Peace on Earth

THE WISE STILL SEEK HIM

May God Bless You & Grant You Peace, Health & Prosperity in the Coming New Year.

---- Susan

Ghana Again – Oct 10-Nov 2, 2008

It was a pleasure for me to be back again in Atorkor. Once again the hospitality & courtesy was wonderful. It felt very good to see some familiar faces and to be greeted warmly.

October 13, 2008

I arrived in the village and settled into the palace. I met with Seth Kodowu and discussed plans for me walk about the village to assess for prevalence of areas of open urination & defecation and rubbish dumping. After gathering my facts and seeing the situation first hand, the plan was for me to go into the school and the community to reinforce teaching on handwashing, hygiene and sanitation issues.

October 14^th, 2008

A meeting of the village committee was held at the Residence and I was able to participate.

In attendance were: Seth Kodowu, Comfort Afornorpe, Steven K. Tettey, Assemblyman Mikail Kemevor, Godwin Adjorlolo, Manash Anaglo, Ebeneazor Yao, Justine Kudese

The following issues were identified as needing to be addressed:

1. Proper refuse disposal
   
2. Lack of toilet facilities
   
3. Stray animals – there is a law but it is not currently being enforced
   

   (right now, the issue of "stray" children defecating & urinating freely is a bigger issue)
   

4. Well located near Danida latrine (on lagoon side) – are people still using the water, is it OK to use for wash water? Danida was under the impression that well is no longer is use but it is. Suggestions included having the well tested after the latrines are commissioned and in use. If water is deemed unsafe, it can be officially ordered closed by the Water & Sanitation authorities.
   
5. Well water use for drinking & cooking – should use of tap water be encouraged and is availability adequate?
   

October 15^th, 2008

Seth walked about part of the village with me and we both observed areas of environmental degradation due to inappropriate refuse dumping and public defecation/urination. Later, Paul Anthonio and I went for a walk. We went down towards the lagoon where I saw ground that was obviously used for defecation and littered with rubbish that was not far from family's residences and cooking areas. We saw children playing in the wooded area by the lagoon with no concern for their playmates who stopped to urinate or defecate and then continued to play in the same area that they had soiled in. I saw one little boy pick up some paper which looked to have already been used for the same purpose, to wipe himself after defecation. We also saw a number of children who did not appear to be in school yet were old enough to attend. It was on this walk that I met a young boy about 11 years old, named Atsu, who greeted me very politely. It was apparent that he was not in school. He was thin but had muscle development in his arms and chest that indicate that he was accustomed to strenuous physical labor. He indicated that his family are traders who spend time between here and Nigeria (although he is Ewe) and that his schooling has not been maintained. He was unable to tell me for certain what grade he should be in. Paul informed me that this is not unusual, even sometimes children are moving about and living with people who are not their parents for the purpose of providing physical labor. It sounds as if slavery in the Volta Region is still in practice. These children are lost in the cracks of society. It is very unfortunate. We went to speak with his mother to see why the boy, and his twin are not in school.

She greeted us warmly and did not appear upset at my concerns. She was pleased when I told her that her son struck me as being very polite and proper (which he was). I tried to encourage her to send him to school. I told her that times are changing and the world is not the same as when we were young. At one time, it was enough to be a fisherman or a trader but now more is needed to get by. I told her that her son needs an education or he will find himself left behind by the rest of the world. I suggested that with education perhaps he could even excel – he could be a doctor, a lawyer or even president! But without education, he could not be any of these things. I could tell she liked that – so much so that when we were joined by her senior mother, she was eagerly repeating what I had said. I asked Paul to followup on the situation and that I would speak with Madam Beaulah to see what it would take to get Atsu & his twin, Etsey , enrolled in school – if not this term perhaps by next. I know, I know, I am not here to help any one individual but I could not let this go by. The twin's mother stated she was relocating them to Aflau and they would attend school there. Inasmuch as it was made clear that there was interest in sponsoring these boys to go to school in the village, I cannot help but be suspicious.

October 16^th, 2008

I went to see Dr. Atsu at the Offices of the Health Directorate in Keta. He was cordial and showed interest in the teaching/visual aids I had brought to assist me in my interactions with the school children. Our talk was helpful as he was able to give me perspectives on how to communicate with the children in order to get the right message across.

After leaving the Health Directorate, I went to the District Assembly in search of the Zoom Lion office. I was not successful in getting to see anyone at that time, but as I was leaving, Ms. Nancy DeSouza of GES stopped me. I ended up being introduced to Mrs. Freda Koasi, Municipal Director of Education, Keta District. She did not initially seem pleased to meet me but I was able to warm her up a little bit when she realized that I was aware of Ghana's handwashing initiative in the schools. I had to make it clear that I was aware of and respectful of the efforts already in place. Afterwards, they insisted on taking me to the DCE's office to present me. He was not in on that day, so I was introduced to one of his deputies.

October 17, 2008

I spent more time again at the school and around the village, observing and taking some photos. Also ran to Anloga (I take the trotro's alone now) to purchase some printer paper & pick up a few things.

October 18 & 19, 2008

Emmanuel came late that Saturday afternoon & stayed over until Sunday. He met with the microfinance group and we took a picture to send Samantha along with the reports. Sunday he was to meet with the nurse, Annette, but that was put off as there was a bit of an emergency when the other volunteer, Carrie, found a young woman who was literally dying on the roadside near the clinic. We took off to address that and when we returned, Emmanuel had left.

October 20^th - 28th, 2008

I was given a schedule by Madam Beaulah to go into the individual classrooms. The younger grades were more difficult for me due to the language barriers. KG-1 has 96 children in one class, it is very difficult to achieve much learning with so many. I tried to interact with them directly, asking some children "En Kodi?" but I had difficulty understanding the answer. It seemed as if the children were giving me multiple answers. It was later from the Headmistress that I learned that many of the children do not even know their own proper names as at home they are often called something different. When they are enrolled in school, the names the parents register them under are not familiar to the children so when the teacher calls the roll, the children do not answer. Sometimes they have to get parents to actually come in to identify the children. This is something which needs to be addressed. There is such poor record keeping, no centralized birth registration and immunization cards do get lost. I have met too many children who could barely tell you their age, much less their date of birth. Madam Beaulah & I were discussing ways of increasing the children's awareness of these things, perhaps by making mention to wish children a Happy Birthday by the month at assembly or in class. Maybe on the first of the month, all children born in that month could be asked to raise their hands and the others could clap or "shine" for them. A very simple, NO cost idea that would serve the purpose. Lest you think ill of the educators for not having addressed these things already, I understand what it is to be overburdened by the immediate tasks at hand with limited resources. It is very easy for someone like me to come in from the outside with ideas. That's one of the things that makes volunteering important, having the chance to do that and actually make a difference.

