Ghana Journal Series 3: Assorted Happenings (Part 1)
Our first evening back in Accra was as eventful as can possibly be. The pole from Laysa’s tent went wild and hit the fan, which went wild and hit the light bulb, which produced a mini explosion of broken glass. I was not there to witness this precious moment though. For my own poor part, I had been out to get some pineapple after four days deprived of fruits, and of course I had to fall butt-down into the mud -.- As if my obreni status is not already enough to draw attention. I soon managed to attract a crowd of cheering locals. I have loved Ghanaians from the day I first set my foot here, and I love them even more after this (: Everyone was trying to help; ‘sorry’ came flying off from all directions above me. The lady at the fruit stand offered me water to wash up, and even a pair of flip-flops, because the straps of mine were broken when I tried to pull them out from the mud. Anyways I got back to the room in an otherwise completely pathetic state, if not for the huge pineapple in my hands, and saw Laysa sitting in the dark, shining the flashlight at me. Okay.
This is my seventh day without Internet access, and fifth day without seeing a computer of any sort. Away from all the modern weapons of mass distraction, I become significantly more attentive, my mind more agile. Outreaches aside, I have tons of time to read, to think and to write (with pen and paper even!) again.
There are alternative entertainment options aside from books and paper though (of course there’s Laysa as well, but two people are not enough for a good card game). We have also been given this black-and-white Nokia phone. Playing Hanoi tower with 11 discs on the phone now. I have not challenged myself to anything so hard in a long, long time. The protocol itself is not at all difficult, but to make 2047 moves without making a single mistake requires an insane degree of concentration (not surprisingly, Little Miss Perfectionist has to aim for the one best solution). It does not help that the screen is tiny, and all the discs are the same color, so consecutive ones do not look that different. So many times I made mistakes after 1800 or 1900 perfect moves. The one time when my exhausted thumb gave a mini fit in protest and double-pressed Enter at the 2010th step, I felt like crying. I have two more weeks with this phone in possession – let’s see if I can conquer this.