“Thank you is for weak people. I’m doing this because I can. I don’t need gratitude.”
I spent Easter weekend in the Eastern Region for a festival taking place in the Nkawkaw/Kwahu area. Laura, an exchange student from Belgium, lives there and her host family graciously allowed seven of us to stay there.
On Saturday night we went out to a “street carnival” where there was a lot of music, food, drinking, and dancing. We stayed out until a little after 11 and then decided to come home. We were out with Laura’s host brother, Ahmad; he had wanted to stay until early the next morning, but with some convincing he came with us.
When we arrived at the *compound, Laura’s house was locked. She had the key, but her host mom or dad had used the deadbolt from the inside. It was late, we were tired, and we didn’t have any beds. Laura, in desperation, went to her brother’s house and asked him what she should do. Ahmad and I had become friends during the festivities and he called me over as they were talking.
Ahmad’s room was small and had only a mattress in the middle of the floor, a suitcase full of clothes in the corner and an ironing board pushed against the wall. He asked me if he pushed the mattress against the wall, laid a mat on the floor and gathered up his things, would it be possible for the seven of us to sleep there. He would sleep on the floor in Ishmael, his brother’s room. Laura would sleep on one of those sun reflectors that are used in car windows. He was so nervous in asking me – almost as if he were sure I would say it was beneath me.
In reality, I was touched. He gave up his room and bed for a group of exchange students locked out of the house. I told him that it would be perfect and that it was so kind of him. Laura and I helped him get everything arranged and I was sent to tell the others.
They weren’t happy about it, but they all agreed. We fit four on the mattress and two girls and I took the mat. Ahmad came in one last time asking if everything was okay. I thanked him profusely for the sacrifice he had made. He refused my thanks, and went to bed.
I didn’t sleep that night, but it will forever remain a night I will look to with gratitude toward a person I had only met that day.
*Compound Homes are common in Ghana. One family will build separate houses all facing each other. It creates sort of a courtyard. They are ideal because a tradition of extended families living together still stands here.
--Ahmad
I spent Easter weekend in the Eastern Region for a festival taking place in the Nkawkaw/Kwahu area. Laura, an exchange student from Belgium, lives there and her host family graciously allowed seven of us to stay there.
On Saturday night we went out to a “street carnival” where there was a lot of music, food, drinking, and dancing. We stayed out until a little after 11 and then decided to come home. We were out with Laura’s host brother, Ahmad; he had wanted to stay until early the next morning, but with some convincing he came with us.
When we arrived at the *compound, Laura’s house was locked. She had the key, but her host mom or dad had used the deadbolt from the inside. It was late, we were tired, and we didn’t have any beds. Laura, in desperation, went to her brother’s house and asked him what she should do. Ahmad and I had become friends during the festivities and he called me over as they were talking.
Ahmad’s room was small and had only a mattress in the middle of the floor, a suitcase full of clothes in the corner and an ironing board pushed against the wall. He asked me if he pushed the mattress against the wall, laid a mat on the floor and gathered up his things, would it be possible for the seven of us to sleep there. He would sleep on the floor in Ishmael, his brother’s room. Laura would sleep on one of those sun reflectors that are used in car windows. He was so nervous in asking me – almost as if he were sure I would say it was beneath me.
In reality, I was touched. He gave up his room and bed for a group of exchange students locked out of the house. I told him that it would be perfect and that it was so kind of him. Laura and I helped him get everything arranged and I was sent to tell the others.
They weren’t happy about it, but they all agreed. We fit four on the mattress and two girls and I took the mat. Ahmad came in one last time asking if everything was okay. I thanked him profusely for the sacrifice he had made. He refused my thanks, and went to bed.
I didn’t sleep that night, but it will forever remain a night I will look to with gratitude toward a person I had only met that day.
*Compound Homes are common in Ghana. One family will build separate houses all facing each other. It creates sort of a courtyard. They are ideal because a tradition of extended families living together still stands here.
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