Thursday, November 25, 2010



This is a video of Prince getting his nose blown by Ma Margaret, the house mother. I love his face afterwards.

Things that have been going on:

One of the boys, Kwame, got kicked out of school because he ditches school and goes begging in the village. Azar got him dressed all nice and ironed his clothes and then we brought him to the headmistress who said that the boy is a "truant" and she will not take him back. Then she turned her chair all the way around and closed her eyes and wouldn't look at us so I took that to mean the meeting was over. Now we have to spend next week trying to find a school somewhere that will let Kwame in. Kwame was found wandering out in the bush by himself for god knows how long. He also was begging in the village because hes always hungry as a result of his worms. We made him lunch the other day and gave him dewormers so hopefully he'll get rid of the parasites.

The Mama Bear came out in me this week. The other day I noticed that William hadn't gone to school and when I asked why he stuttered and said that he'd been expelled. After talking to him for awhile I found out that he had been being bullied at school because he doesn't do well. He finally stood up to the boy who bullies him by writing a letter to the boy. In the letter he said that he just wished he could go home. The little shit that was bullying him gave the letter to their headmaster and the headmaster said to William "You wanna go home? Then go home." And he expelled him. Well I FREAKED out. I'm going to try and go to the school on Monday and use some sugar to try and get William back into school. William wasn't able to explain what happened to the headmaster and why he'd written the letter because he is so painfully shy. He said to me, "Lindsay, it is because I do not perform well that these boys mock me" and I just burst into tears and he was like comforting ME. It breaks my heart because there is no one to protect these kids from so many unfair things. If they don't let him in I don't know what I'm going to do because Word of Faith is a really good school and I don't want him to have to go to the Methodist school.

I discovered a treat here thats sold on the streets and its called Blowfu and its like a donut. I call them blowies and I walk around saying "I'm going out to get a blowie" and then I have myself a good little laugh and go get my blowie.

We have a mango tree in our yard and the other day we sat around and made our own mango juice. Wowie kazowie it was goooooood. (this wowie kazowie reference was for shea coakley and noah)

Chicobaby pissed on me! We threw a party for the orphanage the other day in honor of World Childrens Day (how did I never know this existed?) and Chicobaby fell asleep in my arms and then soaked the front of my dress. Also, I was on the radio!!!!!!!! This guy from the Ghana TV station came and filmed all of us giving speeches and stuff but I don't know if I was on TV or not. BUT, I do know that I was on the radio. I kind of sound like a ditz because I wasn't prepared. I answered some questions about the orphanage and then the guy said, "What are you doing in Ghana" and I said "I love Ghana!!!!" into the microphone and then he just kind of moved away and asked other people questions. Whatevs. I was on the radio at 6 am on Sunday here so I didn't even hear it.

Abu was NOT the one that was trying to get into our house that night. When we checked in the morning, the screen was torn and the chunk of wood we use to barricade the door was punched up on one side so someone did stick their hand through and try and punch the wood off the door. SO I WAS RIGHT. We bought some more locks and put them on the door so I feel much safer now.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING! I'm eating fufu tonight while you guys feast on turkey. Im missing a lot of things. I miss: stuffing, cold drinks, hot showers, pedicures, cheese (all kinds), the way Mike sings Battlefield, lettuce wraps from PF Changs, and a proper toilet that flushes on the first try.


Also, happy birthday to me.

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