This past Saturday the girls and I decided we were going to venture out and see where we are living, so we walked about two miles to the next village. It was a pleasant walk; we passed people working on farms nestled in hills surrounded by ancient trees and other green vegetation, there are red dirt clay paths that lead to homes or farms, mountains in the distance, and a heavy sun but nice breeze. We were greeted and welcomed by those we passed on the road, many also asked where we were going and why.
Once we arrived in the village we purchased a large bottle of water and a loaf of bread for 10,000 cedis (which is only $1). While taking our break we were greeted by two young men, a refugee from Liberia and a student from Togo, and they offered to show us around the village. During this walk I quickly noticed that my presence was providing entertainment for the locals. I was a spectacle, the four white girls were a spectacle. Children would gather in groups and stare, or run up the street, or follow us, or stand on their porch, and yell: "Obrouni! Obrouni!" (white person). Men and women would watch as we passed and some would ask: "Woho te sen?" (how are you?). The men we were with said the people in this village never see white people unless they are driving through in a car, they never actually walk through... although it was indeed an unusual experience I realized we were making ourselves available to be watched and spoken to, and we were a reflection of any notions they may have about Westerners, so we smiled and waved, and responded in a much Twi we could remember.
