The whole point of driving miles and miles to Ghana was to visit my old friend Nick. On Saturday morning after 3 hours of sleep, I called him (using a phone lent to me by a friend on the ship) at 7:30am to see how we were going to meet up. Within one minute of talking to him, I found out that Nick was sick & had been throwing up all night! But this meant that he was going to be close by at a medical lab getting tested for Malaria…which he ended up not having thank goodness.
So one of Ernie’s cousins drove me to the medical lab nearby to meet poor sick Nick. I got out of the car, walked up the stairs, and gave Nick a huge hug! It was so great to see a familiar face from home again. While we waited for his test results to finish, we talked about what we had both been doing in Africa, then we talked about back home & the food and people we missed and loved. It was so nice to have a conversation with someone (who understands) about home sweet home in North Carolina.
In order to get Nick better, we had to walk around Kumasi the majority of the afternoon to the Hospital, then the Pharmacy, then back to the Medical Lab. Once we got him on some medication for what they assumed to be food poisoning, we made our way (slowly but surely) to the Chief’s house because he wanted to meet me. And on the way over, we picked up Nick’s friend Cole. The Chief’s house in Kumasi was very nice…as was the food that he served us, but that comes later. He didn’t speak English, but Nick and Cole have basically mastered the language of Twi, so they translated for me. It was crazy to hear Twi come out of Nick’s mouth, I definitely didn’t expect it. And the Chief himself was a hoot. While we were sitting in his living room as his wife was making us a meal, he kept lifting up his shirt and playing with his stomach. I couldn’t help but laugh because I expected him to be a stern Chief…but he was obviously very relaxed and personable.
(Nick, the Chief’s wife, Me, Cole, the Chief)
After visiting with the Chief, Nick, Cole, and I all hopped in a tro-tro and then a taxi and made our way to their village. There, they showed me around a bit & my bags were immediately taken off my back by a friendly local. The rest of the night was spent talking, eating, and meeting the 3 other Princeton students as well as several of the villagers (all of whom assumed I spoke Twi until they realized I had no idea what they were saying).
The next morning, I had to head back. So I said good bye to Nick and my other 4 friends as I drove off. I’ll tell you more about the experience of the village later…