This past weekend, I traveled with another student/newly designated, obroni brother to our home-stay outside Accra. (Obroni/Oburoni means white person in Twi). We arrived Friday evening after swerving through back roads for an hour and the gates of the local senior high. We were immediately greeted by the headmistress of the school and her five-year old daughter. An hour of face games and entertaining dance moves later, we were introduced to the rest of the family--our eight, new Ghanaian siblings and Pastor Dad.
Because of the father's role at the local Pentecostal church, the majority of my weekend was spent in religious celebration, including my attendance on Friday at an all-night service from 12 a.m. - 6 a.m. The family's second-oldest son, Reginald, translated the sermon from Twi to English between the flickers of my consciousness and tried to inspire me to dance, which worked for the first few hours. On Saturday, we went to chorus rehearsal and, on Sunday, church. By the end of the weekend, I had learned multiple gospel songs in Twi and no longer felt discomfort dancing in public in the middle of the day/post-midnight.
The rest of my time was spent eating and walking through the town with my NYU brother and Reginald. We met barbers, seamstress and little kids who pointed unashamedly but giggled bashfully. Reggie told us to respond to our obroni shout-outs by pointing back and replying, "obibini," i.e. black man.
We also ran into the house of Asomoah Gyan, the famous Ghanaian soccer player who apparently raps, as well. Though he was out of town, our host-family has met him before and promised me an alert upon his return. Considering I had already bought his jersey and had previously only dreamed of meeting him, this news kept me skippy throughout the remainder of the day and pumped for the upcoming commencement of the Ghana Premier League season.
After some direction mishaps, we arrived home Sunday evening exhausted but pleased and with a significant increase to each of our family trees.