The Resting Place

I woke up this morning to the sound of roosters greeting the Sun and cows outside my window. They begin the Village Morning announcements by loud speaker at about 5:30 am. This is the time when everyone gets up and ready to go to farm. We had a tour of the Village today. I am amazed by how friendly and happy everyone is amongst so much poverty. They smile and wave at us and ask to shake our hands. They say, "Akwaaba!" which means welcome.. And some say to me, "welcome home!" I do feel at home here. Humjibre literally means "the resting place". If it is spelled in Twi it begins H-O-M-E. I feel that my soul is resting and at home here.. What an incredible blessing.

So I am told the carrying of things on the head is called a "head load".. I have seen all sorts of incredible things being carried on the heads of young and old from wood logs for making fire, to suitcases.. things to sell in the streets such as hundreds of satchels of water, toys to sell, bricks.. Anything you could imagine.

Wherever we go the children follow us and grab a hold of our hands. Two little girls have taken to me especially and they are adorable, Josephina and Frieda.. they are both six years old. We held hands and laughed and skipped down the road.. They just smiled and looked at me. It is going to be so hard to leave them but will make it so much more important for me to come back.


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