This is a follow-up to my post a week ago about a funeral I attended after the death of a chief. Yesterday I passed by the house of the chief that died last Sunday to greet his family. I was introduced to his eldest son who has now assumed the role his father once held. […]
Last week we went to Nalerigu First Baptist for church but this week we decided to attend the Presbyterian Church known as “Presby.” Baby and her family attend that church so we thought it would be nice to see some familiar faces.
Women in West Africa have amazing strength. Yesterday, some workers chopped up a fallen tree and most of the women from the nutrition rehabilitation center came down to haul the wood back the center. It was unbelievable to see each of these women carrying what must have been well over a hundred of pounds of […]
The Baptist Medical Center has a lot of volunteers and students pass through its doors. They stay for varying lengths of time, from one week to several months. Our first week in Nalerigu, Ghana was Oli Simpson’s last week. He is a British medical student from Guernsey who has been volunteering for 8 weeks to […]
Ever accidentally gone in the wrong bathroom? I’ve found myself in an embarrassing situation or two when I’ve entered the women’s bathroom by accident. Here in Nalerigu, they make sure you don’t go in the wrong public bathroom by using this sign instead of the the standard stick figure with a dress.
Every Thursday the hospital missionaries and volunteers (and any other Americans in the area) get together for a Bible study/worship time in one of the missionaries’ homes. Last night we met in Jane’s house (Jane is the hospital’s pharmacist) and had quite a crowd. Dr. David and Laurel Fort are in town to help fill […]
Heidi has commented on numerous occasions about how different medical processes are here than in the US. In the US we have the luxury of sterile medical environments and an abundance of new drugs. This box holds the medicine to be used on a given day in the pediatrics ward. It is shocking how dirty […]
We are at the end of rainy season and late each afternoon huge thunder clouds roll in but don’t provide a drop of rain. I had just passed through the market to the other side of town when these children ran up asking to be “snapped.” I asked them to pose on the abandoned bulldozer […]