“It was the worst of times…”

I rolled over to look at my screaming phone, wiping away the fatigue of a long drive on a bumpy road. “Who’s calling me at 10:45?” I picked up the phone and heard a click of rejection, “guess I’ll never know.” Seeing the silver lining of my rude awakening, I seized the opportunity for a bathroom break. I tossed back the sheet and rolled my aching legs out of their cozy cocoon, quickly splashing into an inch of chilly water on my cool tile floor. Stumbling through the dark I soon discovered the culprit, a leaking toilet tank, and set about for a solution. A short trip downstairs to the reception desk revealed that I was alone in my plight. Crap. Back upstairs. Do I sacrifice the precious hotel towels? Do I wake up my fellow hotel patron below to see if they’re drowning in toilet water? Do I just go back to bed and pretend I was unaware of my now floating bed? One more trip downstairs, rattling doors to get the attention of the night guard and a mop, and 30 minutes of bailing out my respite from the road before returning to the relief of my bed. All in all, this night was a fair representation of the dawn it preceded; sort of an omen of things to come.

Let me put this disclaimer out there from the onset; I love Ghana, unconditionally and completely, as if it were my own offspring. But every once in a while I get a day that makes me question my unquestionable love for a place that makes you earn your grays. Thursday was one of those days of days, a stint of time when all was not well. Roads winded in directions other than those specified on the map. Potholes popped up unpredictably and far too frequently. Rain poured down as if it were a preventative strike against the fiery apocalypse, and the mud ran red like a B-rated horror flick. What was supposed to be a short drive from Cape Coast to Tarkwa turned into a diesel death-march and another night in a cheap roadside hotel.

The next day, however, was much better. Perhaps it’s because of the coma-like sleep I got that night, perhaps it was because of the ever-positive attitude of Jen, EPI intern extraordinaire. But I believe the real catalyst for the flight of my sour attitude was the long drive along the coast while returning to Accra. It reminded me of just how beautiful Ghana is, even with its apocalyptic rainstorms and Pinto-sized potholes. And once home, I reflected on the real reason I’m here. There is fun to be had, that’s for sure, but I’m here to work.

That work isn’t always fun,

but it’s always worth it!

“There’s more to be seen than can ever be seen (still).”

There have been many revelatory experiences this time around in Ghana. Maybe it’s because I now have to drive and I feel closer to my maker as a result. Maybe it’s because I have to be more independent as Isaac and I split up and out across the country. Maybe it’s because I’m in an ever-shifting place where the only constant is faith and change. Either way, learning that I don’t know everything there is to know about Ghana.

My first lesson is that I’ve unnecessarily pigeonholed myself as an avid Coke* drinker, missing out on so many wonderful liquid refreshments I’ve recently discovered. Now this may come as a shock to some of you, but I, Chris Owen, am substantially cutting my Coke intake. It was a rare occasion when I would go a day without at least 2 cans of my artificially sweetened salvation syrup. But upon arriving back here in Ghana, and getting my first “Chris, you’ve gotten fat oh”, I decided something needed to change. And now that the twitches have subsided I’ve found my new addiction, Blue Skies pineapple and ginger juice. It is amazing on a hot day and for the afternoon slump when a little kick is required to finish out the day. The remarkable think about this juicy concoction is that it’s made local, sold almost everywhere, and only lasts for 4 days before going sour. Think Naked Juice, but in the jungle, with a monkey on your shoulder. It’s not for everyone, but hey, neither am I, so we’re a great fit. My second liquid discovery happened to be less appealing, much less tasteful, but still 100% Ghana.

To say that advertising in Ghana is still in its infancy is a gross understatement at best. And in much the same way a toddler stumbles around in search of equilibrium, it seems that most of the companies in Ghana are still searching for that sweet spot between informative and provocative messaging. Although after a few passes by this billboard I needed a drink to rinse the vomit taste out of my mouth. But it’s not just the water advertisements that induce nausea; my recent trip to Shai Hills Nature Reserve still has my stomach up in my throat and my knees shaking.

I promise I’m getting work done, really I am, but trips like this make it seem as though I’m doing a live version of the Jungle Book. Shai Hills Nature Reserve is only 50km from Accra, but a world away from the hustle and bustle of Ghana’s capital city. The ancient fortress of the Krobo people, these rock formations in the middle of the coastal plain are striking to say the least; and if the hike up doesn’t kill you the view from the top is equally so. Sprawling out to the west are the hills by Aburi, to the east the Volta River, and to the south a great expanse of farm lands all squared off as if they were a massive green checkerboard. Truly a once in a lifetime event, probably due to all those Cokes I still have floating around in me.(break)

 

* Coke= Southern reference to anything carbonated. In this case it refers to Coke, Diet Coke, Coke Light, Coke Zero, Pepsi, Diet Pepsi, and Pennzoil 5W30.

