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| The mechanic shop in the compound where I stayed. |
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| My host mother. She refused to go by any name other than "Mommy." |
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| Sammy, the carpenter, building our new library. He happens also to be the local chief. |
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| Library tables. |
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| It's on its way! (well, we made a few trips) |
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| Kid-friendly shelves. |
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| Broader view. |
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| The new sign post. Emblem design was selected through a student competition. |
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| My surprise farewell ceremony put on by the local community. They dressed me up in special garb. |
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| And decked me out with bracelets. |
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| ...and just generally went over-the-top. |
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| Meat pies and malt soda. Mmmm... (thank you British colonialists for your culinary gifts) |
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| No gathering in Ghana is complete without prayer. |
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| My host mother and some awkwardly tall white guy who just went to Ghana on a whim and hung around for eight months!! |
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