Rain at last

I had heard rain twice in the middle of the night but really not seen any. But the sky starting lighting up at which point Eric decides its time to go and get petrol for the car and the generator. I'm not complaining  because power is off yet again, and I am happy for the generator to keep working. As we drive, down came the rain very heavily. I can imagine the days when it just rains how it must stop you going out. Strangely as we passed the police check  point the officers chose not to  come and stop cars. 

Mum and baby goats.

This is of course in a country where school children carry machetes to school.

Where there is no real mental health services and you see poor deranged individuals walking the roads.

Where one small clinic serves a whole community and this is it.

Draughts Ghanian style

And always little ones needing to be looked after. This is baby Eric.

Hospitality and saying thank you is important. So I will return home with another Ghanian shirt as the couple whose  marriage I blessed insisted on bringing a present to Eric and myself.

Ghana is a rich country with wonderful resouces. Its mismanagement to put it politely has seen it become run down in so many ways, and its riches not shared justly. Yet it remains one of the better and most stable countries in Africa. With a growing middle class it may one day really develop for all. I do ask myself would I cope going to some of the other countries in Africa, not least those who are recovering from the devestation of Ebola. 

Well as Zebedee said time for bed. 

The circuit quarterly meeting happens at 8am till 2pm which I will be attending,  and I need to be up to say goodbye to the children as I will be on my way to Accra by the time they come  out of school.