There’s ants in the toilet paper again. No tellin’ what they get out of it but you can bet we make damned sure we shake them off before we wipe. It’s 10:14 in the morning and Bob and I have happy bellies full of premium leftovers, scrambled tofu, pineapple, bread and cheese. It’s becoming increasingly obvious that we love to eat.
Life is good here these days providing we rise above ongoing annoyances. Like daily power outages, dry taps and waking up at 4:30 to the sound of Muslims, Christians and roosters.
The religious zealots (and boy, does Ghana have more than their share of those) use loudspeakers to guarantee no one sleeps through their wake up call for salvation. Once in awhile I sleep through it but usually I lay there thinking, “The only thing I need saved from is this ungodly yelling!”
The roosters have no need of loudspeakers. Theirs are built-in and they are also savvy enough to choose perches with amplification potential – sills and cubbies backed by concrete walls. They crow all hours of the day and night, but are usually quiet between sundown and 3am when they have a little say and then settle back down. The 4:30 call to prayer gets them really going though and they’ll go on for an hour or two.
I used to think they were saying, “These are MY hens!” but lately it sounds more like “Cook the ROOSter!” Or kick the rooster, I’m a rooster, In the stew pot, who can know what their four alarming syllables of noise means.
It is very likely that all three groups are saying, “Pray to MY god!”
So anyway, I usually lay there for half an hour or 45 minutes before I stop trying to fall back to sleep and start my day with rich Ghanaian cocoa and warm emails from long time friends; tangy Cape Coast pineapple, a trip to the compost pile, some yoga with the NPR news, and about 10:00 something delicious.
Like I say, life is good.