As I sit here writing this letter it is hard to believe that we only spent two weeks together. As you all flew away to your respective homes it felt like I had know you much longer. We accomplished so much in such a short amount of time. Three hard working teams built three compost toilets that will change the community of Agbledomi for generations to come.
You worked tirelessly in the heat mixing mortar, lifting heavy blocks, balancing head pans full of sand and water on your heads, shoveling concrete, and trying to master the art of “flicking” as we plastered all the walls. At times the work was grueling but you muscled through with the help of our talented Ghanaian masons.
Jasper, Ballo, Boots, and Bernard helped keep a smile on our faces even when the sun was beating down and our bodies were aching. Sore muscles weren’t the only things you gained during your time in Dzita. You gained new knowledge about local health concerns from Rose, how to make beautiful batik cloth with Titi, how to haggle at the market, and how to play a djembe from Mustafa and his gang.
I hope you take all of your new skills with you into whatever adventure lays ahead. Thank you so much for coming with open hearts and minds. It was amazing to hear all of your stories and to recognize what a diverse range of experiences we all represent.
I will never forget your synchronized swimming skills or Aiden’s dancing, and mafia will always make me think of the 11 teens I met once upon a time in Ghana. Don’t forget to practice self love, set goals and go for them, and always remember to Dream Big!
Akpe Kakaka! I will always remember you fondly.