Mary and the monkey.
I have went to the orphanage and I got to play with the children there, which to my surprise was rewarding in its self. I met a young girl named Mary who was just one of the high lights of my stay here in Ghana. It really was not in my plan to go to the orphanage and I take it was God's will for me to go. my class mates were looking for me and I had six children surrounding me, I was talking to them and showing them my pictures of my family. This one little girl name Mary was really in reserve when we first got there. The sadness that was in her eyes spoke to me and I just could not resist taking her into my heart. She didn't want to take a picture but I some how talked her into it by telling her that ' All pretty girls need their picture taken,' so she allowed me to take the picture and than she proceeded to sit on my lap and share a laugh or two. My heart became broken when it was time to go because she didn't want to tell me bye and the tears that were in her eyes along with the sadness just rushed in like crushing waves from the ocean. I felt so bad because I wanted to take this little girl home with me to the US and make the sadness go away. I wanted to chase her sadness away like you chase away a thieves who has come to take away your precious possessions. I finally got her to smile and to tell me bye when it was time for me to go. The thing that surprised me was I too was sad that I had to leave Mary there in the place that ate our joy like a holiday feast. when I got back on the bus I cried as if I had suddenly became an orphaned and I longed for my parents the same as the young girl did. She will never get to know how much she has changed my life. How could I ever learn of such sadness? well simply put I too am a motherless child. The day that my own mother passed away and left me on this earth, was same day that I experienced the same hurt and confusion of a four year old girl, in a deserted place of anguish. I will pray every day that God will comfort Mary and give her peace in the midst of all the confusion. Mary is truly a thief who stole my heart.
I saw a monkey up close and personal, although I didn't get that close because the fear of being harmed. I was walking back from school and saw a monkey on a leash tied to a tree. You think it sounds amusing? Well it is quite funny looking as it sounds. yesterday he was tied by the neck, but today he was tied up by the tail. When I stopped yesterday to take his picture, the whole changing of his face made me tell my class mate let's get out of here before we get our faces bite off. You think pit-bulls are intimidating, try having a pet monkey guarding your house. This thing was scarier than my dog. For all the people who said 'bring me a monkey back' no thank you come and get your own monkey, I don't want no parts of it I rather go to the zoo and view a monkey.
The method to my madness of this blog is: the thing that hurts can be the thing that you love and the thing that you think is funny can really hurt you. I will have plenty of picture this weekend when I go the coast I am excited and can't wait see you soon. Ghana Girl over and out!!!