I visited every class to talk about the importance of handwashing after toilet and before eating. Further, I talked with the children about the risk of disease associated with open defecation and urination. I encouraged them to use proper toilet facilities and that the older children have a responsibility to set a good example for the younger ones. I told them how I have seen children squatting to urinate or defecate just a few feet away from each other and then continue to play in the same area. This not hygienic or safe. It only takes one sick person to start an epidemic. In Africa and Asia, THOUSANDS of children die each and every day due to illnesses related to water and hygiene issues. This particular statement never failed to elicit some reaction when I used it in the upper grades & the JHS. That information combined with the knowledge that the little one mimic their behaviors served to reinforce for the older children that the example they set is important and could even save a life. Some of these children have already seen younger siblings sicken and die. Now they have a little power to do something that might prevent that.

I tried to impart that proper hygiene and sanitation are very important to keep a community healthy. Based on the amount of open defecation and urination I saw, I initially thought there were almost no latrines in the village. I told them that Atorkor is special to me so it bothers me when I see people who are passing through stop to use the village as an open toilet and trash dump.

There are some very bright students at Atorkor L/A Basic School. However, they need much support and encouragement to do well. Too many of them have no place to do homework, much less someone at home asking them what they learned in school. I would see some children at the side of the road near the chemist doing homework by the light of the shop or the lamp on the seller's cart. More often, I would see children on the road selling fruits and such from platters on their heads. As the library is set up and made more available to them, I hope they are able to take the time to read more. Reading is the best and easiest way to acquire English fluency, improve writing ability and to open up a whole new world. Madam Beulah and I were discussing this issue and we had the idea to adjust one of the teacher's hours so that she could keep the library open after school. Mrs. Georgina Patamia enthusiastically agreed to take it on. This should have been implemented by now.

On Sunday, 10/26, Emmanuel returned to the village again and was able to meet with the nurse Annette. We discussed the current practice of medical waste disposal. I expressed concerns about the lack of a proper method for disposal. It was agreed that to contact the Health Directorate in Keta to see what their policy for waste disposal is and if need be, an incinerator would be built behind the clinic. I suggested to Annette that in the meantime even using a metal drum to burn in would still be preferable to the current practice. Emmanuel stayed overnight for the purpose of having a presentation on Monday morning of the donated books and equipment from New Jersey. We took pictures which I was able to download with my laptop onto his USB drive so he could include it in his communication with Dr. Atsu-Swanzy. The poster paper I had provided the school was put to good use. The photo says it all.

I spent the remainder of the day preparing for my final presentation to the village. I had hoped to go out into the community to do a small sample survey of some households so as to get a better idea of how they view the current sanitation issues. Alberta Adjorlolo was to assist me in communicating with the villagers. However, I was running out of time and energy. When she came to the residence, I explained that I did not think I would be able to perform this task and apologized for taking away her time. Miss Alberta most graciously offered to take the task from me and with the help of her brother, Salem, she was able to perform a small sample survey regarding the hygiene /sanitation issues. The responses were honest as several responses included stating that they tell their children to "just go anywhere", to "go by the lagoon" or the "rubbish dump." 60% of those polled indicated that they or someone in their household has had nausea, vomiting or diarrhea in the past 3 months. Less than 3% reported any respiratory illness for the same period. 75% of those polled indicated a willingness to work with their neighbors to find a solution to the lack of latrines in the community. Miss Alberta was able to interview a dozen households in one afternoon and stated that out of those she spoke with, only one elderly woman refused to participate. In addition to gathering information, Miss Alberta used the opportunity to help reinforce the importance of proper toileting behaviors and hand hygiene to prevent illness. I wish I had been able to meet her earlier on in my stay as her assistance would have been most valuable. Now I know I have someone who is most willing to be of assistance to her community that I can call upon in the future.

ON the following day, Tuesday, the school had a ceremony attended by the Municipal Chief Executive, Hon. Edward Kofi Ahiabor. Following that event, before everyone dispersed, I was given opportunity (mandate?) to address those parents and adults assembled there to tell them of my observations and of the interactions I had with their children. Seth translated for me as I expressed my concerns regarding the health issues related to poor sanitation and open toileting. I had a jagged open can which I had just stepped on as I was walking back to the school. I showed this to the parents as an example of the danger of indiscriminate rubbish disposal. I had shoes on but what if one of their barefoot children had stepped on this in the sand? Or on one of the several razor blades I had come across while walking in the sand throughout the village? I invited them to come to the meeting place by the large tree on Dufia Street that evening for a slide show presentation showing them some of what saw and experienced this past week. Seth provided translation for me and it seemed that the message was well received.

That evening at dusk, Paul had set up the power point projecter using one of the walls of a home facing the meeting place as a screen. I had to pay one of the locals 3 Ghana Cedi to for him to allow us to run electricity from his home. I guess that should take care of part of this month's electric bill. Paul had a soccer video game that he used to entertain the young people as we waited for the adults to assemble. By no means was this a super professional presentation but it served it's purpose. Basically, I showed pictures I had taken in Ashiama and Nime to show examples of what happens to a community that fails to plan for the needs of a growing population. Then I showed some compounds that were well laid out with latrines and clean open areas. Then I showed photos I had taken of areas defiled by rubbish and defecation.

Since I did not want this to be an entirely negative experience, I then switched gears and showed them what I had found at the school and what I did with their children…

After showing some videos of their children in the school and an overview of the teaching materials, I continued with positive reinforcement and showed many pictures of the children which I had prefaced as referring to them as the

"THE WEALTH OF ATORKOR"

[This was taken from a picture I had taken of a T-shirt I had seen near Cape Coast in April of this year. You never know when something can be handy.]

After the slide show, we played a little video I had downloaded from WaterAid.org which they were able to enjoy and learn from. Afterwards, Seth reinforced the message in Ewe and ascertained that they had indeed been able to follow the film's story line without benefit of translation.

In addition to the activities described herein, I also spend time almost everyday at the chemist's shop. It was a great opportunity to interact with people. Sylvestor, the chemist, was always picking my brain for information. We learned much from each other. I know that he will be glad to share much of what we discussed with his customers. Sometimes other people would get involved in our discussions. It also gave me more daily contact with some of the young people. It was not unusual for a small child to approach me with a hand washing or tooth brushing motion to indicate what they have been doing. With the exception of the KG-1 & 2, where I left multiple packs of crayons & paper for their teachers to share out for use in class, I put something into almost every single child's hand – whether it was pens, pencils, soap, toothbrush, toothpaste, rulers or hand sanitizers – everyone got something so they would remember.