“Party’s Over”

Banana splits, beachfront hotel rooms, feeding monkeys, waterfalls, and bumpy bus rides; so long yellow brick road. That’s right, the MPA party is over, now the work begins. But that’s ok; my work is mostly play anyway!

What I’ll miss about the MPA students being here was not the fun stuff we did or all I learned about my classmates; it was showing the Ghana I love to a new pair of eyes. Luckily that’s something I get to do fairly frequently while working too. And the first chance I got was the day after the students left, and it was with a new friend Sue who I met at JFK in February. We were both waiting to board flight 26 to Accra, we started talking about what the other was doing in Ghana, exchanged cards and went to our separate isle seats to wait out the 11-hour puddle jump. This is kind of a frequent occurrence when I fly to Ghana, maybe it’s my inner four-year-old, but I am always intrigued by what people are going to Ghana for. In Sue’s case it was a holiday with some friends. Fast-forward to April, a few phone calls and emails later, and Sue is back in Ghana looking at one of EPI’s electricity-generating merry-go-rounds for a school she fell in love with while here last. So to begin the working part of this Ghana trip, we took Sue and a friend out to Attabui to see the school and play around.

Our next trip was out to Abomosu to visit the installations we did in February with World Joy and Viridian. This project was somewhat different than our usual installations, and the first time we have worked with something other than a school, but so far it has been a big success! These four projects were made possible by Viridian, a green energy company based in the US, who rewards their top employees each year with a humanitarian trip to another continent in a program they named 7 Continents in 7 Years. Thanks to their generosity, and the local know-how of World Joy, 400 students now have access to light for nighttime studies and reading, locals are able to check out a book as well as a lantern from the library, and life-saving medicines are kept refrigerated and accessible to those in need. Did I mention how much I love my job yet?

“Ode to Tootsies”

Ever sit back and think about just how important your feet are? I mean, they’re not that big, and most of the time they’re covered and out of site behind leather and laces or strapped into sandals. But over the last week I’ve realized just how crucial these body parts are to this biped in particular, and how I’ve taken them for granted, and even at times, been embarrassed by them. This fear of feet stems from a high school lunch line experience that there is no need to go into, lets just say it involved me in sandals and gasps from bystanders, moving on.

Back to my “steadfast and immovable” discovery, my feet are ugly, true, but very useful given their freakish width, stubby toes, and McDonalds style arches. I actually discovered the benefit of snowshoe shaped tootsies long ago while traversing the Sahara-like Seal Beach in California. The sheer expanse from the molten parking lot to the frigid waters was enough to make the average person turn around and battle the weekend traffic home, but not I. My feet seemed to float across the sandy-surface as if propelled by some unseen outboard motor. This week I was reminded of this experience, and eye-opening observation, while at another beach most people wanted to avoid, the one in front of Elmina Beach Resort.

You’d think with a name as grandiose as this hotel had it would have something to back it up with, but not so much. There were beautiful views and a wonderful pool, I’ll admit that, but both were somewhat tinted by the lack of sanitation that is so prevalent in Ghana. The rocky beach was mired with plastics and water sachets, making a morning stroll somewhat difficult. Wading past the junk, the tide pools at water’s edge were peaceful and intriguing, if you could get over the seaweed-draped rocks that is. Foot revelation #2.

 

 

Not only are wide feet handy when traversing scorching sands, but when navigating slippery rocks and slimy surroundings they seem to go into four-wheel drive mode, gripping onto the most difficult of terrains with ease. This second foot related revelation instilled in me a new faith in feet, something that would come in handy the rest of the day as my feet carried me to new heights and new dangers.

Just north of Cape Coast is the Kakum national park, a preserve of sorts for indigenous animals and creepy-crawly things. It is also home to the canopy walk. This series of rope bridges suspend travelers, and their feet, several hundred feet in the air and through the trees on a 7-bridge expedition into the jungle. While my feet have taken me here several times, this trip I realized just how brave my feet really are. This third revelation on feet came about because one person in our group had feet that were a little more scared of the heights, or rather, the falling down from the heights part. I watched with interest as another brave-footed member of the group helped her across five of the swinging bridges, and then asked if I could help her over the last two. All four foots made it across safely, all four empowered and invigorated at the experience. The next stop, however, I found myself on the other end of the equation.

