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Africa: Day 7 & 8

8/18/2013

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Please excuse grammar, spelling, etc.

Day 7

Our driver picked us up at 9 (the same one we had on day 4). My dad had a few things he needed to pick up before we headed to the airport. 
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Other things of note. People waiting for a bus stand randomly along the road. There are no bus stops (as far as I can tell). When a bus (van) approaches, they motion that they are waiting for a ride. The vans are usually filled to capacity and beyond. Everyone has a mobile phone. 
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We have been to Accra Mall three times now. Store security wanted to take my bag. I wasn't comfortable with that, so I wait for my dad and our driver on a bench outside the store.

My sister and her family arrived at 11:30. Thinking they would take awhile at the airport we came back to the house in East Legon to wait.

When we arrived at the airport shortly after 12 they were already outside. The girls ran to me. It was nice to get hugs for Livia and Laurel.

I went back to the house with Qwami (sp) the driver, my sister and the kids. My dad and Adam waited for my dads friend Francis to arrive with his truck. 

Francis had to go back to work, so he took Adam and my dad along with the  luggage to the house in New Jerusalem. The rest of us waited at the house in East Legon. Traffic was heavier than before so it took awhile for the round trip. The kids played in the backyard and I finished my book.

After about an hour of waiting my sister, the kids, and I went to the Golden Tulip for lunch. This time I had an appetite so was able to eat more food. We decided on the buffet.

We finished lunch just as my dad and Adam arrived. They ate while we went to a park on the grounds. I hadn't noticed it before, but the kids sure did.

My sister wasn't feeling well, so she went in to be out of the sun. She later got sick. By this time Moris arrived and we were off to the house in New Jerusalem. Qwami (the driver), my dad, Livia, Liam, and I went in one car. Moris, Adam, Ivy, and Laurel in the other. 

It was a long ride. Traffic was still heavy. I told Livia she would fall asleep. She didn't believe me.

At one point I asked Liam if he was tired. He said no. 10 minutes later he was asleep. Livia also succumb to sleep, but not without a fight. She laid on my lap. Closed her eyes. Opened her eyes two minutes later, smiled, and sat up. A few minutes later she was back on my lap. We arrived at the house about 10 minutes later.

A short time after we arrived my uncle Emmanuel (Kofi) and his wife Saviour (my moms side) stopped by the house.
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The buzzing is gone! Some men came today while we were gone and worked on the power.
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All are asleep save one.  I am listening to Q: The Podcast. I brought Jian Ghomeshi with me.

Day 8

4:30 wake up call from Laurel. She opened the door to my room (Livia and I are roommates tonight). I invited her in. She came and jumped into bed with us. I told her to go back to sleep. Laurel rolled around for a bit (I'm not sure how long). Livia had enough and went to Liam's room (Laurel and Liam were sharing a room). Laurel then got up and went to her parents room. I fell back asleep until 9 or so. But not without being woken up a few times by the kids making noise in the kitchen/living room. 
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I went for a walk with Adam, Liv, and Laurel. We stopped and looked at a church. Then on our way back two woman were sitting by a stand selling food. One of them was very excited to see the girls and came and shook our hands. She asked where we were from, we said Canada. Then told her we were just on a walk. She asked who my father was. I said 'Christian Dz..'  She got very excited and hugged me. I asked her name. Deborah (sp?). Then she proceeded to fill two bags full of potatoes, oranges, plantain, and a few other things, gave the bags to Adam and told me to tell my dad she would stop by later in the evening. "Is your dad going to be ok with this?", Adam whispered. We told her we did not have money, she told us not to worry about it.

We went on our way. Not five minutes after we got back, Deborah and the other woman were at the gate. I guess she could not wait until evening.

My dad met Deborah last year. She immediately knew the relation as she says we look a lot alike.

My cousin Rita is here. My sister and her are cooking. 
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I went for a nap at either 1:30 or 2:30 and woke up at 5:30. I am hungry.

Rita is still in the kitchen cooking. The kids are outside. 
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Two more guests came over. Colins and Bright (male). They are cousins as well. (They came over yesterday morning with my uncle Emmanuel. We were headed to Accra to pick up my sister. It happened so fast. I don't even remember the meeting).  One is in electrician school, the other is in school for visual arts. Tomorrow my sister and her family are going to their house to visit.  I might go a funeral with my dad.
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The kids are wiped. They have been going, going, going since 6 or 7 this morning. 
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A house down the road is lit within and music flowing out.
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