Silly minger

Hello! Just at the internet cafe and thoght i'd write a little message to u all whilst im sweating like a horse, its schvitzing!

Here's a day by day account since Monday:
Monday -
First day at work, my "direct supervisor" Alhassan taked me through everything the NGO does. Its called Wuni Zaligu Development Association (WUZDA), it focuses on tackling poverty and improving development with community based research and advocacy training.
Later in the day went to the police station to get a police report for my stolen bag. Ive never seen anything like it! I went with two work colleagues and Peter we found the superintendent who directed up towards the Tamale commander's office, we went in to see this hge man sitting behind a massive desk looking like he owned the world. After 2 mins of explaining my siuation to him he rudely dismissed us from his room by ignoring us, looking out the window and doing up his boots. We left and went back to the superintendent to ask if he could help, he arranged with 2 other police officers to write a police report for a fee of 10 Ghanain Cedis (about 5 pounds). Whilst waiting for it to written the men from the cells were staring at me from behind bars and started shouting at me "how are you?!" ignoring them i tryed to explain to the ghanain police officer what tefillin were, whilst another officer shouted at the inmates to be quiet. Whilst waiting the police had a change of shift and the new ones came to pick up their weapons from the store room. The door to the room looked as flimsy as a bit of soggy paper, not inspiring much confidence about the security of rows of AK47s and buckets of bullets.

Tuesday -
Birthday! Jo and Pnina brought out cards and presents from my family and had a little sing-song of "happy birthday".

IVE RUN OUT OF TIME ON THE COMPUTER BUT WILL TRY AND CONTINUE THE BLOG COS I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL!