I should really write more. I should. I should. I should. I guess it's like when I'm "really" writing. I write few and far in between, no rushing, just pure and true emotion. I'll discard of my desire to write more frequently and only request that I write more honestly.
To be honest Accra is treating me quite well. I feel at ease here. There's something about the stillness of the night that comforts me in a way that nowhere in the States does. Maybe it's the silent but painful understanding of the state of things. Maybe it's the blackness of it all. Maybe it's the fact that I don't have any real responsibilities except to be real, real, and real again.
Today was a good day, random, yet good. I went to class and actually stayed awake. I actually knew what Dr. Abarry was talking about because I started reading "Things Fall Apart" the night before. Good book...by Chinua Achebe...an Ibo Nigerian author...pretty well renowned. You know how us Nigerians be. After African Aesthetics I went to lunch as usual with the fantastic four (Jelan, Deanna, myself, and Amber) minus Jelan and we ate and cut up and ate and cut up. We blend well amongst one another. You'd think we knew each other before the trip. The reason I referred to us as the fantastic four is because my roommate (Rudy) who is quite annoying and irritating and childish referred to us as that one night when we went out without her,
like we had to. Anyway, the name stuck and I kind of like it. I don't remember too much of the movie but I think I'd be that fire guy. He was kind of wild and hype and crazy. Yeah, that's me.
After lunch I visited the computer lab to catch up on some e-mails then headed back to African Civilization. Luckily for us our guest Professor didn't show up and Dr. Abarry had to take one of the students to the hospital so we didn't have class. You know what that meant...nap time!
After the nap Deanna and I set out on an adventure to Makola market and we failed before we even left campus (due to the fact that it closed at 5). So, we went back to get Amber and headed to Osu (very young and vibrant town with tons of tourists and foreigners).
Great times in Osu...though shopping to no avail...
then dinner at Papaya...then the highlight of the day. We were on a mission to find me a margarita (tequila). I haven't had any since I've been here. In fact, it's pretty hard to find a bar that that makes mixed drinks. Usually there's just liquor and juice and beer and malt drinks. So, we searched and searched and finally settled on the Obruni spot Ryan's Irish Pub. Yo, we walked through some shady areas but finally arrived at our destination...
it was well worth it, though no colored folk except for the workers. And it was kind of pricey but there was margarita's and tequila shots and MTV. They were doing an Usher marathon. Mind you, we don't have cable or television where we are staying. It was heaven. Throw in the ice cream, apple pie, and calamari and it was a perfect night.
The taxi driver tried to screw us over but I straighted that out really fast. Damn you not wanting to drive us to Volta hall...
shout out to the army man who escorted us.
Live young. Live wise. Live free. Only 16 nights to go...
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