That pretty much concluded my activities in the village. On the following day, Prosper came to the village to pick me up to take me to Accra. It was full load as I had 3 travelling companions – Akpene & Bernard were going to Accra and Prince was accompanying me to Kumasi – and not realizing this, although I had communicated with Emmanuel, the driver had brought a friend with him to keep him company on the way down. It was pretty comical. For once I did not argue about being told where to sit as they gave me the front seat. J

It was the closest I ever heard Benard get to making an actual complaint. However, it all worked out well and everyone was able to get where they had to go. Emmanuel dropped me & Prince at the bus station where we then had our luxurious (air conditioned, 1 person per seat) 4 hour bus ride to Kumasi - make that almost 8 hours. We sat in traffic in Accra for >1 hour and then we had to stop because of the torrential rains… I am not complaining. It was all part of the adventure – I am just grateful and glad I had someone to keep me company and watch over me.

I really enjoyed Kumasi. It was different, so different from the village. We went to the Ashante Palace where I was invited to return on Sunday because they were having a festival and I could take a picture with the king. The old man making this request was so insistent that I asked him who he was. He stated that he was the King's Uncle. So again I told him that I was sorry that I could not come back on Sunday but I would be happy to take a picture with him, today. Which he did. Just as I was beginning the Museum tour, Vida called for me to meet her at the hospital. We made plans to meet later as I had already engaged in something based on being told earlier that she would not be available until 3pm. I am so glad that I did that. I enjoyed it very much, especially as it picked up where my tour of El Mina Castle in Cape Coast (last April) had left off. The museum tour was hosted by a young man doing his National Service requirement and his name was Prince. Too funny to see the instant male bonding at work. Haha.

Afterwards, I met Vida at Komfo Anoyke Hospital. She gave me a lab coat to put on – like that's all it would take for me to "blend in." I really appreciated the time she took for me and while she could not answer all of my questions – especially with regards to patient care challenges from a nursing perspective – she made every effort to make my "tour" as informative as possible. I certainly saw things I would not have otherwise. She is a dedicated young woman and I appreciated her taking the time for me. It was heartbreaking to see some of the conditions in the pediatric ward, a newborn with severe deformities whose mother had absconded, people with serious ailments patiently waitng in suboptimal conditions... The shortage of resources forces one to be certain to use them only where they may have a sure benefit. It's a bit different from where I come from. Vida was amazed when I told her that my hospital's mission statement is to "provide compassionate, appropriate care to all regardless of their status or ability to pay." I told her of how we treat foreign patients, legal and illegal, especially in cases of severe, life threatening conditions. Being a dialysis patient in a HHC hospital with no access to care in your homeland is actually likely to give someone opportunity to escape being deported. Quite the opposite of that poor Ghanian woman who was deported from her hospital bed in the UK.

Later that day, I went to the Cultural Center and enjoyed seeing the craftspeople at work. I saw many things I would have liked to purchase. Good thing I was low on funds at that point or I might have had too much to carry home.

We returned to Accra on Friday, not realizing that arrangements had been made for 3 nights in Kumasi. I felt so bad and I apologize for that, but after what the trip up entailed, I didn't want to get stuck travelling ALL day on Saturday when I was flying out Sunday morning. Plus I did want to go about Accra a little and go to the Botanical Gardens at Aburi. It's amazing that the trotro system works as well as it does. I think I was starting to get the hang of it. I was on the trotro to Aburi when a woman handed me a pen I had dropped on the ground outside, so I said "Akpe." Prince nudged me and said "wrong language ." Before he could say anything else, I quickly said "Medase." Everyone laughed, enjoying my effort. I had many teachers throughout Ghana. Once I tried, people were always encouraging me.

In any case, I was grateful that to have someone to keep me company and keep me out of trouble. I like to wander about, seeing things first hand, going into neighborhoods (good & not so good) to see how people live, interacting with shop keepers – I would never have been able to travel so freely if I had been alone. I became pretty accustomed to having a companion/bodyguard during my time in Africa. Even in the village, there was always someone checking up on me – be it Benard, Paul, Seth, somebody was almost always around. I can honestly say I have never felt so well cared for – not even as a child. When I tell this to the people I work with , they are amazed – except for my African coworkers who are quick to assure them that it is true. I now have a new nursing assistant from Nigeria working with me and it seems that he has picked up where Bernard and Prince left off. If I go somewhere and he is with me, I don't carry anything. He is always ready to help me. I love it. I am finally spoiled. :)

back from Africa...

GYE NYAME
"Except for God"
symbol of supremacy of God

Just returned from Ghana last night. Trip was awesome!! I was greeted very warmly by certain people who remembered me from the last trip and that meant more to me than any drum beating dance ceremony. It was like coming home. I think I had a very positive effect upon the community and the school children. Everything I did was fitting in quite well with some of the programs in place and served to reinforce the hygiene/handwashing teaching that had been started by Ghana Education Service in association with UNICEF/Danida/etc. I also brought back pictures and information stats on 5 children who would really benefit from sponsorship. I have been there and seen these kids in their environment. They are real and they do need help. Basically, for $20 a month, the child would recieve a stipend that would allow him or her one meal a day, school supplies (outside of the textbooks provided) and a uniform. Some of them come in practically wearing rags. This village is quite poor and most of the parents are illiterate. The only hope for improving their lot is through the education and support of the children. Some of these kids have no one to support them properly and they have no hope for a different or better future than the life they are already leading. I really hope to get them some sponsors.

All of these children work before and after school, leaving little time for studies. Their parents/guardians cannot understand that the few peswas the children are earning now is costing them their future. They need guidance, education and support to help break the chains of illiteracy and poverty. Please feel free to contact me or go to www.adfatorkor.org for more information.

Back to Africa...

I have returned to Ghana to intiate a plan for improved hand hygiene (as well as personal) in the village - starting with the school in Atorkor. I had brought about 95 lbs of items - toothbrushes, sanitizer, soap, toothpaste, etc. to help reinforce the message - packed into two "Ghana must go" bags. They are lightweight, woven plastic (?) and very strong. An alternative to the standard rolling luggage that takes up 10lbs of your allowed weight.

