Today I went and talked to my contact at the Legal Aid board. Tomorrow we are arranging Twi lessons with a teacher at a local international school. It’s a primary school, but they teach Twi as a second language there, and it’s not like I’m good enough that the primary focus really matters. I’m still solidly at the Dick and Jane level. (It’s hot. It burns me. I’m going to bed. I will sit here. I am sitting here. I sat here. How are you? I’m fine. I’m from Canada. I’m a great big dork… wait, I don’t know how to say that last one).

There isn’t much going on here. There is a lot of soccer buzz, because the Africa Cup of Nations (Cup of African Nations?) is being held in Ghana right now. There were some people who came to stay at the house as they bounced from city to city following the games. I gave them some advice on neat things to see, embarrassed myself by not knowing where Borneo is, and then they left.

I’m feeling a little under the weather today, nothing tropical, just a chronic pain flare-up. I think I’ll just rest for the day, and maybe review my old Twi journals. Maame (Twi for mother) has an incredible willingness to read through them with me, and I find that the vocab is comes back when I read them. She also helps me with pronunciation, although I speak Twi with quite the humourous English accent according to her son.

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