Wow. Today’s update is going to be short. It was a long day. A good day, but a long one.
Two hospitals and a gazillion briefings later and I’m wrestling with what to do with all I saw. The second stop was by far the hardest for me and also the most amazing. That’s where I met women like Doreen- a 38 year old mother of two who is HIV positive. Her children are the same age as mine. We’re practically the same age. We chatted about sleeplessness, teething and the individual quirks of our children. During that conversation her daughter Angela went right for my “O” pendant–just like Olive does. There we were, so much to share and so many worlds apart. Oof. Here’s the more professional take if you are so inclined.
Despite the obvious challenges facing Ghana and its public health workers in one day I’ve fallen hard for Ghana. Don’t get me wrong. I can do without the insane driving (three near misses today and countless others that were close enough to give this midwestern girl some new gray hairs) and I’m not into doing some poverty p0rn tour. But with all the obvious challenges Ghanaians simply will not be beaten. It’s an ethic I appreciate.
Today I also met the rest of my companions, and what a crew we are. That will have to wait for another post so I can do these characters justice. Even the set-up sounds like a joke: a French radio correspondent, a Russian working for the state media, an Italian, a Spaniard, an American ex-pat in Paris, and me. Throw in Nana our Ghanaian photographer and well, it’s got a Wes Anderson movie written all over it.
Tomorrow I head to Kumasi, away from the city and into the villages for a peek at some bed net distribution facilities and rural health clinics. Thanks for the interest and I’ll keep you posted!