Obruni, Will you Marry me?

The past couple days have been crazy. I spent Friday afternoon with the older kids, which was really rewarding after struggling so much with the toddlers. The older kids wanted to talk, play, and laugh. There wasn’t the stress of crying toddlers although they were still there in the afternoon. All the older boys were playing soccer out on the playground and it reminded me of El Salvador, I wanted to play so badly but refrained since I am so horrible. I will wait until they can appreciate my bad soccer skills.
On Friday night I went with a couple volunteers to an outside Jazz club, which was really fun. Then after the Jazz club we went and met up with the other volunteers who were doing local Karaoke, which was hysterical. I slept really well on Friday night because I got the fan all to myself. Then Saturday I got up and met up with six other volunteers. We took a 45-minute tro ride east to see the Senya Beraku slave fort. It was right on the coast, which was really neat. We got to see where they kept the slaves before they took them on ships to other countries. This fort in particular was made by the Dutch. Then after we were done looking at the fort we walked down the side of a cliff to the beach and walked down there for a while. The rocks all along the shore had human crap on them. It was so disgusting. We had to climb over these rocks and you seriously had to watch where you put your hands and feet because there was poop everywhere. It was a cool little adventure though.
So one thing I have realized being here in Ghana is that if you give men eye contact it is an invitation for them to come and hit on you. The problem is that when everyone is trying to look you in the eye and you are used to looking people in the eye you get talked to a lot. I get winks, smiles, thumbs up signs and conversations way too much. I should start starring at the ground. Over seven times a day I hear Obruni Obruni I want to be your friend, I want to marry you, I want to be by your side, I want to care for you. Obruni Obruni, let me take you to lunch, let me escort you, let me be your boyfriend. Obruni, Obruni, I want your number, I want your contact, I love you, Obruni you are so beautiful. But what is nice about it is that it is never in a malicious way. They are never forceful or angry. At most they are persistent, but in a very friendly way.
Funny story, before I left for Ghana I was trying to put on weight because I was worried about losing too much weight, well I think that I actually won’t lose any weight while I am here and I might actually gain weight. That would be funny. Well that’s all for now but I will e-mail soon with some more random facts. Oh yeah last thing, I got to shower yesterday morning! It was amazing!