I was up at four. It just happens sometimes. You know, when you wake up and your hair is wet and your skin is wet and you did NOT just get out of the shower. That awesome feeling of a blanket of heat smothering you as you try to get that extra hour of sleep. And then you give up and get up, light a candle (by now im hoping you realize that these are all symptoms of lights off in the Mozley home) and continue writing your historical investigation. Which you finally stopped in delirium at 11 last night. This post is not supposed to have a purpose or a point so if youre waiting for one, you prolly want to stop reading now. Who knows how long this is gonna be. Although i have to stop to go to school...yeah.
So yesterday on the way home from school at 5 (we had MUN meetings till then) me and my awesome friends/surrogate family, Mrs. Nansie and Alex were in a taxi. And taxis in ghana really enjoy not following traffic rules(the few that there are and no, i dont think there are actually any in writing). Which when you are in one in traffic is nice, but when they try and cut you off...well lets just say they get some pretty dirty looks from yours truly. ANYWAYS. we are in traffic and the taxi pulls onto the shoulder to get around it (the traffic).And there is a policeman up ahead and the taxi cant merge back into traffic. So the policeman( the ONE time they actually decide to enforce the nonexistent traffic laws) makes us keep going in the lane we were in. Which takes us basically back to where we started. So we got out and walked (and this is where the post turns positive. FINALLY). And it was so fun! I have so missed walking here cause i walked everywhere in Kumasi and its just not as easy or convenient here. So me and Mrs. Nansie and Alex walked home and it was a blast. Very refreshing. ok. i have to go to school now. I sincerely apologize for this post. i just felt like writing. hah.
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oh yes, walking in Ghana is so refreshing and nice...............................what?????
remember that time we walked from the internet cafe to your house? I think it was literally 20 miles.
I hate walking. But I understand the sentiment. Emily is now talking to the cupcake instead of making her bed which is conveniently located in the middle of my room. (Hmmm.... What was the message about in youth yesterday?....)
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