Showing posts with label Lassia-tuolu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lassia-tuolu. Show all posts

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

My worse travel experience... Yet!!!

                          

It was a normal Sunday,  it rained a bit in the morning and the weather was gloomy, i had just returned from Tema to the Upper west region where i spent the Easter holiday. Took the night bus from Accra on a Saturday and got to Wa the capital of the Upper west region of Ghana then onward to school because school had reopened. Being a teacher in Lassia which is about forty kilometres from Wa, you have two options of getting there either taking a tro-tro (minibus) which plies the road which is one of the most uncomfortable ways of public transport to Lassia because four people have to sit on a seat actually meant for three people with some passengers sitting on the roof of the bus. Seriously its either that or going on a motorbike. But i don't have a motorbike,this is where my luck beamed in. A friend of of mine had come to Wa and was leaving for Lassia that day so i could join him.. Coming from Tema and going to school for the first time since reopening of the term, i had a lot of stuff with me likewise him, because he had come to town to buy a few things and go back to the village. So we sat on the bike and tied our stuff to the 'carrier'  section of the motorbike. We set off around 6.00 pm a typical motor bike ride from Wa to Lassia lasts about 40 minutes, the ride was ok though a bit uncomfortable but at least it was better than sitting in an overcrowded public bus. We left Wa at 6 pm it was already dark so onward we went, we rode for about 25 minutes without any hitches passing 'Varimpere' one of the villages on the road to Lassia.
Then my friend said the bike was acting a bit funny, the steering bar of the motorbike was a bit unstable so we should stop and check the back tire of the motorbike. As it was dark already, i switched on the torch on my phone to check it out and there it was a puncture. What were we supposed to do, next village was about 14 kilometres away the one behind us was also about 11 kilometres away. 
We finally had to settle down to two decisions, either we walked to the next village me carrying the things and my friend pushing the motorbike or my friend hitch hiking on a passers by motorbike to the next village to call a mechanic. We decided the latter option will be the best that i stay back in pitch darkness with our stuff  whiles he hitchhiked to call the repairer. the making of this decision was obviously the easiest part now the hardest part was getting a motorbike to hitch hike. very single rider signaled to stop would did not stop. May be they were scared we were robbers and were planning to attack them. in the meantime some of the folks living in the village before and after us passed by sitting on bicycles, when they saw us stranded they approached us and asked whats going on, we told them about the puncture, "can they please call the mechanic in their village to come to our aid?" We requested. In about thirty minutes whiles my friend was fruitlessly trying to hitchhike one of the passers by who saw us returned with a mechanic.
We now had to untie every load from the motorbike so that the mechanic could fix it. Meanwhile we were very hungry so ventured into the forest to gather some wild fruit, luckily, shea fruit was in abundance so we ate a few and was alright. It took the repairer about 45 minutes to fix the puncture but we could not go yet, because after fixing the puncture the mechanic has to inflate the tire before we can go and his pump was not functioning this meant we had to follow him to his village in order to properly inflate the tire. But tying all the load to a bike whose back tire is semi inflated to a village 14 kilometres away would be of no help at all. We decided to hide all of our things inside the forest woods a place where nobody could find them since it was dark anyway so that we can  follow the mechanic to his village for him to properly inflate the tires. 
We got to the mechanics village about 8pm and they offered us water which i quickly gulped because i was parched all the fruit eating had made me really thirsty. the mechanic then got to work, all he had to do was find a functioning pump out of his collection of pumps to inflate the tire but it took about 30 minutes to finally find a "fully functioning" pump". At last the the tire was inflated and we were good to go.
After thanking them profusely we sat on the bike and returned to where we hid our things to pick them up and move onward. that is where another drama began, we couldn't find the location where we hid the things. It was just pitch black so i marked the place by counting the trees to the village whereas my friend also had his way of marking the spot but someway somehow we both couldn't find the tree where we hid the things. It took another 15 minutes of searching with my improvised mobile phone torch light behind big trees we could see before we finally found the things. I brought some pastries from Tema and it was part of the things we hid in the forest. Ants and various creeping animals have smelt the aroma of the cake and were all over the pastries therefore we had to de-insectify the pastries before moving on which took about 10 minutes. We finally tied all our belongings to the bike and slowly but surely, moved to Lassia where we arrived safely at a quarter past 10.

Monday, 9 June 2014

My boring (not so boring) village life

I have been living in Lassia-tuolu for the past 8 months now it has been an amazing experience but sometimes it gets boring. Village life is soo fun till you're tired of it and you want to move on. Do i want to move on? ahh Yes!! partly because national service is slowly coming to an end and also because i want to tour other regions of Ghana.
Things i like about village life 
  1. Cost of living is relatively lower
  2. I get to ride a bicycle everyday 
  3. Chit chatting and the sense of community
  4. No rush/no rat race lifestyle
Things i don't like
  1. Going to the bore-hole for water but good muscle exercise though
  2. Excessive bugs and mosquitoes
  3. Inability to access petty groceries like bread
  4. Sachet water, drinking water, pure water or whatever is called tastes like satan makes it.
Being a teacher, my weekdays are not that boring. I go to work during the work week ie monday-friday the real boredom starts on the weekend especially now i've read all the books some three or four times over and watched all the movies. Only the internet keeps me company these days but the internet speed is approximately 2.2 seconds  faster than a tortise sleeping is a better option but i'm no sleeper so will find me fruit picking or taking pictures like these



Statue of st. Ignatius of Loyola







Bore hole water my "nemesis"



Monday, 2 June 2014

A beautiful day by a beautiful dam


One of the places i have lots of pictures on is the beautiful dam 15, i cannot really tell why its called dam 15 though and when i inquired from the locals no one could really tell me. Dam 15 can be found near Lassia in the Wa west district of the Upper west region of Ghana, there is no day i pass by without taking a picture of it. On a normal day, you will find kids swimming whiles young ladies wash their clothes and fetch some of the water into pots to take home.You will also find a young guy trying to catch some fish which is usually little pieces of tilapia and mud fish. The tilapia goes down really well when fried. The dam has made surrounding landscape very lush and green, it is just very pleasing to look at.
                 
Lovely images of the dam
Kid taking a swim after doing her laundry, can you spot the fisherman trying to catch some fish?
                 
Sunset by the dam

Friday, 30 May 2014

Fruit Lovin'

Where have you been all my life
My tongue unsweetened without you
My adrenalin unpumping without you
My stomach empty without you
Can we stay together for the rest of our lives
Dear shea tree say yes
Say yes and let me share the rest of my life with you
Hiding inside your porous bossom

Ntikumah-2014 AD

Well there goes my sad attempt at ever being a poet. This love poem is dedicated to the shea tree. Which you can find many here in the Upper west region. I have always know shea butter because its quite common in Ghana but i didnt know it was produced from shea fruit . The fruit is delicious now i'm hating on the people living in the north from for hiding such a nice fruit from me but anyway i am happy to have a nice experience eating it.
     
Shea trees are everywhere
A goat stuck on a shea tree guess what it was looking for?
Went fruit picking myself
Kids enjoying the fruit "after school snack"
Woman drying out fruit to make shea butter


The second fruit i'm loving is called the "yellow berry" but i 'm sure is just a convenient name given to it. To me it looks like a ripe golden cocoa pod so i've also christened it "mini cocoa". I love this fruit because all though it tastes a little sour, it has a refreshing after taste.  
"Yellow berry"
Love the rich golden colour 
Do you know the actual name of this fruit?