The rain has been coming down ever since 2 this afternoon, trapping us inside the walls of our houses. I guess we aren't really trapped, but it does give us a good excuse to watch Disney movies. It's so fun to relive those stories we loved so much as kids. Elliott brought a ton of Disney movies on VHS to give to the library. We even went as far as to identify a Disney character to each team member: Mike is Peter Pat, Blake is Prince Philip, Alex is Pumba, Pierce is Timon, Matt is Tweedledee and Tweedledum, Laura is Snow White, Elliott is Grandma Willow, Lorna is Pocahontas, Dani is Belle, Diana is Rafiki, Kat is Nala, Kelsey is Cinderella, Kate is Jasmine, Amanda is Ariel, and I am Mulan. So now we have a quest to watch all these movies before the trip is over (we've only watched Peter Pan and The Little Mermaid).
The four of us were going to watch Mulan with the kids tonight, but we are currently watching Secret Crime 2, a Ghanaian film. It's quite hilarious, but I doubt that the kids appreciate our giggles when the intense moments arise. A combination of overly dramatic actors, cheap music, amateur editing, terrible sound quality, and a ridiculous plot make this film quite a laughable piece of entertainment. My brother has taught me what a good film entails and because of that a lot of movies have been spoiled for me. Definitely for the better, though.
Today was the laziest day on this trip. We had absolutely no agenda, which was wonderful. Waking up late (8:30 rather than 7:45), read for hours (Beloved by Toni Morrison), got fabric with Kate and Amanda (the rain started while were were out), The Little Mermaid while drinking black tea, dinner with fried rice, and now a Ghanaian film with the kids and Charles. What a great day off. We just did whatever we pleased while we recharge for the week. I definitely wear myself out with the work we've been dong here.
It takes a lot of effort to live here, even to just walking down the street requires drains your energy. There lives a mob of abruni (Twi for white person) bloody thirsty children on our way home. Everyday we walk home, along with the repetitious chant of "abruni", they surround us in an instant. They come from all angles, like a surprise SWAT attack, everyone of them pulling our lives and throwing their bodies against us. We think it's getting dangerous. At least they're no older than 8 years old!
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