I just made to the airport in time. After waiting for an inordinate amount of time to be checked in (I was first on line and it was moving slow - why do I feel like I am already there?) - I was informed that I had cut it close. After being checked in I had to drag everything to another spot to have it put on the conveyer. Had I not interupted the young lady at the desk, my bags would still be in JFK waiting. However, she was able to accomodate me and all was well. Even when I was directed to the wrong security gate and had to walk around the entire building to get to the right gate. But once I boarded, all was good. I ended up with a row of 3 seats all to myself. No leaning back in cramped quarters - I was able to spread out and actually lie down. Then I couldn't sleep!! figures.... Oh well, the movies were good and then I rested.

We landed on time (within 20 min of ETA) in Accra. I was greeted on the tarmac by Mr. Kaff. This time there was no confusion, as soon as I stepped off the plane, I looked towards the diplomatic vehicle on the ground and saw him. Kaff was smiling and greeted me warmly, taking me by the shoulders and kissing both cheeks. I was very happy to see him. After being escorted to the VIP lounge, I was able to speak with Togbui who again thanked me for coming to do this project. Everything was "green over green," my luggage collected and we were soon under way.

Kaff brought me to Mahogany Lodge where again I was greeted warmly, "Madam Suzan, it is a pleasure to see you again." I think I am spoiled, but I will work hard later. :) I was given the number to call for my driver, Prosper, and was able to freshen up, use the internet and have breakfast. Silly me, I forgot about "African Time" - if I wanted to be on my way by 11am, I should have told the driver to come by 9 or 10. Oh, well I know now. Unable to get in to the American Embassy - they closed at 12 noon & I arrived @ 12:03. We tried to locate USAID/Ghana's offices without success. However, the program director @ WACIPAC was kind enough to give me a number for an office in Ghana Education Services. I called and spoke to a gentleman named William who agreed to have me come to their offices at 2 or 3 pm. We finally were able to find the office only after going to Immigration Services and waiting for William to come find us and lead the way to GES. It is difficult when everyone uses landmarks instead of proper addresses. I had been told to go to Immigration Services and ask the way to Literacy House. It might have been easier (for me) had I been told that the office was in the Cantonments area on Redgh Road, not far from JJ Rawlings house. But when in Ghana... I am learning again to manage. The one overwhelming fact is that EVERYONE IS SO NICE!!! I cannot say that enough. Hospitality is Number ONE. So, I really have no complaints.

Meeting William Kotei and his coworker, Ms. Ellen G. was most pleasant and productive. Once they realized my plan was not to introduce hand sanitizers as a permanent means of solving the hand hygiene issue (that would be too expensive and not sustainable), they were most interested and were able to offer me some visual aids/posters which they have put into use in the schools. They were proud to show me some stickers that they had produced. All was good and I felt validated and am now sure I am on the right track. I gave Ms. Ellen the one hand sanitizer I had in my purse and left with some helpful information.

The only downside to anything was that upon returning to my room, I rechecked my cases. I had been unable to find a pair of nursing scissors I knew I had placed in at the end of my packing. In addition, 100 toothbrushes and a bag of sanitizer sprays were missing. I can only guess that it happened in transit - it could have happened easily on either end. The one drawback of the lightweight bags is that they don't really lock. I will have to do some extra shopping tomorrow to make up for it.

I was surprised by a visit from my friend Prince who I had worked with on my first trip. We had dinner and I was able to bounce my ideas off him. His input was of value. The evening was most enjoyable but I was soon ready to call it a night. Tomorrow I shop and proceed to Ho.

Atorkor health project

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I have written a proposal in an attempt to obtain funds to continue the work of ADF in the village of Atorkor. I am planning to return to Ghana in October to work with the community health nurse. We want to go into the schools to do health teaching and disease prevention. Basic issues related to hygiene are not something which can be taken for granted. When clean, running water is not readily available as it is here in the USA, simple things like washing your hands after toileting or washing vegetables before consumption are not so simple anymore. It is important to note that the current life expectancy in the region is 57 years and that one out of nine children die before age 5 - often due to preventable disease. Sustainable change must come from within the community. Therefore, teaching the children and incorporating a greater awareness of the need for disease prevention and the knowledge to do something about it are the building blocks for the long term.

It is also important to address availability of health care. Currently there is one nurse and one health care worker in the clinic, plus a small number of midwives in the area. The Togbui and I have been discussing a plan to subsidize a select number of students who are interested in becoming healthcare professionals. In return for being supported during their studies, they would be obligated to perform community service. This would be a way of empowering people from within the community and provide improved health care services for everyone.

I am also soliciting donations of medical supplies and teaching materials. Comments and suggestions are welcome.

So you want to go to Ghana?

My Atorkor Volunteer Experience

I can only speak from my own experience and hope that it provides you with the information and/or reassurances that you need in order to make the decision that best suits you.

When I first thought of going to Africa as a healthcare volunteer, my family was concerned. This is understandable. You see and hear many negative things on TV and unless you have opportunity to interact with someone from the region, you have nothing to provide balance. I too had concerns, more because I had never done anything like this before and I was worried about being able to make a significant contribution.

Safety - Atorkor is a rural community in southern Ghana. It is pretty quiet and stable. While it is important to be careful when travelling, as you should be wherever you go, I never felt unsafe or threatened. Of course, you should remember that compared to US standards, this is a poor region and one should not be flashy or ostentatious. I did not encounter much begging as compared to other places I have been but it can happen. If so, just politely turn them down and state that you are here to help the entire community, not just one person. I encountered one older gentleman who tried by telling me his "pocket was light." I replied "Well… that's a good thing! It is much too hot to be carrying anything heavy!" He knew that I had deliberately misunderstood him but no one lost face and the interaction ended pleasantly. This however, was an isolated incident – the only one I encountered during my time in the village.

Clothing – Cotton, cotton blends, and more COTTON! You will be miserable in anything else except perhaps for some of the special sports microfibers that are designed to wick perspiration away. I have a peasant blouse that weighs next to nothing but could not wear it for more than 5 minutes – I had not realized that it was 100% polyester. Full T-shirts and tank tops are ok, as are long shorts. (no Daisy Dukes please) Bring a swimsuit (no bikinis) just in case you go somewhere you can go swimming in a pool or salt water – but not the river. You will need long sleeves and pants or skirts for the evening to protect against mosquitos. Pack light, washable items. Please be prepared to handwash your undergarments but for the rest of your clothing there is someone who does the laundry twice a week for a reasonable fee. You don't need a huge wardrobe – bring items that can be washed easily, mixed and matched. Don't forget to bring SUNSCREEN.

