(This is a picture of the semi that side swiped and took out the whole highway on the way to Kumasi. Rather than wait, we drove off the road, up onto the grass, and around the truck. Don't get in the way of a good lawyer in Africa. He's going to get there.)
Well, to start, I’m in Ghana, and that is a good thing. I was supposed to have arrived last last Sunday morning, but there were some difficulties in New York. Because of some misinformation, including the woman at the check-in desk specifically telling me that you didn’t need a Visa to go to Ghana, I hadn’t acquired one and got on the plane in Salt Lake. In JFK, the check-in at the gate saw that I didn’t have one, took my ticket, tore it up, and refused to let me on the plane. That was at 5 pm, and after hours of arguing at desk after desk and trying to figure things out, I caught a plane for D.C. and spent the weekend with my parents working out the Visa. On Tuesday morning I ran to the Ghana Embassy in D.C., picked up my Visa, and ran and caught my flight back to New York and on to Ghana.
I arrived Wednesday morning, and took the day to unpack, go shopping, and sleep. On Thursday morning, I went into the Church Offices next to the temple with a senior missionary couple (the Stubbs) and met with my supervising attorney, Mr. Goh, there. He told me that a witness that his opponents had been looking for had been found so he needed to leave for Kumasi (which is over 200 km away) as soon as possible. So, I packed my bags and jumped in the car. Roads in Ghana aren’t like roads in the U.S. At their best they’re like a small, two-lane highway with lots of pot holes. For the rest, they’re dirt roads with even more pot holes. And it was pouring rain, with extremely heavy traffic, and it got dark. In Ghana, because there aren’t lots of cities with lots of lights, when the sun goes down, it gets really dark. Anyway, after a harrowing journey, we arrived in Kumasi Thursday night at 10 pm and quickly found a hotel and went to bed. In the morning, we rushed to the court house only to find that the witness that had been found was sick and therefore the case would have to be rescheduled. So, they rescheduled, we stayed in the court room to observe other proceedings for a bit, and then we got in the car and headed back to Accra. We didn’t get back until 6 pm.
(I'm inserting a crazy story here.)
Because I packed up so fast I forgot my shoes when we got to Kumasi in the morning we drove down to the market to get me a pair, and we didn't park. We're driving down the street, and Mr. Goh sees a shoe salesman so he rolls down the window and just yells at the guy. The guy runs up with some shoes, and Mr. Goh starts yelling at him, and the guy starts yelling back, and all of a sudden I'm trying on shoes in the passenger seat and there's people honking at us because he never pulled over. So, I got a new pair of shoes in downtown Kumasi on my way to court. Not a whole lot of people can post that in a blog.
So, hopefully that isn’t the typical work week that I’ll be having here in Accra. I thought it was very interesting, and I’ll write about what I’ve learned so far, even though it’s not necessarily connected to what would be a more ordinary work product for an extern.
What I’ve learned:
1. It definitely pays to have a cool head, in any situation. In JFK the last desk I had to work with to figure out my flight and Visa had only presented me with two options, either stay in New York with no car, clothes, or money until Tuesday on my own dime, or buy a new ticket to Salt Lake, and buy a whole new ticket to Ghana. Instead of rashly deciding between two very expensive and not helpful choices, I decided to not decide right away (which the man at the desk did not appreciate at all, and his name was Charity (really, it was)), call my wife, and figures things out. She actually suggested I call my parents, and between calling her and them we figured out that flying to D.C. and staying with them for the weekend and getting the Visa would be a much better option. That night in JFK was a high stress situation, but I was able to come away with the best outcome because I didn’t cave into the stress. I did feel very close a couple of times. But things worked out.
2. A relaxed attitude (but still hardworking) about things is probably the best attitude to have in order to walk away from this externship having enjoyed it. The trip to Kumasi was a prime example. I could have gotten really upset because the case was rescheduled, I mean, I wasn’t happy, but I decided to make the best of it, and enjoyed getting to know Mr. Goh and seeing the African country side. The trip itself could have been stressful, because the driving here is insane. We haven’t even really worked things out because Mr. Goh has explained only roughly where his office is (in downtown Accra) and what he wants me to do. Part of me would like to stress out because I’m in a foreign country, I don’t really know what I’m going to be doing for my externship, and tomorrow I’m going to be walking in downtown Accra looking for his office. But I decide not to be stressed. I’m going to work hard, do the best I can, and enjoy the experience. Getting stressed about it would be a waste of time because it wouldn’t accomplish anything. I think the culture is just different here.
On a final note, I think one doesn't realize how much they miss someone else until they find themselves halfway across the world, eating yogurt with Arabic labels, reading up on an African country's legal system late at night, which isn't really late at night to their body but actually noonish, and cursing blogger for erasing a first try at a post because of horrible African internet. I mean . . . one . . . yes . . . one would probably realize that under such hypothetical conditions . . . Just kidding, I'm talking about me. Yeah, I miss you, Mariah. I think I finally get why people say, "distance makes the heart grow fonder," and that's a great saying and all, but I'd be okay if the two weeks melted away in hard work. Anyway, life is good, life is good. Living the great adventure, eh?