Return to Africa

My return to Ghana finds me sat in the shady side balcony of the Agoo Hostel in the sweltering heat and humidity of the midday sun. Today is an in-between time, my second full day here, later I begin the four hour drive to Kwahu Asaka, then onward to Fulani. This fills my heart with joy.

Terrace at the Agoo Hostel, Accra

Terrace at the Agoo Hostel, Accra

I am taking with me assorted goods donated by friends old and new. Emma who has donated English language teaching books, Dan who has severed what must be a deep emotional attachment to his home town club kit by donating a complete set of Huddersfield Town away strips, Leah, who battled through adversity to deliver a treasure trove of teaching resources and Christina who has raided her wardrobe to provide a great selection of women’s clothing.

Regular readers will by know now of my attachment to Fulani, the home of the wonderful voluntary school that owes so much to so many: the passion of its community, a wonderful woman, Anna Newington, who fundraised back in the UK and then twice travelled to Ghana to oversee and participate in its construction before returning with further funds to provide the community with access to fresh water through a borehole. Anna will be the first to state that all of this is a team effort, backed by the people who raised the funds, the various volunteers who have taught at the school and made their own unique contributions and not forgetting the local volunteering organization who responded to the call of the community by co-ordinating, liaising and providing assistance.

I’m so thrilled to be going back and through the generosity of others who know little of these people other than what they have heard me speak about or have read from my blog, I am able to return with items that will be deeply appreciated and bring joy to the Fulanian’s.

My first couple of days here in Accra have been very lazy as I acclimatise again to the heat, humidity and hustle and bustle of day to day life here. I find myself in a mixed mood, exceptionally excited by my up and coming overland trip, which I join next week, but also experiencing large doses of sadness after saying goodbye to friends and family.

The tranquil garden courtyard at the Agoo Hostel. Bourganvilla hugs and climbs the walls.

The tranquil garden courtyard at the Agoo Hostel. Bourganvilla hugs and climbs the walls.

Doll boy!

Doll boy!

Although my return to the UK was enforced by medical needs, my two month stay back home turned out to be one of the most exciting periods of my life, as I made loads of new friends as well as deepening existing friendships. To those of you with far more courage than I to brave the UK winter, I send my love. I also promise that any maudlin instincts will be jettisoned. I plan on having the time of my life as I explore and deepen my understanding of this most magical of continents as I continue to seek to ascertain the best of volunteering practises.

2 responses to “Return to Africa

  1. Loving reading your blog, Jack.
    So pleased that you have found a passion and focus for your energy and generosity.
    very warm wishes

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