Rush Hour!

If I have talked with you personally for over 5 minutes since I have been here with Ghana, there is one topic that I am 100% positive has come up: TRAFFIC!!! Upon my arrival, my brother Michael tried to warn me of how bad traffic is here....let's just say EVERY hour in Accra is rush hour. I spend anywhere from 4-7 hours a day in a car traveling back and forth to school, and praise God we have air condition :). It took me a week to realize that the car would become my second home, so I decided to make the most of the situation and observe as much as possible. And soon afterI got an idea for my next couple of blogs. . . so I invite you to come, take a ride with me and see a little more of Ghana through my eyes.

We have already passed the rain eroded dirt road, once able to allow two cars to pass at once (now only one car can pass at a time), and are on one of the main (paved) roads in the city. We will take a left turn here to pass through the township, Teshie, because it is a short cut. As we pass ahead you will see one representation of how the lower class lives in Ghana.

Yes, those are goats and chickens that you see navigating the streets as if they were human residents. And no rolling up your window won't save your nostrils from the stench that will pass away in about 5 seconds. Just ahead as we inch, literally, our way ahead, you will see a young boy just returning from fetching water, with a bucket full on his head. ::chuckling:: I too was amazed to see the balance of such a young child, knowing that if it were up to me, let's just say some unexpected stranger would get a roadside shower or some car a free rinse. But then there are the many young pupils who are going to school in their uniforms, some brown and orange others khaki and blue. They stand out among the few men and women who standing on their front porch our road, are brushing their teeth or wearing a towel (just out of or heading into the shower). Many other men are walking to their respective work. And the women are preparing all types of food, some for their household and others to sell: boiled eggs, fish, packing bread, among others.

After buying the much needed Daily Graphic newspaper, we head out of our 1.5 mile short cut. Yes you are reading the clock correctly, it has taken us roughly 35 minutes to pass through!!! We'll continue our ride next blog...

This blog is dedicated to the mentors God has blessed me with in my life, I truly believe in listening to the voices of the elders as essential in one's maturation process. While I try to learn from almost everyone I know, these people have shown through their time and presence in my life the love goes beyond familial bond. So shouts out to: Pastors Luther and Robin Moore (my spiritual parents), Pastors Jayson and Mia Sloan, Marcus Ingram, and Shaun and Darlene (Mama D) Starnes! Love you all.