Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Well, I am home. It has been 12 days since I left my second home that I now so fondly call Ghana. More specifically, Kpando Village. (Pronounced Pan-dough, for those of you not reading our other blog) I miss it more than I care to admit, and the question "How was Africa?!" got old way quicker than I imagined it would. Not in the sense that I do not want to answer, but in the sense that how can I tell people about the most amazing, life changing, hardest, most heart wrenching experience I have ever been through in a few short seconds that I am sure they are expecting me to answer in. How, without the help of slide show footage and hours of time, that I am sure they do not want to give me, portray to people that I am forever a different person because of this experience. I can't. And I somehow have to accept that not everyone is going to understand the experience we had in Africa. Which I guess that is why it is a good thing I went with two of my best friends, and made one in the process, so we can forever remember and remind each other of it.
So with that preface, I am sorry I even got your hopes up that I was going to write a blog post about my African experience. ;) One of my new best friends, Kailey Morin, she is Canadian, but still American because she is from North America after all ;), that was in Africa with us is an English/Philosophy major. That equals really smart and incredibly good with words. She wrote something that I would like to steal...meaning I give her complete and full credit for it because we all know I can't write like this...to maybe try to help you understand what it was like.
Yes, my friends and family. It impacted us all in that way. I miss it so much. I miss being surrounded by beautiful children who want nothing more than for me to hold them, sing with them and read to them. Just being around them and showing them attention was enough to make their day. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. Emotionally, physically, mentally and spiritually. It changed me in ways nothing else ever could have. The 115 degree weather and the 100% humidity making me literally sweat from every pore, to the breaking of my heart as I had to watch kids get beat at school by their teachers at least once every day for things such as wearing flip flops, or having their hair to long, or just because the teacher was bored and on a power trip. Despite all of this, I have never met a happier people. They have less than some of the poorest of America, and you would never guess that by the happiness that they exuberate every day. We have SO much and are such materialistic people and people are still constantly wanting more.
I am sorry this post is a whirl wind of craziness, and does not begin to describe the last month of my life; but I think it is time to end. Expect random stories and tid bits of my trip throughout the next couple months of my life. As they will probably be appearing frequently. I love Africa and I will be returning one day. I miss my kids more than I have ever missed anything and am amazed at how instantly I was able...or forced by their beautiful brown eyes and huge smiles...to fall completely in love with all of them. I am so blessed. Not only with the many blessings that I have in my life here, but that I had the opportunity to go to Ghana. To be amongst these spirited people and be changed for good by their every action.
I would love to answer any questions anyone might have about specific experiences I had, or just questions about Africa. Just leave me a comment or email and let me know! :)
Peace and Blessings!
Posted by Kendra at 3:13 PM