Another long one…so I am again dividing this post into a couple or sections because while 6 hours of is was on a bus ride back to Accra – there was also an unexpected, wonderful visit to the patient shelter that deserves it own space & an update on the humanitarian work 😊
The Morning I had a good nights sleep & woke
up about 7 am & spent an hour packing before going to breakfast at about
8:15. It was the same breakfast, but they also served us ICE CREAM CUPS. Mind
you there are no dairy products in Ghana I am told no cows I guess??? so it
was soy-based ice cream, but it was yummy. My theory is that Op Smile paid for
it for dessert last night at the party & they forgot to serve it, so we got
it this morning – either way I took it as a win! Op Smile Ghana also had scrubs
for us as a gift & Abi & I went to pick those up after breakfast. I
asked her if I could talk to her for a minute & gave her my last 500 Cedi
that I had personally exchanged at the airport when I landed & told her I
wanted her to use it to buy Nana her son a nice 1st Birthday present
on his birthday Sept 3rd or get something they both needed. She was
grateful & said I would be his” honorary granny” and she would video call me
on his birthday. Her parents live about 8 hours from where she is in Accra
& she is working on getting her mom to come live with her for a year to
care for Nana before he can go into childcare. I went back to finish packing
and it was much easier to close my carry on suitcase then it was on the way
here because there were things I used, ate or gave away that provided me with
added space – I am bringing back some delicious plantain chips that Beatrice made
& gave me with a little note. I
still had about 45 min of packing to do but several Whatsapp messages were
coming thru about people going to the hospital to check on yesterday’s patients
& also going to the shelter. I really wanted to go see the shelter as I
missed going there on Sunday when I went to church & then became busy in meetings to determine the needs here and planning with Salam. I just wasn’t sure when they would get back & if I would
have time to finish packing. I texted Princess separately & she said she
thought I could do both & have time to pack so I asked her to hold the bus
for me & ran up to the front where it was parked to leave. Everyone got off at the hospital except
Cherish, me and the 3 USA students.
THE SHELTER I have been to shelters on other missions
it is always a very humbling experience that all of these moms & children
are staying in brick buildings and sleeping on very thin floor mats. I assume that maybe their normal
living environment which is always simply difficult to see. The drive to the
shelter was longer than I expected, about 30 min on a dirt road that of course
had hundreds of potholes. The 2nd “road pathway” to the shelter was being dug up
& worked on so we couldn’t drive the bus on it & walked about 200-300 yards
to the shelter. I am told it was actually a church & school, but I imagine
OSI was “using or renting it” for these 2 weeks. As we approached their living quarters which was
next to a covered “pavilion” and we were about 50 feet away suddenly ALL of the mothers and patients from the
entire week came out waving white or colorful towels, walking towards us &
singing this beautiful song of gratitude to us – just the 5 of us…I was immediately
overwhelmed & am again as I type this. They continued to sing, surrounded
us and wanted to hug us. My heart was so touched & my tears were free
flowing. There was an older woman
leading the singing & clearly the “matriarch” of the shelter – she spoke
only Twi & some of the patient advocates who go into small villages to find
patients were also there & one of them spoke English & led us into the pavilion
where they had some plastic chairs set up. In the pavilion they continued to
sing & dance in a circle around the perimeter and around us until we joined
them. We were handed patients by the moms or patients came up to us to hold their hand or hold them as we danced. The “matriarch” gave a beautiful speech
that was not translated but understood by the heart. A few of the moms also
spoke in English simply expressing gratitude and praising God for bringing the team
to Ho to help their children. One of the advocates who seemed to be in charge
asked if we wanted to speak & all 5 of us said a few words while he translated
for us. I simply told them that "I knew God had sent me to Ghana for them and
their children and for other purposes. I also told them I was a better person
for having been with them the past 2 weeks. I said they were amazing mothers, daughters,
grandmothers and women who reflected a mother’s sacrifice and love for all to
see and that I wound remember them & perhaps would return to Ghana someday".
While we were there and afterwards many of the mothers and children who
remembered each of us came to us individually to take photos with them. (LOTS
of group photos remember I said they ALL love to be in pictures…) .My new friend
Kofi a patient advocate, was there and told me he was going to church this week
& taking his 4 boys. Another advocate Jonathan who I remember slightly came
to me & thanked me for coming to Ghana & then spoke a beautiful prayer
over me and my family for generations to come for the lives I changed in Ghana.
He was so tender-hearted. He also asked for my contact & we took a photo. Those
moments with him & this entire experience were truly spiritual to my core.
I had heard of the mothers doing something like this in the Congo on missions &
even seen a video or two maybe a decade ago but I was not even thinking abut
that today I was just going to “see the shelter”. What a “GIFT” that was to
receive from them as I leave Ghana. I will never forget it.
FINAL PACKING & DRIVE TO ACCRA: After leaving the
shelter we picked up the team that was at the hospital & returned to the
hotel at 12:30 the same time the bus was to leave. Fortunately, we were on Ghana
time & they were sending the bus to get food for the drive & we would then
leave – translated they said we had 30 minutes & bring our suitcases up. While
packing Salam was texting me (next section) and I rushed to get myself organized
& called to see if someone from the office could help me with my bags. The
housekeeper was outside my room waiting to clean it – I apologized that I was late
& told her I left some items in the room for her as a thank you (snacks,
travel toiletries and a little money). Later I realized I also left her my silk
pillowcase I forgot to take off the pillow in my rush to pack -I hope she took
it & enjoys it 😊We ended up leaving at 1:30pm in the small “school
transport bus” we had been using in town all week. They Tetris stacked all the luggage
in the last 2 rows of seats & we all piled in there was a single seat on
one side, a double seat on the other side & a fold out “jump seat” in between.
There were 22 of us to go & 20 seats. They made a makeshift seat for 2 by
the driver on someone’s luggage. We were
cozy in there…I suggested we pray we get to Accra safely & there were
resounding AMENS!!!! Now the question was how long it would take us to get there
I heard times ranging from 3 hours (optimistic) to 6 hours (realistic) According to Apple
maps if you were on a “good road” it should be 3 ½ hours. But we were on far
from good roads, dirt roads with a zillion potholes to avoid & traffic
without lanes or rules of driving. In hindsight I should have prayed we got
there safely & swiftly!!! After about 90 min we were back crossing the
Adomi bridge & as soon as we got in that village traffic was stopped &
our lil bus & all cars were surrounded by at least 40 people men & women
at every window trying to sell us stuff – mostly food items. It was hard to
watch & we were told not to make eye contact or they would think we were interested
but these were people and I did smile at them for the 15 min we were totally
stopped there. I realized they are all just trying to survive. That happened
every time we were stopped in traffic in a small villages for the next several
hours. You need to imagine a dirt road & as you face the direction you are
going there are no lanes but perhaps 4 cars would fit across the entire road & instead
there are 6 cars (or more) 3 in each direction and not necessarily in any orderly fashion
so 2 “lanes” going north, 2 going south & if one direction was bottlenecked & slower then there may be 2 other
rows going that direction a bit more “off the dirt road”. Basically, everyone competing
for space on the road, honking & cutting in. This apparently is an everyday
“normal”. Fortunately, I had 3 hours on podcasts already downloaded on my phone
& a battery charger so that occupied some of my time on the drive. We
finally arrived at the hotel at 8 pm (same one we were at on the 1st
night). We were all tired & sweaty 6 & ½ hours later, went to our
rooms, I took a quick shower, said some
hallway goodbyes, quickly rearranged by luggage, blogged for Thursday and went
to bed still completely both AMAZED and OVERWELMED at what the last 12 days had
included.