It's December?!

So Today is December 16th.;
It hardly feels like December, first let me say that.

If i was asked to say what month did it feel like, I wouldn't be able to answer that one either..
i think because it doesn't really feel like anything right now.
you get used to, as you're growing up, to judge the month by the weather
but in Ghana, its just frickin hot, frickin hot and frickin hot some more.
its the rain that you use to pinpoint the time of year.
i love the rain.

i have a favourite saying here. people say it all the time. and it makes sense, no matter who you are, as long as you're living in Ghana. That is, enye easy. I love the mixture of twi and english. If you really want to hammer the point home, its enye easy kraaaa. its not easy in the least bit.
as obroni, enye easy, as obibini, enye easy. its not easy for any of us. the sun is merciless...

december is a month of hope for me. it's the closing month of the year, so with great hope, you look forward to the new year, giving thanks that the trials and tribulations of the current yr haven't broken you, but have made you stronger. and you come out as a crystal, looking ahead for more to come.

i am looking forward to what the new year brings. i hope it brings work for me so i can support the people who have brought me through it all. everyday angels. slowly i am sinking into life here as if i was slipping on an old shoe. i love that. because that tells me im adapting. life is becoming normalized for me. change is such an exciting phenomenon. i heard a saying once, and that's that the only constant in life is CHANGE itself.

i am hoping to go visit my "hometown" of toh-kpalime. the place i got my name.
i want to go visit for xmas like everyone else is doing. a break from accra will be good. everyday i have been coming and going to the market, enduring varying disturbances very patiently. but peace is really found once you leave the city. accra is a hustler's town. people can be very aggressive, i find in the city. but i am so lucky to have a cool place to live. actually, the place i live at is called "COOL RUNNING". i love that. i get to see a gorgeous swaying palm tree everytime i pop my head out of my porch in the morning. i get to eat amazing local food at the chop bar right outside of my door.
i get all my kids in the house greeting me as i come in the door, "auntie esenam! auntie esenam!" it warms my heart. and i can help them with their homework or just plainly sit with them.

i was fetching my water this morning and i got quite disturbed. something that's hard for me to face is when people speak the language to me and i tell them i only hear small but they keep on truckin through sentence after sentence. that's what this one guy was doing. and believe me, im not quite in the right mood to be spitting out ewe before 7 am. I told him, menyehsegomo (i don't understand) and he kept on going, and he was sitting with this other guy who i have repeatedly tried to tell that i don't want him disturbing me anymore by coming to my place and trying to speak french with me. anyways. that was frustrating. im trying to learn 2 languages and adding french in there, im getting 3 different languages spoken at me and im expected to know each one!! what?? am i a machine or a human being??

but i don't mind. i don't mind certain people anymore. i find my paths to take where i will have the least amount of disturbances and frustrations. sometimes that means taking the long route somewhere, but i have no problem with that.

on the up side, this morning i lifted my bucket to my head to carry it, might i mention, they were doing the national identity cards near my house, so there was a huge cue of ghanaians watching me fetch my water to the house,which made me spill more, just knowing a thousand eyes were on my back.... so as im struggling to carry my bucket to my head, but towel to cushion the bucket fell and no one noticed so im kind of shifting my weight from one foot to another wondering how i can use my psychic powers to command it to return from where it fell when someone saw and called a guy to pick it off the ground. both my hands were busy, so he graciously took it from the ground, dusted it off and placed it under my bucket. that was a rose moment.

as i was on my way here to the market, i was thinking: the big things are the small things and the small things are the big things. think about it. and have yourself a nice day.