I'm having a difficult time with Nana. He keeps asking me for money. And he asks for things I don't think he needs. He wants to get a computer and meanwhile the kids are wearing clothes that are falling apart. Honestly, I don't trust him. He talks about how he has to work all the time (he's a taxi driver) because he doesn't get enough money from donors. Yet, I always see him playing checkers in town and Katja runs into him at the internet cafe nearly every time she goes there. And, I often see his empty taxi parked in town. Every weekend he goes out with his friends while his wife stays home to take care of the house. I'm sure some of this is part of Ghanian culture where the woman does all the work at home, but Margaret has 13 kids to take care of as well as volunteers to feed! I'm sure that is more than most women in Ghana have to handle. He barely spends any time with the kids.
One good thing is that the kids have gotten a little better about not hitting each other. They love the "toilet game" where they pull my hand like a lever and fall between my legs. It's never boring hanging out with them. They've all got strong personalties. They are very happy children overall. They just need to learn how to control their anger.
I tried fufu for the first time today. It's cassava and yam beaten together until they turn into something that looks like bread dough. But it's the consisntency of over-chewed gum that's gotten too soft. I couldn't eat it! It's the first thing here that I physically couldn't make myself eat. Ew!!
Fufu with fish sauce...never eating this one again.
Isaac walked to the orphanage almost everyday just to help make Fufu.
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Making Fufu - it's mixed by being hit with a big stick
