Saturday, March 10, 2012
Wow, this has been exactly as I had expected and hoped
for. As wonderful as the entire
experience has been for my father and I, there have still been many exciting
surprises at every corner that just add to the comedic value. The only negative thing for all of you is the
fact that without Jenny with me on this trip, by the time I retire to the hotel
for the evening, I am so exhausted I don’t take the time necessary to collect
my thoughts for the day. (Thus no Blog entry last night…) sorry!
I will try to recount the day. Our flight left Boise at 10:40am and we flew
to Denver. It was awesome because both
of us had a seat of our own with an empty one next to us. So it was soo comfortable on that
flight. After a very short layover, we
flew to Washington DC, and that flight was exactly the same. I was able to sprawl out and enjoy the whole
flight. We had close to a five hour
layover there and I was talking to my father about how much I loved these last
two flights and that flying like this will make the 12-13 hour leg to Accra
seem very nice. I almost even called our
Travel agent from DC to thank her for the perfect seating placement. When we finally boarded the 757 to Accra, I
worked my way to the back of the place and noticed the on the middle (Three
seat row) I had the very middle seat. I
also sat right between two very huge and smelly men. It was soooo tight and I couldn’t even take
a deep breath without rubbing next to them. (And that was something that with
my OCD about cleanliness would not ever allow.)
So I just dropped a sleeping pill and prayed to the Gods of the friendly
skies that I would fall asleep and it would be over quickly and that I could
find my own little happy place. Well
thank goodness for small favors; I closed my eyes just long enough to hear the
captain announce the descent over the intercom. I don’t remember a thing about the flight
and that is just what I was hoping for.
When we landed in Accra, I looked forward and saw my Dad waiting at the
front of the plane. It was enjoyable and
maybe a little entertaining to see the nervousness and apprehension in his eyes
that I felt just five short months ago the first time we flew into Africa. As usual we walked down the ramp and felt
the totally encompassing heat and humidity that would usually stifle an
American’s breathing and would make them wish for an air conditioner. I have to admit that for me (at least for a
few minutes) it was like a warm hug from my sweet Ghanaian land. I could almost hear the whisper “AKWAABA”
from the coastal breeze.
Ok, it was still hot and had an unpleasant smell to the air,
but knowing the purpose for this trip really outweighed having to deal with the
inconveniences of the temperature. (The
end, truly justifies the means.) When we got off the plane I remember the
mistakes I made last time that turned out to be a little costly. We went through immigration without a hitch
and then went and picked up our luggage.
I remember how annoying all the guys were that wanted to take my luggage
and then expect a sizable tip for the service.
I ran over and grabbed two of the free carts and brought them to the
luggage belt. As our luggage came Off I
grabbed them and we headed for Customs.
As we walked up to the very cute and nice Ghanaian customs agent, she
asked me the purpose for our travels. I
said that we are picking up two children we adopted from an orphanage. She asked me from where, and I told her that
the name was GMI in Teshie. She gave me
a warm smile and said Welcome to the country and checked us in and didn’t even
look in our baggage. As we walked
through the crowd of people wanting to take our baggage we just walked through
like we knew what we were doing. Why not,
this is my second time here, I should be an expert by now, right? As we got out side I realized that I never
saw a sign saying AAI or Seables. I
didn’t wait for more than five minutes and I saw some missionaries who lent me
their phone. I called Job and told him
that if he knew of anyone coming to tell them we were on our way. I grabbed a taxi and we headed for our hotel
at “First Junction” Teshie. Within 45
minutes we were at the hotel and found John (Black) and Job there waiting for
us. It was great to get out of the cab and get a big hug from two of my
Ghanaian friends welcoming us back to their county. A few minutes later we were in our rooms and
the AC was fully cranked. Wow, what a
wonderful feeling. We quickly put our
suitcases in our respective rooms and walked over to see the kids. This time we were a little better
prepared. I handed my camera to John and
he filmed us as we walked in. It was
such a great feeling to walk into the courtyard of the orphanage and see my
kids come running up to me and wrap their little arms around my neck and just
freeze as they stood there and took in the moment. I really am unable to put to words all the
feelings and emotions I was experiencing as we just stood there and enjoyed the
experience. Delight was so sweet as
always and courage was so happy and both just quietly hugged me and told me
thank you for coming back. Then after a
short reunion I whispered, do you want to meet Grandpa? They both looked up at him and went and gave
him a huge hug. It was so great, to see
them immediately bond with him and love him unconditionally. I was reminded about the true, sincere love
that these kids had for anyone who can love them back. The evening went so good. No drama and no problems.
