A Stinky Smelly Mess

This was a post that was written towards the end of my time in Ghana on July 16th, 2009

It feels like day 8 million and thirty-seven of the itchy sweaty smelly mess also known as Joi M. Sears. My skin is sticky from countless applications of insect repellant and I'm dreaming of a shower. A hot bath seems like a distant fantasy.. Something that people do on another planet. I am lying in bed in Kumasi and I swear I feel bugs crawling all over my body even though I am lying in between sheets I brought from home. My own sheets were a necessity especially because ever since I was little I have had a PHOBIA of spots on sheets. To this day I still refuse to lie on sheets with spots and stains. It all seems so silly now. I was elated when I realized this "hotel" had a flushing toilet.. INSIDE. I have been so used to going outside to the outhouse for the past few weeks.. Which is especially not fun during the middle of the night when it is pitch black. I would imagine all sorts of creepy monsters living in the toilet waiting to pop out and swallow me whole. They did not. But I saw a lizard in there once. A lizard biting my butt would almost make as interesting a story as a monster would.

After diarreah for the past week or so I managed to get a hold of some French fries today in Kumasi and keep that in my tummy. I guess sometimes the body knows what it wants. I was dreaming of fries.. And dancing pizza. One of my roommates said I was suffering from severe D.P.S. "Dancing Pizza Syndrome". I concluded that I would literally slap somebody in the face for a slice of New York cheese pizza. Literally.. Like if somebody walked by with a slice of pizza I would slap them run away and eat it so fast they wouldn't even know what "hit" them.

Whose idea was this again?!?!

Hopefully there will be no more midgets at the Salvation Army Hostel this time. I know midgets is NOT the most politically correct term and for that I apologize.. But they really creeped me out. They were EVERYWHERE and it is bad enough we have to stay at that god-forsaken place anyway.. I don't need a midget peeing in the urinal next to me while I'm trying to wash my face.

But we are leaving at 4:30 am for Accra.. Getting closer and closer to my 5-Star hotel and a shower! Can't wait. I saw a mirror today for the first time in weeks. I was like Ahhhh! Who is that girl?! Not like I thought I was all that to begin with but geez! I wonder if it is even possible to care about what I look like anymore. Perhaps when I get to Paris..

Kumasi, Ghana July 16th


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