Day 3...MOTHER Africa opens my eyes

 I wake up n day 3 to a slew of messages on WhatsApp.  Apparently many people from our group had some major complaints about their rooms ranging from not having refrigerators (I didn't know we were even supposed to have them lol), to having to wait 2 hours for room service, not having hot water, t.v. not working....you know the usual first world problem shit.  Don't get me wrong, this trip was not cheap so I OVERstand the complaints, but my room was cold and the toilette was clean so I didn't really notice what wasn't right.  Needless to say, we were informed that we'd be checking out and going to a new resort later in the day.  We headed out that morning.  I was still purging, just not as much.  Today we went to a place called One Africa Guest House and Beach Resort for lunch.  This place was interesting- It consisted of multiple chalets that were sparsely furnished- this was actually more of what I thought we'd be experiencing- the chalets were very minimal, no wi-fi or A/C...just the beauty of the ocean and people running the place- we only had lunch here, but I'd definitely love to go back there and unwind.  Once again the food looked so good, but my body was still fasting and I had to respect her- Here are some pics from One Africa  https://www.oneafricaghana.com/

We leave One Africa to head to our new lodging spot,  Elmina Beach Resort https://www.elminabeachresort.net/  , we get there late in the evening.  I'm exhausted and just ready to lay down.  I was weak as I hadn't been able to eat anything from the first day.  I was consistently drinking but food would NOT go past the back of my throat.  I literally lost my ability to swallow anything that was not liquid.  This hotel was nice- the air worked, the t.v. did not lol.  I didn't care about the television though, my spirit was learning to be ok without the things that I thought I needed.  Once again I collapsed from the long day, hoping tomorrow would be better.

Also while riding through the streets we were told it was Independence Day- we got a chance to see many school children marching and celebrating...for the first time I realized how engaged the children were- how happy they seemed to be getting an education, how proudly they wore their uniforms...the contrast between them and our children is just sad.  I believe it was here that I learned who was disadvantaged and it damn sure wasn't the children of Ghana...