*post from Wednesday*
So today I realized it was market day...
Did I travel there myself? No. I actually spent my day in a normal routine. I woke up early. The chickens and guinea fowl seem to began their morning monologues around 530am. I have generally begun to wake up before my 6am alarm. Today I was going to meet the Bedaabour scholars for the morning energizer which was just soon beginning. I pulled myself from bed, put on my running shoes, bid good morning to Benson, and away I went into the world.
I passed my house mother as she swept the yard, prepared breakfast for the family, and began her work for the day. I greeted her with a spry Maakye (good morning) and began my jog into the village. I did not meet the scholars but soon saw the first signs of market day. In town center people gathered by the roadside with their goods they would sale. Taxis, tro-tros, and flat bed trucks had been pouring into Bedaabour for some time to earn their wages carrying community members to and fro on this fateful day. As I ran past them all to the soccer field I could see the signs of market day everywhere.
Later Benson and I headed into town. As the scholars were immersed in learning the communities and building relationships, he and I were immersed in budgeting and reporting. That would sound tremendously boring but I do love my excel! On the road to Nkawie there were people everywhere carrying goods on their heads on their way to market. Tro-tros were overflowing with passengers of the human and animal kind. It was quite a sight. There was definitely a market day nearby.
After a day spent on program administration tasks we headed back into the village. There was still a lot of activity but it was growing dark so much was masked by the nocturnal curtain now falling. We drove down the long dirt road, passing through community after community who had been part of such a economically active day. As we passed through Kwame Dwaa I wondered how our scholars there experienced today. I know they began the day with a welcome celebration and some of them went to the farm, but how was the end for them? Did they experience market day?
Benson and I finally made it into Bedaabour and up to our home. We were kindly greeted by our host family who was anxiously awaiting our return. After learning to ask in Twi how to warm my bath water and washing away the cares of the day I finally sat across from Benson as we prepared to enjoy the delicious treat made for us by Mame Vivian. We remove the lid to our dish and uncover a sweet surprise. Tonight we feast on Rice Jollof that is loaded with carrots, peppers, beef bits, tomatoes and other fresh purchases from our families earlier visit.
Yes today was market day. How did I know? We ate the fruits of the harvest.
til then~
Tim
So today I realized it was market day...
Did I travel there myself? No. I actually spent my day in a normal routine. I woke up early. The chickens and guinea fowl seem to began their morning monologues around 530am. I have generally begun to wake up before my 6am alarm. Today I was going to meet the Bedaabour scholars for the morning energizer which was just soon beginning. I pulled myself from bed, put on my running shoes, bid good morning to Benson, and away I went into the world.
I passed my house mother as she swept the yard, prepared breakfast for the family, and began her work for the day. I greeted her with a spry Maakye (good morning) and began my jog into the village. I did not meet the scholars but soon saw the first signs of market day. In town center people gathered by the roadside with their goods they would sale. Taxis, tro-tros, and flat bed trucks had been pouring into Bedaabour for some time to earn their wages carrying community members to and fro on this fateful day. As I ran past them all to the soccer field I could see the signs of market day everywhere.
Later Benson and I headed into town. As the scholars were immersed in learning the communities and building relationships, he and I were immersed in budgeting and reporting. That would sound tremendously boring but I do love my excel! On the road to Nkawie there were people everywhere carrying goods on their heads on their way to market. Tro-tros were overflowing with passengers of the human and animal kind. It was quite a sight. There was definitely a market day nearby.
After a day spent on program administration tasks we headed back into the village. There was still a lot of activity but it was growing dark so much was masked by the nocturnal curtain now falling. We drove down the long dirt road, passing through community after community who had been part of such a economically active day. As we passed through Kwame Dwaa I wondered how our scholars there experienced today. I know they began the day with a welcome celebration and some of them went to the farm, but how was the end for them? Did they experience market day?
Benson and I finally made it into Bedaabour and up to our home. We were kindly greeted by our host family who was anxiously awaiting our return. After learning to ask in Twi how to warm my bath water and washing away the cares of the day I finally sat across from Benson as we prepared to enjoy the delicious treat made for us by Mame Vivian. We remove the lid to our dish and uncover a sweet surprise. Tonight we feast on Rice Jollof that is loaded with carrots, peppers, beef bits, tomatoes and other fresh purchases from our families earlier visit.
Yes today was market day. How did I know? We ate the fruits of the harvest.
til then~
Tim
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