Seventh Day in Ghana

Jesus Christ, an advenure. From Accra to Kokrobite, to Cape Coast and Elmina and Kakum National Park. Hiking and making flubbing mistakes.
Meeting highly opinionated anti-American tourists. The woman called "your people" ignorant, naiive, short-sighted.
She was an awful woman.
The locals who call us Obruni.
Barbara and her children, Amy and Jeremiah. And David, the local Rasta man from Nigeria.
And the volunteers from everywhere.
Christ, an adventure. Broken down buses, buses always late, trying to navigate the local transportation, paying money that caused the awful Australian woman to call me a fool.
Swimming in Atlantic. The full moon so bright behind the cloudy sky. The moon so bright.
The heat, my God, the heat. Sweat pouring everywhere always. Sweat pouring like I've never thought it could pour, literally pour.
Barbara and her beautiful kids. The little boy Jeremiah. They live in a ... I can't describe the houses here. They are mud houses. They are sticks with palm leaves as roofs. They are small stone one room houses. The smell of sewage. The goats and chickens and children running amuck.
And every single Obruni I've met has a very opinionated answer to Africa's problems.
I am tired of hearing of white people who think they have all the answers.
I prefer to spend my time with David and Barbara, the local villagers who have nothing and who (which none of the other tourists can believe) have asked me for nothing. They haven't asked me for a cent.
Which made me buy a few bags of groceries.
The popular sentiment of today: handouts are useless, they help no one. The person is the same tomorrow. Billions of dollars of aid has gone to Africa and it hasn't done anything good. What they need is education, what they need is empowerment.
What Jeremiah looked like he needed was a big meal.
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I sleep in a hut and my showers are with buckets of cool water. The toilet ... wow, the toilet. At least there's a seat cover.
The food spicy and good.
The roosters wake me up at 3:30 am.
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I thought that since Ghana is the model of African Union's push to stabilize the continent, that it meant there was at the very least running water and food for everyone who lives here.
I was wrong.