Lasty week in Volta

Since our last post we have had one final week in the Volta home and are now in a nearby city Ho, about an hour and a half south. We had an eventful and last week in Volta which ended up being our most enjoyable and we found ourselves genuinely sad to leave the place. It was all a bit christian and mental though and we are glad to be away from a lot of the aspects of it.

Sophia left last sunday and loads of the kids cried again. Also something wierd happened in the night which we only found out a couple of days later that one of the older boys Pesebu had to leave the home. We don't know anything about what happened or why he had to leave, just another example of things going on here without us knowing and no one bothering to keep us informed. Its stuff like that which made me really dislike Volta home, the adults always keeping things from you and playing mind games. We got to move into a bigger room as Jonas and his girlfriend Rebecca were coming back and had previously been in our room. We went to church for the last time, thankfully. Grandpa told us that lesbians and abortion clinics caused Hurricane Katrina, Joseph was a second Jesus and England was written about at length in the bible and was called Tassie. He is without doubt one of the strangest people I have met and I hope to never have to see him again. It rained all afternoon so no electricity so couldn't watch Ghana in the final of whatever wierd tournament that Congo can get to the final of, i'm pretty sure they have more pressing concerns at the moment.

Monday-kids didnt have school due to some extra holiday that the teachers made up in the morning. The school here is a joke.

Tuesday - taught lots of English lessons about verbs and adverbs with varying degrees of success. Josephine was brilliant as per usual, it would be impossible to teach her class if she wasn't in it as she basically has to translate everything into Eve for the other kids as their English is so bad. Played with Elikplim and James in the afternoon. Had a couple of beers with Kris in Ve Deme which was nice then the Dutch builder from down the road gave us a bottle of champagne.

Taught a lot more lessons Wednesday and Thursday. Grandpa told us that trees dance and some other nonsense. Three more baby goats were born. These were really nice days and we really felt sad to be leaving the kids. Also met some led who was working for the UN and had set up an HIV orphanage who was really sound and talked to us about loads of the work he was doing. I wished I had worked for him for a month rather than in Volta as he was really positive about the potential of all the kids. All the adults here ever do is tell them how useless they are and beat them. In the evening even devotion was good as the usual christian durge's were replaced with African songs accompanied by drums. I realised it wasn't the bleak lyrics of the christian songs that bored me but more the fact that they were sang as if they were being forced. The african songs were refreshing and lovely.

Friday - our english lesson was cancelled in favour of a rant from grandpa to the kids followed by a film about a school which descended into drug dealing. It wasn't suitable for the kids at all. In the evening we had a lovely banku dinner outside with spicy green salsa. Beki leant her camera to Isaac and John who managed to delete all her 400 photos which was absolutely gutting and just made us feel like shit really.