There are animals in this world that prompt involuntary squeals of delight at first glimpse of their sheer cuteness. Think penguins and baby monkeys. Others force grunts of wonder as onlookers survey the specimen trying to ascertain its origin or species. Think platypus or aardvark. Others just inspire primal fear. That brings us to the crocodile restaurant just outside Kakum. I guess it’s only fair to expose a fear after exposing that of another’s, but this one is different. Walking along a bridge that was engineered and constructed to hold you is fine; petting an animal that was engineered and constructed to crush Volkswagen Beetles in a bite is another thing entirely. But being full of chicken, both me and the crocodile, we worked it out and shared a moment to be remembered.

“Coconuts, Candy, and Central Market.”

The Volta River flows south through the Akosombo dam, where most of the country’s energy is created, then on to the Lower Volta river delta where paradisiacal islands are home to thousands. Covered in coconuts and wild mangoes, Pediatorkorpe Island is home to nearly 2,000 people and has a school of nearly 500 students from pre-school thru junior high. Empower Playgrounds has been working in this beautiful island since 2009 and has both an electricity-generating merry-go-round and swing set that provides light to these budding scholars. This island is somewhat magical for me, almost a holy place, where I leave feeling refreshed and recharged, ready for the craziness that quickly envelops me as I get back to shore and aboard the bus towards Accra. I love visits to this island, as well as the three neighboring islands EPI works on, and this time I got to share that excitement with the student group I was with. Sitting in the shade sipping freshly hunted coconuts, blowing bubbles for kids, chatting about nothing, these are a few of my favorite things.

A newly discovered place of awe and wonderment is the SOS Children’s Village in Tema. We made a visit to this remarkable place one afternoon, bags of candy and trinkets at the ready, and left empty handed and with full hearts.This revolutionary orphanage is part of a large international organization based in Australia. Their approach to child care is un-paralleled and seems to be a much more effective way to raise children born into less than ideal circumstances who often struggle to fit into society and excel in life. SOS establishes homes with a family atmosphere complete with a full-time mother and siblings ranging from infants to teenagers. These homes foster learning of social norms and emotional ties that seem to be the missing part of most orphanages I’ve visited before. Much more than just meeting the children’s physical needs, SOS paves the way clear through young adulthood, providing resources and support so each child can one day be independent yet never alone, which I believe is what the family is all about. The mayhem that followed us around while we passed out our trinkets was perhaps a precursor of our next adventure: Central Market scavenger hunt.

I’ve been to several markets in Ghana before, but nothing compares to the commotion of this churning pool of fishmongers and butchers, spice dealers and home-wear hawkers, that makes Central Market such an experience. One of the largest factors to this particular market’s mystique is the sheer size, a brain-like labyrinth of shanty shops and carts spreading across downtown Kumasi, every free inch filled in by a person overloaded with goods and replete with aggressive smells that seem to reach into your brain and imbed themselves in your cortex. But this trip to Central Market was a special experience as I got to scour the market for obscure items like a toilet plunger, and items I wished were less obscure like split pig feet and cow heads. The powers that be decided that a scavenger hunt through West Africa’s largest open-air market was the perfect activity for a group of young-white college students trying to get the Ghana experience, and I agree. It’s definitely not something you can get in a classroom, or understand in any way hypothetically, you must simply experience it, cow heads and all.

“Kente Cloth and Glass Beads”

Every tourist destination has its obligatory token trinkets: wooden clogs from Holland, silk fans from Japan, shot glasses from Vegas, glass gondolas from Italy. These are the items that take up those precious final pounds in our allotted luggage allowance, collecting dust upon arrival sitting on mantles or bookshelves, reminding us of checked-off bucket list items. But unlike these frivolous knick-knacks, Ghanaian memorabilia seems to always serve a purpose or work its way into everyday life, constantly reconnecting you to the gold coast of cocoa and coconuts. Of these Ghanaian garnishments my favorites have to be kente cloth and glass beads, both of which I’ve learned a little more about this past week.

In between waterfalls and monkey feeding, I got to spend some time in yet another kente weaving shop, perhaps one of the most intricate processes I’ve ever witnessed. These brightly colored strips of cloth are all the more impressive when the whole creation process is taken into consideration. Starting out as simple thread, these kente cloths are made using homemade looms operated by foot pedals. The weaver sits at the helm pumping the pedals while quickly passing bobbins of thread back and forth to create the intricate patterns that makes this luxurious fabric so appealing. Special orders can also be made with words and symbols and lengths a-plenty, boggling the mind with possibilities. But once the cloth is finished the journey is merely beginning.

