The Hippie Transformation

It is official. Africa has turned me into a hippie. A bona fide hippie. In the time that I have been living in Ghana, the following changes have occurred in my lifestyle:

1. I like tie-dye. That's right- horror of all horrors... Haley Elizabeth Ray has worn and will continue to wear (although in still limited and tasteful amounts) tie-dyed clothing.

2. It is not uncommon for me to go two, maybe three weeks without shaving my legs. You may think it is gross, but the way I see it? Convenient, my friend, convenient. Besides, Ghanaian women don't shave their legs so why should I?

3. I have discovered hemp jewelry and in my excess of time, really enjoy making it. It is quite fun. I have found a new hobby.

4. I am an African drumming master. Well, not master per se, but I like to think I am close haha. Actually, drumming has been going really well lately. Last week, Molly and Heather M. and I had a drumming party up on my balcony and serenaded the whole dorm with our sweet rhythms. It was AWESOME. At least until Auntie Pearl, the manager of the hostel, came and told us we were disturbing people from their 4pm naps. hehe. Devilish we are.


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In other news,

I changed my flights home and will now arrive on December 13th, 2007 at the Memphis Airport at approximately 5.00pm Central Standard time. You people who say you love me better be there! (And bring me a coat... I'll be used to African temperatures)

Also, I finished Half of a Yellow Sun. Excellent book. A wonderful historical fiction about the Nigerian-Biafran war in the late 1960's. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Warning to parents though: this book is very sexually suggestive. Probably a PG-16 read; for Dad- a PG-18 read. In fact, just don't think about the fact that I read it.... it would be easier. hahahha. But seriously, it's a really good book. It makes you think about war and the horrors associated with genocide (in this case, the Igbo genocide). It also might make you ashamed to be British, American, or Russian. We were not too kind.


That's all folks. I love you.
-H