Food – Sometimes the food can be spicy or hot – if you like pepper or hot sauce, you will be fine. However, the cook is very good about accommodating the Western palate and it was all good. Love the jaloff rice!! That was my favorite! When you first arrive, avoid salad and make sure all fruit is washed & peeled. I found that after a couple of weeks, salad was ok for me but by then I was more accustomed to the environment. If you have any special needs, just let them know and every effort will be made to accommodate you. They are very concerned about your comfort and well-being. Bringing some granola bars or a box of your favorite cereal is not a bad idea. There are little shops along the main road where you can purchase soft drinks and snacks. Make sure you ask about the policy regarding the bottles – many places don't charge a deposit fee and even if they do, they want the bottle back! I had someone come to the residence seeking their bottles because I had not realized that I was expected to return them.

Water – stick to bottled water for drinking. Tap water in the residence was ok for cooking – I boiled water for tea and coffee with no problem. You may have heard of Guinea worm. Fortunately this is not a problem in this part of Ghana but that does not mean you should not be cautious about the water.

Mosquitos, Malaria & miscellaneous health info – You will need to have your YELLOW FEVER CERTIFICATE to enter Ghana. There are other immunizations that are recommended for travel to developing countries. This is a good time for you to get your immunization records in order – the International Certificate of Vaccination booklet also has pages for current medical history, blood type, eye glass prescription and allergies. Refer to the US State Department's website to check for any travel or safety advisories. Also see the CDC's Travel pages for recommendations regarding vaccinations and meds to carry. You should be able to get most of this through your local Department of Health travel clinics. This is usually more economical than going to a specialist or private travel clinic. Make sure you carry adequate amounts of any required medications and copies of your prescriptions. I also brought Tylenol, Benadryl/allergy meds, Immodium-AD and the recommended antibiotics for Travellor's Diarrhea which fortunately I did not have to use.

Don't forget to bring SUNSCREEN. The more fair you are, the higher the SPF should be. Chances are however, you won't be lying around on the beach getting a tan. The beach at Atorkor is a working beach and you will see the fisherman pulling their nets. It is worth taking an early morning walk to see.

As for the Mosquitos – I was pretty lucky in that I didn't get bit. Usually I am a favorite meal for them. I brought DeepWoods OFF 98% Deet – this comes in a small, convenient travel size container and worked well for me. Unfortunately, Malaria is a major problem in this part of the world. Therefore, you must take prophylactic Malaria medications starting 1 to 2 weeks before you go and continuing for a few weeks after you return. I took the weekly medication (Larium) and did fine . Consult your doctor to see which one is best for you. Again, the CDC has information on malaria and chloroquine resistance that you should read.

Volunteering your services – Depending upon what it is you came here to do, your experience will be unique to you. Age is not a barrier as long as you are reasonably healthy. Maybe you are a nurse and will be doing basic health assessments or teaching. Or you may have construction experience and will be helping to build something. Or perhaps you will be spending time in the school, teaching a craft or conversational English. Whatever it is that you choose to do, ADF will work with you to make it an enjoyable and satisfying experience for all. I have no regrets and thank God that I was able to come here to work with these wonderful people. I made friends and some will be lasting relationships. It was the experience of a lifetime. One which I plan to repeat.

More on My African Adventure – June 2008

I am afraid I was not able to keep up with blogging as I wanted to but I do need to make special mention of all those who helped to make my trip a success.
I had solicited donations of medical supplies and was able to acquire almost $2000 worth. I had 4 large containers full of sterile dressing materials, sutures, wound care items, single use thermometers, stethoscopes, blood pressure meters, a Johnson & Johnson Medical Mission Pack which was full of over the counter meds and more. My friend Frankie Flynn purchased an autoclave/sterilizer which was on the clinic's wish list. My co-workers @ Jacobi Hospital collected $ to purchase a baby scale and make a cash donation. Stephanie Reynolds, NP was most generous and provided me with several useful nursing texts. Ms. Livermore provided a CPR book and instructional DVD. Ms. Hannah Nelson and Mr. Peter Lucey helped make it possible for me to get some additional items. Gregg Tossi deserves special thanks.

In addition to private individuals, several companies played a significant role in providing me with supplies to bring with me. 3M/Littmann Stethoscopes was very generous with providing a good number of quality stethoscopes. 3M Health Care, Nexcare, Medical Indicators, Bayer, Genentech were also generous in providing items for me to take. My apologies to anyone I may have forgotten. Please know that all you did was most appreciated by me as well as by those who were the recipients. The nurse and health care workers were thrilled with everything, especially the stethoscopes. I have always considered my stethoscope to be a personal piece of equipment and part of my uniform, but this idea was foreign to them. They never dreamed of having a quality stethoscope of their own. The healthcare workers appeared to stand taller when they were given their own to keep. The nurse was also very happy with the pocket protector loaded with pens, penlight & bandage scissors. It was nice to be able to do something to foster a sense of importance and ownership in the healthcare workers at the clinic. Shown here is Nurse Suzzy and one of her aides, Eric standing in the entrance to the clinic. I really enjoyed the time spent with them. Eric proclaimed himself to be my "son in Ghana" and would carry my bag whenever we went out into the community. However, I did promise the bag would be left for Joyce, the other healthcare worker, when I left Atokor. It was a Jacobi/NBHN tote bag and they all had their eyes on it.

I have been in communication with my friends in Ghana and ADF. I hope to be able to return in the fall. The nurse and I would like to put together some special educational outreach programs. Possibly something to coincide with the annual beach and community clean up day in late September. In the meantime, I would invite anyone reading this and interested in learning more to visit ADF's website at www.adfatorkor.org. ADF's focus on providing a solid infrastructure for the village to develop and progress. This includes a strong emphasis on healthcare and education. There is so much work to do and every little bit helps.

Finally in Ghana

March 25, 2008

Well , this is actually day 2 in Ghana and everything has been pretty amazing. The flight over was pretty good. I ended up switching to the aisle seat with my seatmate as she was trying desparately to sleep but could not get comfortable – she needed her rest more than I as she was traveling for a funeral. When I finally settled down for a nap, the lights in the cabin came back up and an announcement was made - "is there a doctor on board? Will anyone with medical experience please come to the back of the plane." I responded but there were 2 doctors and a nurse already involved, so I ended up hanging out in the rear galley talking with a young man who was enroute to Liberia for a charitable mission working in an orphanage and enjoying the "war stories" of a veteran airline stewardess who had definitely "been there and done that." So much for sleep – the adrenaline surge took care of that.

