The week was somewhat uneventful. It's been full of getting up early to go to Dodowa for my internship so I haven't been doing a whole lot at night. One strange thing that happened to me was when I was returning from Twi class, which is off-campus. I take a shortcut through a construction site, and an area, where a few people live. A woman called me over to talk to her, so I went and spoke some Twi, and then I noticed that someone was taking a picture of me! I told them it was okay if they took a picture, and so I sat down on a chair, and another woman, who I had not spoken to yet, stood by my side and put her arm around me, while the man took another picture. Weird.

One highlight was playing drums at Fire's house with Corinne. We learned how to play some African rhythms, while Fire played this small percussion instrument that has a name I do not remember. It looks like two small gourds filled with beads and held together by a string. It's tough to create a visual of this. Fire also taught us some songs that he wrote himself, which were in Ewe, and English too. Fire is from Togo, so his first language is Ewe, but he also speaks Ga, Twi, French, and English! He is taking English language classes at the U of Ghana. I can't imagine learning English as a second language. Playing music that night was an experience I was not expecting. While Corinne and I played drums and Fire sang, his relatives (two adolescent girls, and a few little kids) came in to Fire's house, and danced, sang, or just looked at was going on in the house. I loved it. Fire is a master of tie dye and batik, so if there's anything you'd like, let me know, and I'll have him make it for you!

Wednesday: After going to class, I headed to Mr. Price, which is a very strange place. I don't feel like I'm in Ghana when I'm there. It's at this place called the Accra Mall. It's air conditioned, relatively quiet, aaand expensive. I mean, a pair of pants at Mr. Price is about seventeen meals! Mr. Price is full of strange advertisements. In one ad, it said that "It's a small price to pay for fame." We joke around when we buy stuff from there and say things like, "I'm surprised you recognized me when I wear this. I thought I looked too famous. And I barely paid any money for all this fame!"

That evening, Corinne and I went to Alliance Francais to watch Gouda perform. They were fantastic! Everyone was in a jovial mood that night and enjoyed busting some moves on the dance floor to some authentic West African beats.

Thursday: Corinne and I attempted to do some work at our internship today, but were again pretty unsuccessful. When we arrived at the clinic in Dodowa, we were told to go to the post office in Dodowa. On the first tro-tro the mate did not know where he was going so we had to get off at a place that was not the post office and catch another tro-tro back. This tro-tro also missed our stop. So then we took a cab, and finally arrived at the post office. Here, mothers took their babies to be weighed to monitor development, be immunized, and receive vitamin A droplets. Unfortunately, because Dodowa's a rural area, there is not a whole lot of people that come in for treatment at the clinic, and it's also difficult to get there because it's rural. This means that Dodowa clinic is also overstaffed, so there is no need for three interns! So today at the clinic, I had to read the number on the scale to a woman who recorded the figures in a booklet. The woman kept telling me I was doing it wrong, and the people there did not really talk to me unless it was to correct me. Or...make fun of me, like when they saw a woman with an unusually fair-skinned child. They grabbed by arm, to compare it to the baby, while saying, "Oburoni kCkCC!" which means a tan foreigner basically. So I don't think this internship's going to work out. I actually want to do SOMETHING.

On the way back to Legon on the tro-tro, a man asked us about U.S. politics. Everyone has really been keeping up with the presidential race. Most Ghanaians I met are all about Obama, including this guy that was on the tro-tro. He asked about the Iraq War, Osama Bin Laden, and if there was a local language in U.S....weird. We were also asked upon exit on the tro, if we would want to start a business, basically, with this man, who would take Americans on tours in Ghana. Thanks...but no thanks...

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