People love to ask, “What is your schedule?” “What is your day to day life like?” And I always laugh because so many times there is no routine, but I don’t always mind that.
Let me just share with you one day in my life. It is not a typical day, but for those of you who wondered…
Saturday, September 24, 2022
I decided to not exercise that morning because I knew I would be running around enough. I had some time with the Lord. And then, let the day begin! I was trying to figure out last minute things to throw into my suitcase for my trip to India, eat breakfast and get ready because I needed to leave the house by 8am. I was going to Kojo and Ruth’s Naming Ceremony. In Tamale we call it a Suna. The Suna was already started, surprisingly, since many programs do not start on time. One pastor led in worship. Another pastor gave a message and then spoke the name of the baby, Salome. We all had to repeat it. She was also given a Dagbanli name. I am so happy for them. They were a bit nervous with the complications Salome had at birth, but she got better and she is doing well! I went and sat with Ruth and held little Salome and talked. I took some women home after that and then ran home.
While at home I zipped up my suitcases and rolled them out the door. I shut off the water to the house and gas to the stove. I closed all my windows and curtains and shut off the lights.
Then I drove to another missionary’s house to meet with someone to get land papers. The missionaries are on Home Assignment right now. I waited an hour to get these papers from a man and he never showed up. I had another program so I could not wait much longer. I sent him a text and left. (He never responded.)
In the afternoon at 12 there was a Passing Out celebration to be a part of. PassOut is a new thing, or not new, but it has become a big deal. When a hairdresser or seamstress pass their apprenticeship they have a party. I guess, the equivalent would be a graduation ceremony. This celebration is a mix of pageant and party. The graduates dress up and show off their hair styles or gowns they have created. They have their makeup done. They do a catwalk in front of their family and colleagues. I roll my eyes, but I am proud of their hard work so let me cheer for them! They can move forward and start their own business if they want. It is a great opportunity.
The PassOut was supposed to start at 12. I arrived at 12.45 and they were still setting up canopies. I had to leave by 3.15 to catch my flight to Accra. The program started around 1.30pm. I got to see the seamstresses that I have kept my eye on the past few years. Their dresses were too bold for me but I find Ghanaians love brighter and bolder. They strutted their stuff and I cheered. I could not stay for the certificate handing out because of the time. They sent me pics later that evening. It was a success.
I then went to the airport. I changed out of my Ghana dress and put on comfortable flying clothes. I had some time to catch my breath, which I needed, because the day was not over yet!
When I arrived in Accra, I had to get a COVID test. It is still a requirement for entering India. Thankfully, there is a clinic in the Airport area. So, I wheeled my suitcases over to the place and went thru all that I needed to do. I tried not to be nervous about the results! (It was negative.) Finally, I was able to head to the SIM guesthouse where I could chill and eat something.
WHAT A DAY!!!