correct terminology) of crying children is a bit like when you move into a house that's near a busy road or motorway. At first you can hear nothing but the engines of cars as they speed by, but eventually you won't notice it as much and will be able to hear the birds chirping in the trees. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this but among the cries I eventually could still follow what was happening to poor little Nemo with his little fin.
Woken up to the sound of crashing rain on the tin roof. This light roof makes light rain sound like heavy rain. Today it sounded like an elephant jogging on the spot above my head. This caused the trip to the waterfall to be canceled which was a shame because we were all looking forward to it after a hard week in the classrooms. I think in a line-up it would be pretty hard to pick out any of the volunteers out of a teacher line-up as the Impostor. The only thing that would give us away is the lack of coffee bean halitosis among us.
It was decided that we would have a movie day as the rain was off an on. As soon as it stopped we would go outside then inevitably the rain would begin again. I noticed that the rain water was much warmer than the even colder than the showers so I thought I'd try and have a rain shower like a true jungle boy. But as I got my Towel and washing things ready and got out to the rain it stopped. Mother nature is a cruel mistress! I decided I would wait for it to rain again so for the rest of the day I was never more than an arms length away from my towel a bit like Mos Def in "The hitchhikers guide to the galaxy" minus the aliens and the galaxy or any kind of hitch hiking.
With the bribery of a movie day the kids really behaved themselves today but it didn't go without a few crying fits. Which really can be annoying when you can't hear a couple of the lines from Finding Nemo. I have come to realise that a crying child or a flock I think that's the correct terminology) of crying children is a bit like when you move into a house that's near a busy road or motorway. At first you can hear nothing but the engines of cars as they speed by, but eventually you won't notice it as much and will be able to hear the birds chirping in the trees. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this but among the cries I eventually could still follow what was happening to poor little Nemo with his little fin.
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