Easter Monday

They just be dancing! I mean break out 'getdown' sessions all day!







You can see what I see





Super wide panoramic view

raakye

You have not partied until you party Ghana style. Man I swear these Ghanaians manage to fit a drum in there back pocket where ever they go! Today I celebrated Easter Monday! Easter Sunday Jesus arose from the dead. Monday he went back to heaven and that's what we were celebrating. The service (Presbyterian) started with song. There was a huge tent that everyone gathered under. It half circled around the outdoor pulpit. Before the choir could shout out the 1st hallelujah they were already out of there seats dancing. I was there with Nana Simons (the school head), Charles and Nathan (students). The drums got me amped for a minute but I did not go out there and dance with the people because I am shy ;) After that came the message and it was all in twi except for a few “Jessssssus!” Shouts. We left the main area to eat and I had raakye. BTW I am patting myself on the back right now for not only knowing the word but spelling it correctly!!!! I rock, but anyway raakye is a spicy rice and bean mix with a boiled egg on the side.


After lounging in the shade watching these kids play soccer…excuse me, football I decided to go back to the service. It was offering time, let the church say amen! Funny how their offering line looked like a soul train line while ours looks gloomy and morbid. I mean they were doing the kappa stroll and what I call the “get it” dance (just poke your booty out and get it! Lol, u know). I say its funny because their level of poor is so far beneath ours that most of us can not comprehend it until we see it, but yet their offering line was off the chain. Just makes you go hmmm. What exactly are we pouting about? And what exactly are we missing in life that money can’t fix? (Not to go off on a tangent but whatever it is, I think that is what I came here looking for, that special joy in life) So after that I went back to the Kise & Amasaman area which is the town name of the church branch I was with (The meeting today was like a convocation). I chilled for another minute and watched these girls play a jumping footsy game I had never seen (I have video). After that guess what’s next??? That’s right, Monday night football (soccer)! The different communities played each other tournament style. It was pretty fun to watch although I didn’t… the heat was starting to take a toll.


By now it is about 4pm (11am StL/DFW) and I am beat! But oh no, the party for Jesus is not over yet. I hear the dagum drums again and I already know what time it is. But this time was different, I had my 2nd wind and those drums finally got to me… I had to let it out so I gave my best African dance moves which looked more so like the pool palace. Yeah I tried to do my thang but no one I knew would join in so I felt out of place. However, by the time I leave Ghana I am sure you guys will see me in a few video dancing and will not be able to tell which person I am.


So this day of getting back to my roots did not end there either. Imagine the crunkest party bus you have ever been on, change the music from “Blame it on the alcohol” to “Blame it on the lamb of God”, now throw in a random dude with a drum and that is the church bus ride home! It was crazy! Absolute mad house! They’re hanging out the window, standing on chairs, dancing in the isles as if they were not in their 40’s and 50’s lol. Oh and the story still does not end. We got off the bus and started a random parade saaaaaaan?!?! (Really?!?!). Today was so fun, I have had the most amazing time and its only been 7 days!