Eight Weeks

Ghana,

You make me happy,

You make me strong,

You push me through the heat,

Through the sticky moments

To the waterfalls,

To the front of the class,

To the table,

To sit and eat with strangers,

Who are my family.

Who are raising me here.

Ghana,

I am learning from you,

I am growing because of you,

You are a part of my creation,

Of me.

The me that I am today

May not appear different

May not always act different

May not even seem changed

But it’s inside,

And it’s still changing.

The everyday challenges,

Some are not challenging anymore,

What happens to challenge us changes,

And thus we change with the challenges we face.

Trying to put into one word

All that has happened,

Eight weeks,

Isn’t simple,

It’s life.

( Re-posted from http://www.ghanainspireclaire.blogspot.com/)