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It’s the little things

It’s a combination of a lot of little things here in Ghana that makes me smile. Things that are really a part of my daily life now but looking back, it’s completely different at home.

I walk across the street and random kids yelling obroni , just run up to me to hold my hand for a split second. I walk through the gate of the orphanage and all of the kids run towards me to get a hug.

Sitting in a tro tro that’s made for shorter people, but still having way more fun than you would when sitting in a normal bus.

On the way to the orphanage: “Good morning. How are you? Have a good day!”  “Obwoni!”

Sitting in a tro tro: “Plaintain! One cedi, one cedi”, “Accra accra accra, tema station accra”, “Circle, circle labadi circle” “Pure water!”

At school: “Auntie, auntie please sit down.” , “When are your sisters coming back?” , ” Will you come tomorrow?” , “Oh oh please, I’m sorry.” , “ No kids, it’s not good to hit each other!”

At the orphanage: “ I want to Shee.” “Pwease cawwy me.”

I like how you can walk across the street for 10 minutes and see 3 people selling buffro’s or rockbuns, but when you decide you actually want one you can go a full hour without seeing anyone. Oh and I like how when you finally have one you can buy them for 50 pesewas (about 20 eurocents).

There are no bus times, but you never wait for more than 10 minutes for your tro tro to come by!

I like having a normal shower, but I like it even more after having a lot of bucket showers!

I like how the kids at the orphanage hug me as if they never plan on letting me go. I like how when I try to put them down I can literally let go of them but they will keep sticking to me in mid air like glue.

We play clapping games every day. I learnt at least 5 new kids songs while being here and the kids want to repeat them 10 times in a row every day :). Sometimes the songs make completely no sense, but they’re still lots o fun!

Every time I see Nii Nii he measures his hand with mine to see how much he grew and when we can keep our promise ❤

I like how at the 18th of January we still didn’t take down our Christmas tree and it’s still the most sparkly and cheerful part of the house!

All of the volunteers are great and awesome people!

Every single day I realise that love is something that is really infinite. I keep on loving these kids more and more everyday and there really is no limit to it at all.

I like how I’m around the same people almost 24/7 and I still miss them like crazy when I don’t see them for a few hours.

I like how I’m able to cry just because one of my kids is feeling sad and I like how I’m able to hide my tears to make them feel happy instead. I like singing to them so they feel less sad and I like it when they cheer me up all the time without even realising it.

I love Ghana. I absolutely love Ghana!



Christmas and sleep don’t go together

Woohoow! For those who have been wondering what I did last Christmas, today on the 3rd of January I kinda decided it is finally time for this long overdue Christmas blog! Surprise surprise, I’m delaying stuff like always xD Some things never change ^^’

Back to the point. This Christmas has easily been the most intense Christmas I have ever experienced in my 18 (almost 19!) years of life. The basic plan was to raise some money (thanks so much to everyone who helped us!!), and prepare a Christmas meal for about 200 kids. Oh no wait, probably about 300, so just to be sure lets buy food for about 500 kids. The next day 9 girls jump in a tro tro and drive off to the village (road triiip :D), where the coordinator tells us we’ re gonna be cooking for about ehm, 1000 kids… Honestly, you should’ve seen our faces xD So we went to the market to buy more of, ehm, everything, plus fruit, meat, fruit of and did I mention, fruit? No joke, we bought about 30 watermelons and wait for it… Over 150 pineapples! Can you imagine 9 girls cutting up 150 pineapples? I sure can now!

So after a few hours of walking running around on the market and carrying stuff around on our heads we went back to the village. Side note; I completely fell in love with that village! It has the complete package. Narrow roads, tall grass, cute little huts, a fire place outside, a b-e-a-utiful sunset. Wauw! At the village we started cutting up the first ingredients and around 12 (which is about 6 hours after I started feeling sleepy) we went to bed. We had a beautiful little room witch three cute little beds for only *cough* 6 girls. (two of them slept in a hammock which I thought was completely awesome until I heard stories about goats attacking them the next morning (he he he) and the complete lack of sleep they had, even though I basically had no sleep either since mosquito’s picked out that night to bite me to death 🙂 )

So now it’s 6am, and I get out of bed. Those who know me will start laughing… So I’m not really that much of a morning person, so to wake up I thought I’d get a nice shower. So imagine me, forgetting my flips flops, walking to the well with my sleep deprived face, being surrounded by about 10 African women who want to look as I force myself to pump way too much water in a bucket, desperately try to lift the heavy thing up my head and walk back only to spill half of the water on the way to the shower. Honestly, it was fun! After the water incident… we started cutting up the fruit. 150 pineapples before breakfast… Before we started, I had no idea whatsoever about how to efficiently cut pineapples or watermelons. Now I can proudly say I’m an expert B) And I still love fruit just as much as before I started! (My hands kinda disagree though, they forbid me from cutting pineapples ever again, but I just ignore them ;P)


The rest of the day was basically carrying an overload of Everything back and forth to everywhere. Water for the rice, chairs for the people, toys for the games, boxes of food, water bags, cookies… All on our heads of course. (Honestly, I’m gonna carry stuff around like this at home too! It is so easy! (my neck disagrees)) Eventually about 600 kids showed up and we put smiles on all of their faces :D. So by this time my legs were literally killing me and combined with the stress, I was slowly getting annoyed by, ehm, everything. So in the depths of my despair (drama queen), this little girl came up to me, held my hand for at least half an hour as I walked around in super slow motion, and she told me that she was really happy that I was there. My heart literally melted, and I decided at that point that I’m probably the luckiest person on this planet.

At around 6 something, after the most exciting and stressful 12 hours of my life, we had the choice of spending another night in the tiny cute little room, or leaving on a quest for a tro tro. Keep in mind, it was Christmas, it was dark outside and we were very tired and very unsure about whether there even was a tro tro going to Accra at that time. After this Stress-mas (ha ha, get it?) I really wanted to sleep in my own bed again, so I was willing to take the risk, and you know what? We were looking for a few minutes and conveniently this tro tro passes us going, get this, straight to tema station which is about exactly where we needed to go. God is so so very good 😀 I got home, I jumped in bed and I didn’t even have the strength to listen to some music before going knock out.

To sum it up, it was one of the most rewarding experiences in my life! I can’t even describe how happy these smiling kids made me feel :’)

*special thanks to Elise and Elin ;)… I stole pretty much all of their pictures xD*

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