From Where I come

Sunday, 8th January 2017 In my previous post on Journey to Upper West I highlighted on my Day 1 experiences. I spent four days in Wa : Wednesday to Sunday. On the Sunday morning, I went to the bus station to buy a ticket. The departure time was 5pm and I was to report at 4:30pm. We went to church afterwards at Jirapa. About 40 minutes drive from Jejeyire. Around 4:45pm, we were at the station. As we waited for other passengers to get their bags tagged and packed, my host's mum asked me if I enjoyed my stay. I quickly reposed,  "oh yes mummy. I had a nice time." Seconds later, I began to think about why I enjoyed the stay and the things that made Wa interesting for me. I decided then to write it down. That's the the only way I know I can capture the memories, so they don't slip away, as I go back to my real life full of work, work and work". Charley, the hustle is real. And so the minute I sat in the bus I took my phone, to put down what I will miss about W

Day 1. Wednesday, 4th January 2017. Arrived around 4:15 am. The weather met me like an old friend, embracimg me into its chilly arms. Honestly the only thing I dislike in this time of year is the harmattan! And it was still abiding in Wa despite bidding those of us in Accra farewell. But for now Harmattan was least of my worries. I had to get out of the station but my phone had run out of battery despite all attempts to preserve it for the 12 hour journey. And even if I asked someone for a phone, I didn't have my host's mobile number memorised. I began to chide myself for not writing it when I saw the battery was low. Had I known, they say, is...... I resolved to stay at the station and pray my host somehow comes to find me. But how long would I have to endure this weather? Chai. "God please speak to him,"  I prayed. After some minutes, a taxi came around. Obviously to see if he would get some business. The driver approached me to ask if I wanted his services. He s