Day eight of the Ghana road trip: a prophet in the night.
Around midnight, the fan went off. I woke up immediately because as soon as that happened, I became aware of how hot it was.
Just as I was drifting off, I heard a very loud man’s voice. He seemed to be shouting nonsense in several languages. The shouting went on, on and off, for a couple of hours.
Daybreak came. I dressed, went outside and waited in the reception area for our guide to arrive so we could go on the village walk. Stanley was up and around now, then the guide arrived.
“I’m sorry about that shouting during the night,” he said. “The man lives in the village. He is crazy.”
Just then the village crazy man poked his head over the wall and started shouting again. There was something about religion and not trusting the government. Maybe he wasn’t crazy. Maybe he was a prophet. I took out my camera, and Stanley started laughing. He couldn’t believe some of the things I was taking pictures of. But being remembered in West Africa is important.
The guide explained to us that because of the rain, many houses in Sirigu village were having problems. Some were flooded, and some were having problems with walls in danger of collapse. Also, last night’s rain had turned the SWOPA yard into a muddy, slippery mess. The path to the village would be the same way. Because of all of this, we would not be able to do the village walk, but we could visit just one home.