These brightly colored strips can be sewn into countless usable items such as bags and wallets, shawls and dresses, table runners or laptop cases. The only limiting factor for this versatile textile-medium is your imagination, and perhaps your wallet. I hold this wearable art in such high esteem that I even wore it at graduation last year, which is actually a sure-fire way to get found in a sea of caps and gowns. Next stop on the Ghana art express, glass beads!

My love for Ghanaian beads is deep and true, working itself into my life early on in my first Ghana adventure 2 years ago. Now part of my morning ritual, I wear a Ghanaian bead bracelet almost everyday, often brining up questions or kindling conversations. Each bracelet seems to be a tiny community with flamboyant citizens, all painted up in bright colors and intricate designs.

There are several places in Ghana where you can witness how these tiny treasures are made, Cedi Beads and TK Beads being the most well known. Starting with empty bottles and shattered window louvers, there are tons of different bead varieties to create: recycled powder glass beads, recycled glass chunk beads, painted recycled glass beads, and recycled antique beads. Notice a trend? All of these beautiful beads are made from seemingly useless items, and once fired in termite clay ovens, take on a new life as mini-declarations of Ghana’s industrious nature and unique flare for fashion.

Want to get your own Ghanaian trinkets while supporting a great cause? Then check out the new Empower Playgrounds store! All proceeds support EPI’s work to light the work through the power of play.

“Sunglasses, Waterfalls, and Monkeys”

Sometimes at the end of a day you sit back, put your feet up, and say, “This day will go down in infamy.” Today was one of those days.

I’m usually not in Ghana to do fun stuff, even if my blog shows evidence to the contrary. So to begin this trip I get to spend a few weeks with classmates from BYU cruising around Ghana and doing Obruni-tourist stuff in between NGO visits and meetings with Dutch dignitaries. And as the title suggests, yesterday was one of those in between days filled with overpriced crafts and tourist traps of a new breed, beginning with Wli Falls in Hohoe.

The Volta Region, where Hohoe and Wli Falls are located, is a few hours from the capitol city of Accra. Sitting at a slightly higher elevation, this region is also lush and green filled with tropical edible loveliness and a few degrees cooler, both on my “favorite things” list. Newly added to that list are the Wli Falls itself.

Cascading down over 400 meters, the water is cool and clear, perfect for swimming or a quick power wash as you stand under the fire hose-strength falls. But enough with the analogous descriptions, this isn’t Lonely Planet and I’m no Anthony Bourdain. Put simply it’s a gorgeous place and well worth the 45-minute hike and countless spider webs charged with keeping wandering photographers like myself on the designated path. Shortly after arriving, the Sunglass Miracle of 2012 occurred, truly a life changing experience.

My name is Chris and I’ve been wearing glasses for 10 years. I wear them everyday, everywhere, sometimes even to bed, and as of yesterday even swimming. The water was calling to me, and the sunglasses seemed a permanent piece of my cranium as if they were some new nasal adaptation. I dove in, swam around a bit, and then popped up to be greeted by a much brighter, fuzzified version of the world. “Oh crap!” was all I had the energy to get out before I felt the instant shame and embarrassment that comes from such a lapse in judgment. I immediately went back under and searched the sandy bottom for my faux-Raybans with no result to my traverse. “What an idiot!” was all I had time to mutter as I surfaced for air before continuing my search. But this second appeal to the sunglass gods worked as I felt my uncrushed eyewear below my feet. Miracle #1 of trip #5.The next stop was one of my bucket list items: feed a monkey a banana straight from my hand.

Tafi  Atome is a tiny village  not far form Wli Falls which has been practicing monkey preservation for many years,  and according to our guide, is home to over 2,000 howler monkeys. These relatively small primates are maxed out on cuteness, and when presented with a fresh banana, become mini acrobats flying from shoulder to shoulder and down arms towards their tightly held delicacies. One of my classmates, Gillian, was not as excited about this monkey experience as the rest of us were. Stemming from bad monkey experiences elsewhere, she was not so comfortable with the thought of a marauding monkeys harassing her for treats. To her extreme credit though, she remained fairly calm when the first furry friend jumped down to her shoulders from the tree above, but when the second one landed the meltdown was well on its way. But cooler heads prevailed and she kept her composure while gently encouraging them to get the heck off her. All in all a pretty great day, but then it was off to the kente weaving village, but that post will have to wait for a smoother road or an earlier night.