The kids were wonderful and were so
sweet. We walked into the orphanage and
saw the remainder of the kids. The first
thing I noticed was that there was only a small portion of the kids that were
here last visit. As I saw the ones I did
remember it was neat to see the expressions on their face as I called each of
them by name. I looked and saw Little
Richard, Believe, Daniel, Jawphett,
Dejaneu, and many others. It was
wonderful to see them. As we stood in a
circle hugging and smiling and laughing, I notice that in a short time Daniel
brought us several chairs to sit on and the orphans were sitting on the little
concrete curbing that surrounded the Mango tree in the middle of the
courtyard. They were all very pensive,
quiet, and a few had teary eyes. I whispered
to Delight and asked her why they were so sad, and she just looked up at me
with a look like, “are you really that dense?”
She didn’t need to put it to words.
The kids were showing to me, the longing and hurt they feel when they
see a family united. Even though these
kids have nothing, the only thing they want for in life is a mother and a
father. (Sisters and brothers would be a close second. Ha ha ha) we really enjoyed sitting together and
talking with the kids but my heart was braking to see the others just sit and
watch us. The thought that kept coming to my mind was, “How many times did
Courage and Delight have to sit and witness this same thing?” I did
try to call each of them up one at a time and hug them and tell them that I
missed them, but that really isn’t what this reunion was all about. I walked over to John (Black) and gave him a
really big hug, and thanked him for his ministry with these kids. I noted to him, that there were a lot fewer
kids here than there were last time. He
just quietly smiled and looked at the remained kids. I asked him if that truth was both a happy
and a sad one. He once again just
smiled. He loves these kids so much and
truly gets what this is all about. What
a great example of Christ. I love this
man!
After a short while I grabbed our friend Richard (Big Richard)
and we and the kids went to the “Ultimate restaurant”. As usual the kids ate Fried chicken and fried
rice. I ordered some fried noodles,
vegetables and chicken. It was very
good. When the waitress brought out
courage his Fanta Orange, I made the teasing comment to him not to drink it in
one gulp. Well, I realized that I
shouldn’t have said that because half way through dinner I noticed that his
bottle was still mostly full. I had
embarrassed him and I feel badly about that.
It was just so cute to see him chuggle-ug that soda last time. We had a terrific dinner and then returned to
the hotel. It was late and we were very
tired so I didn’t write last night and just brushed my teeth and went to bed.
Today,
We got up and showered and walked down to the corner and
bought some of those good fried Doughnuts that I loved so much the last
trip. We then took a taxi (Devine) to
Accra so Dad could see the market. It
was loud and crazy just like I remembered last time. We bought all the souvenirs last time that I
could possibly want so we mostly just walked around and argued with a few of
the pushy street venders. I bought a few
trinkets and a bag for jenny and then we headed to the “Next Door” restaurant
for lunch. We even took Devine (our taxi
driver and friend). I of course had the
Red-red beans and red snapper and fried plantains. It was wonderful and I gobbled up every last
bite. I was finally home and loved it to
pieces. This meal was the ribbon and bow
on the package. I do hope that someday
I can find a recipe for Red-red so I could make it at home. We stayed a couple hours there and came back
to the hotel. I dropped the two kids off
with Grandpa and Job and I walked to first junction to find a friend of a guy
we met on the cruise so we could deliver a gift to him. He was very nice and appreciative of our
gesture. We walked back to the hotel and
when we felt the AC it was like manta from heaven. We all four just crashed on the bed and feel
into a deep REM sleep. Four hours later,
we are now waking up and are planning to walk back to the orphanage to bring
some gifts. I am excited for that. I will upload the last two posts to the blog
and will try to write something each night.