Hello friends, family, and possible other random people on the internet! I just walked around Antoa a little bit, and figured I would share some of my conversations, as well as document some names so I don't forget who I talked to today.
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Woke up a little late and it was a nice quite morning today (Haza!). The kids started school today, so assume that is why we didn't have so many banging on our front door. In any case, I woke up and Rachel and I planned on getting more water, since we were running low. We have about three sized buckets here and I decided I would try the middle size, see how I do.
Yea, see how I do. I filled up my bucket but there was no way I could get that thing on my head. There was a little kid who kept calling me bebeni (black person, ha!) and I asked if he could put it on my head and he laughed and shook his head. A guy further down began yelling at me and said he would help, after I talk to his teacher friends. At this point there was no way that bucket was getting on my head without some help so I said yes. I introduced myself to two teachers, who were super nice, and explained to them why I was here. One teacher, Mensa, asked if I would help him with his Twi and I said sure, I just need to figure out my schedule.
I then walked back with my helper who kind of helped me put the bucket on my head. But damn was it painful. It pushed far down on my neck and I spilt water on my back. A group of small children followed me and laughed. I'm pretty sure a white person attempting was hilarious. But the struggle is real...I went a second time, and saw one guy just standing there with the bucket already on his head and pouring water in. WHICH IS SO SMART AND SO MUCH EASIER. DAMN. Anyways. Water...
Afterwards I went on a quest for NesCafe, the closest thing I am going to get to coffee her sadly...So sad...All the stands near by were closed so I ventured pretty far out to one that sold it. Paid for it and talked to the woman at the stand for a bit.I asked if she knew a carpenter and she said she would show me. Followed her close to the edge of the village and met a man named John Bernger. He is going to make me a chop box (wooden box with lock) and a book shelf. The price was kind of higher than I could pay for at a market, but then again I don't have to put the damn things on a tro tro, which may be worth the extra price. I'll ask if I over paid to some other people, but at this point fuck it.
But Mama, the women who took me, was funny and nice. She showed me her home and we talked about her family and kids. I am going to see if I can help her find a way to enroll her son in an SHS school somewhere (equivalent of a high school). I can't pay for his fees, but I may know someone hopefully. She came with me to my house and then we had some coffee. She kept saying I must be trying to poison her because I was making her drink black coffee and that if I offered NesCafe again she would turn it down. But drinking it black is truly the best way. Clearly.
So now I am here in Antoa chillin. I can't really unpack too much because I only have a small four shelf plastic unit and I need to put everything else in a locked box somehow. So I may read for a bit. I could possibly go searching for a mat...but that takes effort and I should have left earlier to do that if I was going to leave the village. There are definitely no bed mats here and I need to get one since I am renting it. Hopefully Charles, a former tutor with Exponential Education who lives near by, will come with me tomorrow to look for one. Fingers crossed.
Adventures in Antoa! For all my friends and family I miss you and love you. I hope all is well and you are in my thoughts!
Paz,
Chustzie
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