In the morning we deplaned directly onto the tarmac via huge metal stairs rolled up to the front & back doors. Until I reached the bottom of the steps, my main objective was not to fall down as they were pitched a bit steeply, my load was heavy and the woman in front of me kept stopping unexpectedly. When I reached the ground, I looked about, saw some official vehicles and a few people who had placards with names but none were for me. I went inside, again passing more individuals with names on cards, but remained unconcerned. Sam had said he would work it out and I was not to worry – so I didn't. While I was standing on the line, a slim gentleman wearing traditional style casual dress came up on my left. He was pointing at a piece of paper in his hand while saying, "is this you?" I looked down and saw that it was a black & white printout of my ONS "Vegas" picture and responded "I think so." When he paused, looking a little confused, I restated, "yes, it's me." He bent down to take my bags, "Good, come this way , the chief is waiting." So, following him, we passed everyone still waiting on line as he brought me to the window for Diplomatic visitors. While standing there, I saw a friendly looking gent looking directly at me. As I glanced back, he began to make a funny face while waving his fingers at me. I just smiled back, thinking "OK – keep smiling, he looks harmless enough." Moments later, we met face to face and I realized that my finger waggler was none other than "the chief" aka Sam but officially Togbi Akumey Geli Adjorlolo III. He introduced himself and greeted me warmly – I had failed to recognize him despite having had a picture, but then again, he had the same problem. He and his driver had been waiting on the tarmac looking to collect me with a diplomatic vehicle, but were unable to pick me out of the crowd. Perhaps if I had fallen down after all, he would have found me more quickly. J An announcement was made alerting passengers from Delta flight 166 that not all of the checked luggage had been placed on the plane and that any missing items would arrive on tomorrow's flight. I remained calm. It would all work out. I gave my passport and luggage receipts to one of his men , then Sam led me to the VIP Lounge to await retrieval of my luggage. We talked and began to get acquainted. He was very gracious, again thanking me for the efforts I had made on behalf of Atorkor Village and the health center. I was just happy to be here. I made it. I am in Africa.

While we waited, we spoke of the supplies I had brought and my initial concerns about everything getting here with me. However, I am learning to "let go" - I cannot obsess over every detail that is not under my control. It is what it is. I packed as well and securely as I could and once I left those cases with the TSA baggage checkers, it was out ot my hands. Sam assured me that all would be well and if something was left behind, he would have someone pick it up the next day. Sam's associate Kaff, whom he refers to as "Mr. Fix it" came into the lounge accompanied by a young woman in the uniform of the Ghanaian Army. He informed me that one of the Rubbermaid style storage boxes did not make it but he would make sure it arrived tomorrow and was picked up. I had a brief moment of concern and then let it go. The entourage picked up my hand baggage and we proceeded outside to get into the waiting car, already loaded with the 3 cases of supplies that had accompanied me. (I didn't have to carry a thing – I could get used to this.) We then drove through Accra to the guest house where Sam had stayed the night before so as to be able to meet me at the airport in the early morning. I was given a chance to "freshen up" and was able to take a quick shower – mindful of the warnings I had been given not to ingest any of the water, even in Accra. It felt so good, even though I did not have a fresh set of clothing out – it would have been too much trouble, once I break into one of those Space Bags, it would have been all over with. However, just being able to shower and change undergarments was wonderful. Afterwards, I rejoined my party and then had some refreshments while sitting in the chief's "favorite spot."

Me & Sam @ Mahogany Lodge, Accra, Ghana Me & Kaff, aka "Mr. Fix it"

Upon leaving, we changed vehicles – everything had been moved into an SUV while we were inside – and continued on our way. I saw the huge complex being built by the US Embassy. The homes in the surrounding neighborhood were all gated residences and quite upscale. Then we changed some money (1 USD = 0.98 GC) and went to the SHOPRITE supermarket in Accra Shopping Mall .

The market was clean and well lit with wide aisles and a fair assortment of items. However, I noted that much of the fresh produce was imported. Yet Ghana is an agricultural country. I commented to Sam that one would think that if they could bring in potatoes from South Africa, they should be able to obtain locally produced product. I saw him furrow his brow as he verbalized his agreement.

Once out of the city, the landscape took on a dry, sandy look with few trees, mostly scrub bushes and flat open space. We were driving through the Sub-Saharan savanna . I saw large red clay pinnacle shaped "structures," standing as high as 6ft. These were termite mounds and some of them were nearly as big as the scrub trees dotting the area.

The road was long and dusty with little change of scenery, yet my excitement never waivered. We crossed a small toll bridge not far from the border of Togo and were besieged by bread sellers when we paused to obtain a few loaves. Sam opened his window to make the purchase and the young boys were literally all over the vehicle, on both sides, trying to make a sale. After about 2 ½ hours travel from Accra, we crossed over the Volta Lagoon which has been made smaller due to the presence of the Volta Dam and continued down the ribbon of road until we saw some scattered dwellings ahead. We had finally reached Atorkor.

We alighted from the vehicle to be met by the crowd of people gathered at the roadside. There were men and women in traditional dress, along with a group of school children who were dancers and drummers. They greeted us with smiles, shouts and loud cries of "WEEZOO!!" which is Ewe for "Welcome." I shook many hands and tried making the appropriate response of "DYOO" and an occasional "Akpe" which means "Thanks." We began to walk in a procession up the road to the Togbi's residence. There was beating of drums, dancing and singing as we went along.

A large umbrella was brought to shield us from the sun and a young man carrying a staff walked ahead of the Togbi. This continued until we entered the courtyard of the Adjorlolo residence, where we were seated, made more handshakes, were given water and entertained.

The warmth & hospitality shown to me was unparalleled. It was an experience like no other I have ever known. However, when I called my dad later that night, I told him to start rounding up the neighborhood children so he could greet me in kind upon my return home. J

I met the Togbi's wife, Sonia and his eldest daughter. When I inquired as to the whereabouts of his little one, he said she was out getting her hair done and assured me, "Don't worry…she'll find you." How right he was. I have had a little shadow ever since she "found" me. She is a little chatterbox but quite delightful.

That evening after dinner, we discussed the next day's event – the annual Prize giving & Speech day ceremony. At that time, I thought I would be able to get away with making a simple statement requiring little preparation but that was not to be the case…

I finally was able to get to sleep around midnight. I had been up since 7:30am on Sunday and was not really able to take much of a nap. I laid down, listening to the beat of the drums and music coming through my window. The village was having their Easter Monday party on the beach, but I was too tired to even think about going. I soon drifted off to sleep. I woke up only once, shortly before sunrise and dozed off again. I was soon awakened by the crowing of the beautifully plumaged "alarm clocks" that were roaming freely outside my window.

As soon as I opened my door, there was my host's youngest daughter. She had been waiting for me to get up. (what a surprise…not!) Shortly thereafter, I was made aware that the last case had arrived and someone was picking it up. God is good, all was working out well.

