Blogging at last. One more week and I will officially have lived in Accra for 3 whole months. So much have happened since I've last blogged. I've gone through so many emotional highs and lows till at one point I don't recognize that girl in the mirror. But now that the world cup has ended, the booze has run dry, I felt I've really came one full circle and back to where I am and what I want in the first place. Time to do some soul searching once again.
I remembered I left Singapore because of my miserable well-paid job in AH. It was pure desperation that drove me to say 'yes. I'm going Ghana'. I remembered I cried on my first night here, wondering how would I survive one year of 3rd degree worldliness. But as the Ghanaians said, 'You'll get used to it.' And I did. Wondrously...
On one hand, I had a good social life. This is probably the first time I meet different people every week from all over the world. Someone did tell me before that in Ghana, you can't make friends by choice. You make friends because you have to survive or else rot in boredom after work holed up in your room. I am truly thankful that I made good friends and networks although sometimes I really question the means by which we were introduced.
I'm coming to the downside of it all that cause me to question my whole character. In Accra, the only form of entertainment present is clubbing and drinking. I swear I didn't know that I've got slick dance moves in me till now and I certainly am very surprised that I allowed myself to get intoxicated with alcohol every week. I realize one doesn't mind smoke so much when one is drunk. I remembered I couldn't stand the stench of cigarette smoke in Singapore but here it seemed like my nasal senses are somewhat numbed... maybe because half the people around me smoke? Oh... that includes the **** *** whom I ****** - of which it should have never happened had I been sober.
Phew... am glad that I managed to vent it off finally. Gtg now.... bb
