Saturday, July 11, 2009

Another Decade Older


Strange how one day can change everything, isn't it?!?
I turned 30 yesterday.........

I know that there really isn't much difference from July 9th to July 10th, but it seems different somehow.
Thirty sounds old. Mature. Grown-up.

Not quite sure if I'm ready to be those things or not.

Guess I don't have much choice, do I?

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Love of Two Countries?

Celebrating America's independence in another country is an interesting experience. The Fourth of July is one of my favorite holidays. I have wonderful memories from many summers past. The heat. The anticipation. The food. The colors. The friends and family. The music. The list goes on and on.
Most of my Independence Day memories are from Saginaw, where I grew up, but I've also spent the Fourth in quite a few different places: Tawas, the Blackhills of South Dakota, Ireland, and of course, Ghana. Each place was different and special, but there is nothing quite like spending the day in the familiar places of your childhood.
It is hard for me to figure out the balance between love for my country and love for my host country. I do love Ghana; this is my home. But I love America; it is the land of my birth, my culture, my family, my memories, my values.
Last night we had a few people over for a small party. We had both Ghanaians and Americans. It was fun introducing our Ghanaian friends to American cookout foods: hamburgers (they wondered why they weren't made of ham), French fries (which they call chips), Boston baked beans (not British style beans in tomato sauce), deviled eggs (they wondered what they had to do with the Devil), and s'mores (which declared much too sweet), and roasted marshmallows (which were all promptly burnt to cinders). They wondered why we were all wearing red, and why I painted my toe nails with American flags. They wondered why we wanted to light off fireworks. They had so many questions, and I didn't really have a lot of answers. The answer to why we do those things is.... because! It's what we do!
That's the funny thing about culture; it's just what you do -- no explanation needed!
Do I not love Ghana because of doing those things? Nope! Do I love America less by living in another country? Nope! In the end, I believe I'm the most blessed. I get to love America, and I get to learn to love another country, too!
I guess my girls had the best idea of how to combine the two. Last night they put on their red, white, and blue clothes, and fun costume jewelry, and then they asked if they could wear their Ghana flag hairbows, too!
I wish you all a wonderful Independence Day!

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Where Have I Been???

Was I kidnapped by a warring tribe? Nope! Was I suffering some strange tropical disease? Un-uh! Was I eaten by a lion? Obviously not! Where have I been? You may ask.....
Well, none of those things mentioned above have happened, but lots of interesting things have!
It all started about two years ago. We had a national pastor living with us for a while. He raised pigs. What do you feed pigs here in Ghana? Nice pre-packaged FDA-approved pig food? No. You feed them rotten fruits and vegetables from the market and spoiled food from the food vendors. How do you get this food to the pigs? In your car, of course. Now in a tropical climate, even the tiniest bit of food left anywhere will draw.....cockroaches. The pastor tried very hard to keep them out of his car, but that is not possible when hauling pig food every day! How did this affect me? As some of you know, we don't have a car here in Ghana. When we returned from furlough, the pastor insisted we use his car to go to town and market on Mondays for our weekly shopping. Unfortunately, what we didn't realize was that those tricky little buggers were riding into our house on our shopping bags. Every once in a while, we'd see one on the countertops and smash it, but we didn't know that they were finding lots of hiding places in our kitchen cabinets!
Then, about seven months ago, our landlady decided to spray the apartments for bugs. Three of the apartments were sitting empty at that time. We were the only occupants. The problem was that she didn't tell us she was spraying for bugs. We came home to a funny smell and when we called the guy who takes care of the house, he told us that they had sprayed the empty apartments for bugs. My husband told him we wanted our house sprayed too, since all the bugs would flee to our house for safety, but he said he'd do it later. Too bad for us that he never got around to it! To make a long story a little bit shorter, we have been battling them ever since!
We not only had cockroaches, we had three different species of them!!! YUCK!!!!!!!!
Not only are cockroaches disgusting, but they are humiliating! Now, I know that everybody in a tropical climate has some, but growing up in a cold climate (Michigan), the only people who had cockroaches were people with filthy homes.
We have been trying to get rid of them since that fateful spraying day. First I tried natural remedies -- none of them worked. Then I tried some of the local pesticides -- they worked for a little while. Then I tried spraying, scrubbing, dumping, emptying, gassing....you name it, I tried it! After just a few days though, it would look like I hadn't done anything!
Around the beginning of June, we got desperate. We decided it was the cockroaches or us. We decided to make one last stand, and if it didn't work, we would move out. I am not kidding. We were so overwhelmed that we were willing to move to a new place altogether and leave the problem for our landlady to deal with.
Our plan of action was to move out of our house, spray the entire house with very strong pesticides, and then slowly move back in. And if the spraying didn't work, we'd just live outside until we found a new house!!!!
About three weeks ago, we started packing up our house. We had to go through each thing page by page, corner by corner, box by box to make sure no bugs went outside with our stuff. It took two-and-a-half days to go through everything. Just about the time we got everything outside, it began to rain -- African rain (which for the uninitiated is similar to rain brought on by a hurricane)! We got everything covered up with tarps and plastic and prayed that it would stop quickly! It did stop after about thirty minutes, and nothing got wet! They then headed in to spray the houses. They did our neighbors houses first, and then they headed into our house. To put it simply, they flooded our house with very potent chemicals. Our kitchen had toxic standing water on the floor when they were done.
We didn't stay at our house that night, but went to the hotel next door instead. Isn't that convenient! I'm sure we were quite a sight walking into the hotel, filthy and drenched from head to foot, stinking like chemicals!
The next morning we came home, and I began to scrub our house from floor to ceiling. John started the tedious task of going through all our packed things and checking them again for bugs before bringing them back into the house. It was a long day; we all got sunburned terribly and Carey and I both had terrible reactions to the chemicals, too! We got about half of our things inside or on our porch before it began raining again -- African rain! In fact, it rained all night long....we were just hoping and praying that the tarps and plastic would hold. Amazingly enough, when we went to check it all on Saturday morning, very little had gotten wet, and of the things that did, very little got ruined!
Saturday I had to stop cleaning and unpacking to do laundry. Did I mention in this that my washing machine broke the week before all this happened? I got the privilege of washing a week's worth of clothes, all the curtains, all the bedding, and all the rugs by hand? Praise the Lord that my neighbor offered to wash two loads for me!
The following week we finally got everything back into every room in the house but the kitchen. We decided to let the kitchen sit for a while since that was where the majority of the problem was. We finally scrubbed it a week after spraying it. It looked like a nuclear fall-out area. The day after we got it all cleaned, the kitchen flooded and water flowed into half our house. I'm so glad that the flood waters weren't filled with dead cockroach carcasses and chemicals!
So where do things stand today?
Life is almost back to normal! We are going to have to replace a few things, but nothing major. It looks like our problem is almost gone. We needed to keep the kitchen empty so that we could respray at the three-week mark. That's when all the leftover eggs will hopefully be hatched..I know, that's disgusting! And where is my kitchen then? My kitchen is still located on the...porch. I have had the wonderful joy of cooking and eating outside for several weeks now. I guess I'm really becoming one of the locals!
So......that's where I've been the last few weeks! I know it's not a good excuse, but I think it makes a pretty good story!

