Anyway, i did go to Ghana. The trip home was somewhere between ok and good. i think it's a little better than good. the only crazy thing was a bunch of kids on the plane who just wouldn't sleep. There were just too many kids on the plane.
Ghana hasn't changed has much as i expected. Actually, it's really not changed at all. everything is more or less the same. There's more corruption, most of the stuff on the radio was about the upcoming presidential election. Not so much about the election itself but the election of a presidential candidate for one of the large opposition party. There were i think more than 18 people who wanted to be the party's candidate and i heard they each had to pay $25,000 just to buy into the election. Now if that isn't atrocious, you've got to tell me what is especially when you have kids in schools in the greater Accra region who don't have desks in their classrooms or even bowls to eat lunch out of. So i really didn't care much about what was going on.
Living with my mum was a roller coaster ride with good and crazy spots. There were times i wish i was off of it and there were times i was happy i took the ride.
The other thing is i got to hang out with an old sorta acquaintance of mine. he really wasn't a friend of mine though he introduced me as a friend to a friend of his. i don't think he was an acquaintance either but that's the best spot i can put him. i mean we went to the same school, shared the same desks thousands of times through different grades but we really never talked to each other cuz we were competitors and if there was any form of communication, which i can think of one, we were sorta fighting.
But the wiered thing is that we picked up from a point we didn't leave off, we picked up our past like we'd been friends for years. Funny, huh? Anyway i haven't spoken to him since i came back into the country.
Oh, talking about coming back, i was surprised at the us embassy. the location has changed and with all the freaking out and uncertainty, here i am. i did meet another old acquaintance of mine at the embassy and he told me he got the visa and that he'll show up on friday to pick-up just like everyone else. However, i didn't see him on friday when we went for the pick-up. i saw his friend though and i started to wonder if he really got it or if he said that just to make up appearances. I guess we'll never know what the truth is.
So, lot's of stuff happened when i was away, stuff i've probably forgotten.
Coming back was crazy. i did see some of the same faces on the flight back. I guess i'm not the only one who decided to spend 2 weeks in the country. Oh, i remember something, the officials at kotoka international airport in ghana are first class thieves and robbers. They are as corrupt as can never be. They rob people of money and anything else they can. I was willing to give up my citizenship after those SOBs took money from me by telling me i can't get a passport while out of the country. They took money from another guy too. Lucky bastard is a US citizen so at least when he said "i'm never gonna come home again" he had something to fall back on.
I was just appalled to see how these thieves conduct thier evil deeds soo openly like it's not stealing or robbery. People who work at Kotoka are corrupt.
So i got back into the country. Crazy thing about starting school late, even if you just missed a single lecture for just one class is that it makes everything seem like you are soo behind on every other thing even if you showed up day one lectures for your other classes. Sucks, right?
I spent the rest of my time back watching all the stupid tv shows, i think drexel requiring students to take economics is absolutely atrocious. My econ teacher doesn't know how to teach. Maybe it's cuz he's young and starting. I'll fill in the blanks about my quarter later.
