11th June: Ghana DAY SIX - African Raindance


DAY SIX: By Friday, the intense heat had succumbed to a crazy African rainstorm, with murky brown waters spiralling down from the nearby vocational academy up on the hill, and the loudest claps of thunder we're ever likely to hear in our lives. Bipolar in nature, the chaotic personality of this storm was as intense as the sunshine which had greeted us in the first 5 days, though my mood was cheered by the fact one of the teachers, (Osei) who had spent the week outrageously swooning over Sarah (which, in fairness, I didn't mind. If anything, it was a compliment) had slinked off early for the day, finishing work at lunchtime. Though I wasn't bothered by his attempts at flirting, even if they were a tad blatant (asking for her number directly in front of me), he'd now started sending her suggestive WhatsApp messages, telling her how great she is, and asking 'what she was going to give him' before she left, informing her it was his birthday on Saturday. I'd discussed the idea of confronting him about it, but by this point, the head honcho of 'Sleaze-bag FC' had already left and I'd realised we'd never have to see him again. Also, on this day, I finally kept my promise to my favourite child, Eric, who had been asking me time and time again all week, if we could go play Snooker together in the 'Games Room' situated in the nearby shed building. I don't know why, but I had such a natural affinity for Eric, it was a certified bromance. Teaching him how to play - and how to even hold the cue - is a memory which will live with me for a long time, and I'll miss him enormously. On this day, I also taught a class how to write their own short-form autobiographies, and the results were beautiful. 




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