Annual Prize Giving and Speech Giving Day in Atorkor Village

The day broke hot & sunny with a few grey skies in the distance but nothing to worry about. Before proceeding to the ceremony, I came downstairs to meet the Queen Mother of the village – Mrs. Lois A. Okudzeto, M.A. It was then that I realized I probably should have prepared a few formal words as she was to officially introduce me to the community. They were really emphasizing that I had come "all the way from New York City" to help the village so as to give the villagers a sense of importance with regards to the efforts being made on their behalf. Again, we had a formal procession (no drums but still some calling out from onlookers) with Tobgi and his wife, followed by the Queen Mother, myself and the rest fo the entourage. Fortunately they had canopied areas for everyone to sit – the sun was fierce. The formalities went on for hours but the Master of Ceremonies had a quick wit and a dramatic flair that kept things interesting. At one point, when he realized that this was going on long enough, he announced that "there seem to have been changes in the program but it would appear that I have the Master Copy so that's alright then…" The children's dance routines were very good, some were better than others. As one group of girls were enjoying their fifteen minutes of fame and were not going to give up one nano-second of it, even as the Master of Ceremonies tried to get them to finish up by talking over their performance. They just kept on until the end. It was during the ceremony that I discovered that I was the "Guest Speaker" – when the MC told Mama that she was to introduce me before I made my speech, she replied, "does she know about that?" Well I do now… After the Queen Mother made her remarks which were insightful and supportive about the school's progress and where it needs to go, she introduced me. I managed to make some brief comments regarding how I was impressed before I arrived when I had heard about the village and the work that ADF is trying to achieve, however, now that I have been so warmly received and seen the efforts of the children and everyone for myself, I was truly impressed. The MC translated my remarks into Ewe and it appeared to be well received. I then continued to state the purpose of my trip was bring as much medical equipment as possible and to see what I can do to make a difference. I called the Nurse of the Health Clinic, Ms. Susan Sabadu forward and gave her a donation of $300 for the Health Clinic on behalf of my coworkers who had contributed towards my mission. We then walked over to where the medical supplies were on display at the end of the table with the prizes. I spoke briefly and gratefully returned the microphone. The MC finished translating and turned to me to state that "the people of Atorkor are most grateful for your efforts and will do everything in their power to make your stay here an unforgettable one and you will have the best time of your life."

After all of that was said and done, we finally got to the point of the entire exercise which was to give the students their awards. The Queen mother started things off and then I and Mrs. Adjorlolo helped give out the awards.

Afterwards, the donated supplies were put on display in the tent with the childrens' artwork and handicrafts, some of which were quite good. If they continue to do so well, it is possible that the school may soon be able to sell some of their crafts to help raise funds.

Much thanks is due to the wonderful people who helped make this possible for me to do – my coworkers @ Jacobi Medical Center on Unit 5D Oncology, especially Cheryl Drayton for her efforts at collecting funds and everyone who was kind enough to contribute; Ms. Livermore for donating the CPR instructional supplies; Mr. Peter Lucey, Ms. Hannah Nelson, Greg Tossi, who made sure I had something to bring over; MAP, International and Johnson & Johnson; Dana Sawyer @ LITTMAN Stethoscopes; John Cromwell @ 3M Health Care; Frankie Flynn for his generosity in purchasing a STERILIZER/Autoclave and for transporting me to JFK; my family – Sarita & Jasmine, I could not have done the airport thing without your help; the nice people @ BAYER who made sure I was able to contact the local rep, Scott Blum who was kind enough to send me glucometer strips to take along.

Wednesday, March 27, 2007

Today is baby clinic day for Atorkor Village. Each Tuesday is a well baby clinic day for one of the 4 villages in the region. Since yesterday was taken up at the ceremonies, the clinic was postponed until today. I am still trying to learn the system, not being an outpatient clinic person, it is a little bit more difficult for me to get the process but I am trying. The Togbi's desire to get all of the data on the people in the region onto the computer and to have the nurse/staff use that system for entering physical and immunization information relating to each visit. The women come in with their children on their backs. Everyone appears to be in their best clothing and many are sporting smart little cases for their infants' items – much neater looking than our traditional diaper bags. The digital baby scale will come in handy for the newborn infants and smallest of babies but the majority of infants are weighed in a sling attached to a hanging scale. They seem to tolerate it pretty well. Each mom comes in with her own sling for her baby – this is done to cut down on risk of cross contamination.

The one shown here is made out of a flour/grain sack. Unfortunately the part that says "Product of Ghana" doesn't show up well in this photo. The slings are all homemade and some are quite fancy, including one that was crocheted.

Through the nurse, who is named Susan, I asked the women for permission to take photographs of them and their children. They assented and much to their amusement, I managed to use one of my few Ewe words "Akpbe" (Thank you) .

People wait to be seen with their babies.

Nurse Susan is busy long after clinic is done.

In addition to the babies, there was a young girl who came in with her Dad complaining of nausea, vomiting and diarrhea x 2 days. In this climate, with the heat, this is a serious event requiring intervention – dehydration is a life threatening event. Fortunately, she did not look too bad although she was visibly tired and miserable. Susan prepared a bowl of ORS & water – Oral Rehydration Salts – something similar to Pedialyte as a replacement for fluids & electrolytes lost. The girl was allowed to rest in the Albert Stanton Ward – a room set up with a couple hospital style cots for the purpose of treating short stay or stabilizing a seriously ill person for transport to the hospital. Her skin turgor was satisfactory and we showed her parent how to check for dehydration. After she consumed the ORS and rested, she still vomited one more time but felt adequately improved to go home with her father.Later that afternoon, we unpacked and cataloged the supplies. Eric Doe, one of the healthcare workers assigned to the clinic was delighted when he was given his own stethoscope to care for and keep as his own. I also gave him a Metro Plus shirt which he immediately put on and began posing for pictures. He is a sweetie with a flashing smile, good looks and he knows it… gee, who does that remind me of?

Later, the Togbi came by with his IT Tech person. He is serious about this clinic becoming a state of the art facility. I am gaining insight into the problems to be dealt with and where I may be of assistance. After he left to attend yet another meeting, his wife, a few of his people and I took a walk on the beach prior to returning to the residence. Atorkor is primarily a fishing village and this is still done pretty much the same way as they have done it for hundreds of years. As we passed the lagoon to take the path to the beach, we passed the remains of an old boat that was carved out of one tree – it was huge! Mrs. Adjorlolo stands next to the old fishing boat to give the viewer some perspective on it's size.

