On Monday we should finally be brought to our host families. Kwesi had the day before departing again. Thus, organized Jojo the rest He woke us up in the morning at 7 clock, as he had to do in the city a bit and gained equal our foam mats on which we had slept a. He wanted them away at the same occasion. At 9 clock he wanted to be back. The driver of the car and a friend stayed still there.
As Jojo by 12 clock still was not there, we asked the driver to call him. Jojo was still in town and said that he still needs at least an hour. So we request the driver has driven into town to go eat something. Since you have advised us Now the food stalls at the beginning of something, we went to a pizzeria. It was quite expensive, but that was the moment we care because we were hungry. When we got back just 14 clock, Jojo was still not there. He finally picked us up by 16 clock. Time plays no role in Ghana.
After a brief stop at Jojo's house, in the center of Agona Swedru, we were successively brought to our host families. It was already dark and needed by some very bad weather road for a hundred yards we min approximately 5. The huge potholes in the unpaved roads ensured that we were pretty shaken. Luckily the car was not too low, otherwise I would have hit my head constantly.
I was sold already as the second. The family received me very nicely. I brought my things into the house and they gave me something to eat. There was again Yam with a sauce with fish. The request, if I want to use a spoon, I said no, because I wanted to play from the start no extra role. Very few meals are eaten in Africa, with cutlery. In the living room they had a plastic table, they brought me the food. When I began to eat, I was suddenly alone in the room. Only the television kept me company. I think they let me eat out of politeness alone. When I was finished, they were at least back to everyone and I were the family members of the family presented Nkrumah.
The mother is Eunice (42 years). It is fabric seller on the market in Swedru. The father, Kwesi (42), is a teacher at a Secondary School. My host sister (13) is called Abena and my host brother (15), with whom I share my room is, well Kwesi. The grandparents (father) live in the house and called Esi (grandmother) and again Kwesi (grandfather). The name of the given names based on the date on which it is born. Since I was born on a Saturday is my first name Ghanaian Kwame. I will now "Kwame Nkrumah" called. Funny thing is that the resistance fighters and later President of Ghana, even so called. Thus, the people always laugh when I introduce myself as Kwame Nkrumah.
When they had taught me the most important Ghanaian customs and a few words in Fanti (local language), they had me like their wide selection show on television.
Indeed, there are four stations. There GTV (Ghana TV), Metro (sports broadcaster), TV3 (entertainment) and TVAfrica (only African films). Often the picture is bad but usually also the content. Specifically, African films, which loves my host mother, are just bad Soups. It is mostly about family problems, or simple Erbgeschichten hostilities within the family. Comedies, are action or romantic films are not really.
After I came in the favor of the African television, it was getting late and time to go to bed. The first night I slept without a mosquito net, as in the house all the windows and doors were equipped with mosquito nets and I was assured the family that there were no mosquitoes.
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