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Hello, World!

Hello, World!
Life has been more than crazy lately! I've just not made the time to write anywhere -- not much on facebook, not much on email, not much of anything anywhere. There are a few times I've considered bowing out of the cyberworld, but my hubby keeps encouraging me not to.
I've got plenty of stories, no pictures (I still don't have a working camera), and a very full schedule, but I'm hoping to catch a few quiet minutes this weekend....
I have a hard time writing on the fly, and I like it to be quiet when I do so. That doesn't happen very often with my two girls!
Hopefully I'll write some more today or tomorrow!

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mother's Day!


To the greatest moms and grandmas in the world!
We love you!!!

Friday, May 8, 2009

The King

Two weeks ago was the 10th anniversary of our king, Otumfuo Osei Tutu II. A king?, you may ask. Yes, even though our country has a president, and we hold elections every four years, we still have a king! This isn't a king like England has a queen, though. Our king is the ruler of the Akan people. Kumasi is his capital city, and the Ashanti Region (state) is his domain.
Before Ghana existed, many tribes and their chiefs lived in this land. Over time, the Ashanti became a fierce and strong tribal warrior nation. Their king or chief continued to gain more and more power as they conquered more and more smaller tribes. These conquests continued until the British colonizers attacked Kumasi and took their king into exile. Even though the king was taken, the kingdom did not fall apart. The Ashanti believed the power to hold their nation together was in the Golden Stool (the king's throne). The British demanded it when they captured the king, but the keepers of the stool had hidden it away and gave the British a fake.
Even though they did not have a king for some time, as soon as they were allowed, the Ashanti reinstated a king.
Our current king has now been in power for ten years. He is seen as a "keeper of the culture" and therefore, his powers don't conflict with that of our federal government. About 3 1/2 million people live in the Ashanti Region, and about 5 million people claim him as their leader.
In the pictures of his anniversary celebration, you will see many umbrellas. Each umbrella is for a chief - the bigger the umbrella, the more important the chief!
The president, former heads-of-state, and many ambassadors and diplomats from all over Africa came to the durbar.



This is a picture of the king. He is very difficult to see, because the picture was zoomed from verrrrrrrrry far away.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Snake!!!


Well, we can finally say that we "have arrived" as missionaries in the minds of all the people that support us. Yes, most people that support African missionaries imagine us daily fording rivers filled with crocodiles, marching through elephant grass, and fighting lions as we go out to preach the gospel, all while we single-handedly have spiritual duels with witch doctors. Though we do not fit these Western mindsets of a missionary, I think that we have finally filled one requirement. John has killed a snake! Yes, this last Thursday night John had the privilege of killing his first snake. I would like to tell you that as he and Andrew were walking to check on some people before Bible study, a green mamba jumped out of a tree in front of them and tried to bite them. I would like to tell you that like Indiana Jones, John pulled out a machete (that people think every missionary wears on his/her back) and cut off it head with one blow. But, sadly that is not what happened.

After visiting some of our people and reminding them about the night meeting, John and Andrew saw a taxi driver stop his car, jump out, and run to look at something. The driver was trying to kill a green mamba that was crossing the road! (Africans do not have the same regard to preserve species as most environmentalist would like them to. Here we have a simple rule: When you see a snake, you do not stop and ask if it is endangered. You know it will be deadly nine times out of ten, so you grab the first stone available and kill it. Find out what kind it is after it is dead). Knowing his social duty, John did his part. He grabbed a big rock and crushed its head!

Overall it was a new experience! After killing the thing with the stone, all the Ghanaians around gave John pats on the back. Then he got to come to the people already gathered for service and retell the story several times. I was not as happy to hear about the presence of the snake as the men were, but it was great fun to watch the men puff out their chests and tell their warrior's story!