When we returned home, I could smell dinner and it was good. Up until now, they had been taking it "very easy" on the seasoning as per the chief's instructions. The food was good but I was starting to think that the Ghanaian diet was a little bland. Today I let it be known that I wanted to taste the "real cooking of Ghana." Tonight we had fufu and stew - wonderful but still could go a little more on the pepper. I don't think they believe me when I say I can handle it. But, I really have no complaints. I am being treated very well and could not ask for better hosts. Ghanaian hospitality is wonderful.

17 days to go...

I continue to prepare for my trip. My only quandry is how I will manage to get all of my suitcases/boxes into the airport & checked in @ Delta. Ernest told me to let him know if I will be taking a 4th case so he can send me a check for the fees, so fortunately cost is not a factor. I will need about 2 extra pair of hands and a strong back to go with it! Cheryl has been busy advocating on my behalf, trying to make a collection to raise funds for a baby scale and a cash donation to the clinic. I have never been good at "blowing my own horn" so I am glad to have her on the case! Today she spoke to the head of the Oncology Department and he was very interested in what I was doing. We shall see what fruit that tree bears. Additionally, I continue to await word on what supplies, if any, my hospital is willing to donate. My greatest hope is that I will be so successful that getting it all to the airport will be my greatest problem.

I am very thankful to all of those individuals who have helped me so far. I am touched by the responses I have received. I am confident that this is a good thing. I can only do my best and leave the rest to God.

Happy Leap Day!!

It seems somehow appropriate that LEAP YEAR is the year I jump into something totally new for me. 24 days to go...but who's counting? I am, that's who! I continue to prepare for my next adventure. At work, support has come from unexpected directions. I am confident that I will be able to meet my goal of having at least 3 full cases of supplies to bring to Ghana.

Before I go any further, perhaps I should explain how this all started. I have a friend from Ghana who brought this about for me. Ernest is a truly wonderful person - kind, intelligent, honorable, hardworking - I feel most fortunate to have met him. Inasmuch as he is a paramedic/EMT and I am a RN, we spoke about going to his homeland to do a medical mission involving his village, Atorkor. Unfortunately, he was called up for active military duty with the US Navy and those plans were put on hold. Before leaving, he initiated a process with his cousin who is the head of an NGO that was formed to help develop Atorkor village. Basically, his cousin Sam invited me to come to Ghana and arranged for me to participate as a healthcare volunteer in their new health centre. Thus began a flurry of emails back and forth, making plans & preparations for my arrival. I cannot remember the last time so much courtesy has been extended to me. Everything from my housing to weekend excursions and even a cell phone for my use has been provided for. In return, I have been working to acquire a number of items which will be needed for the clinic. Littmann, 3M, Nexcare and Bayer have all been kind enough to send me donations, including stethoscopes, bandage tape, single use thermometers and glucometer strips. The combined value of these items must be well over $800. My friend, Frankie Flynn, purchased a sterilizer/autoclave for me to bring. My co-workers are taking up a collection.(Cheryl Drayton deserves a word of thanks for that) I hope to receive some additional sterile dressing supplies from my hospital, Jacobi Medical Center. My biggest concern at this point is getting to the airport & checking all my excess baggagge. Once I get on the plane, I can no longer worry - it's in God's hands. Sam assured me that he will be able to meet me and help get me through customs, so that's it.

I have been meeting all kinds of people with a Ghana connection. It is all coincidental? I tend to think not. Too much has happened to be just chance. I cannot help but feel that it is all simply a sign that I am on the right track in the greater scheme of things. I had been contacting Delta to ensure that all of my bags will be able to travel with me - I cannot imagine getting there to find that some of my supplies/luggage would be arriving on a later flight. A very nice woman named Shelley called me to allay my concerns. It turns out she has inlaws living in Accra and gave me her extension to call if I have any additional issues. She even called again to alert me to a change in the price of extra luggage. Very nice. On this past Monday, I had a chance encounter with a young lady from a surgical supply company who turned out to be originally from Ghana. She was quick to give me some tips on where to do the best shopping and where to find the best American style cheeseburger & fries in Accra. That last bit might really come in handy after about 3 weeks in country. She is also affiliated with the Organisation for International Development. I will be getting in touch with her at some point in the future.

Even my patients are excited about what I am doing. I had one gentleman I was caring for who is from Ghana. In attempt to draw him out, I told him of my plans and asked questions about where he comes from. Sometimes when he has visitors, I overhear him say with pride, "Thats MY nurse...she's going to Ghana." It's funny how people make a fuss about me doing something special but I am the one who feels blessed in being able to do this. God is good and I hope that I will be able to act as His instrument for positive change. We shall see where it all takes me.

Hindu Wedding Sept. 07

In Septemer 2007, I was invited to the wedding of my good friend's daughter. It was an experience unlike any other I have had thus far. I was priviledged to participate with the family in preparation celebrations and witnessed up close a culture so unlike yet like my own. I am blessed to know such a wide variety of people. My life has been enriched by good people from all walks of life.

This is a test and only a test...

...if this were an actual life, you would have been provided with further instructions.

So here goes. My test run as it were in setting up a blog. This is in preparation for the my trip of a lifetime (thus far) as I am going to Ghana as a healthcare volunteer. My father is very concerned that I keep an accurate record of all that takes place up to and during that event. So, this one's for you Dad!

We are only passing through... thoughts on life, great song (Earl Skaggs & friends, reading by the late, great Johnny Cash who made my life miserable with his hit song, "A Boy Named Sue" but I digress), a philosphy on life. We are only passing through so lets do some good along the way. I have travelled a bit - not really into the typical, all inclusive resort, tourist thing. I like to sample the real life, real environment of the places and people I visit. When in Jamaica, I was fortunate enough to make some friends who showed me both sides of that coin. Now, when I go, I have someplace I love to stay (yardie style) and be at home, spending my time with regular folks and getting a taste of what I call Paradise. But I can appreciate the hardships that go along with that life. Politics, economy, realities of the living situation of many folks - it is not the idyllic island paradise that the tourists see. But life is good and so many of the people I met proved to me that money is not everything when it comes to living well and being happy - however, it doesn't hurt to have some either. Jennifer James and her family @ Greenleaf Cabins made me feel very much at home - I recommend them to anyone that wants to visit Negril and live simple. Nothing is more relaxing to me than the warm tropical climate, clear skies and beautiful beaches of Jamaica. I will be going back again.

Now I am passing through into a different phase of my travel life. I am currently preparing for a trip to Ghana, not as a tourist but to go as a healthcare volunteer and try to do some good. This is something that I have wanted to do for some time now, but this particular opportunity just fell right into my lap like a gift too good to let pass.