I have been in Ghana 100 days exactly.

Hmmm the Great Internet Crisis continues. I might abbreviate it Ghana-style (all organizations tend to have pronouncable acronyms... No matter how ridiculously they have to alter it...). So I'll call it GrInC. So I'm in the only hole of internet left in Ghana. It's getting pretty annoying.

Okay, so let's see... What do we have to talk about? Oh! My internship! So I started my internship with the Concerned Circle of African Women Theologians. They are linked to WATER (Women's Alliance for Theology, Ethics, and Ritual), the organization I worked with this summer. Two of my professors here are part of the circle and I am working with one of them on a couple of projects. The first, and far more exciting project is helping them to write a proposal for a conference about Women of Faiths and Democratization. So basically, I get to sit around and have really in-depth discussions about things like... the formation of secular Western democracy as a backlash to the political upheaval in Europe and... indigineous forms of West African governance and their inextricable links to religion. We also had a very interesting discussion about being "gender-blind" versus being "gender-aware" in both societies. Anyway, this is probably really boring for anyone not interested in this stuff but I have been craving intellectual stimulation for SO long. So it's really exciting to finally get it.

The other project, which is far less exciting but does utilized my under-resourced skills of organization, is to compile an updated and organized database of members and their contact information. Yayyyy spreadsheets.

And on a slightly different note, on Thursday we all went to see Annie's dance performance. She was in a senior project for one of the TA's in her dance class. The show was called "In Between Their Thighs" and it was about the slave trade and the rapes that occured because of it. Annie, being the Oboroni that she is, was a European slave trader. Now this show was way intense and very, very upsetting in the graphic portrayal of some of the things that happened. But the most upsetting part? The Ghanaians in the audience laughed and cheered through both rape scenes. I'm not kidding. It actually happens. And it took all of my willpower not to turn around and punch some of those boys in the face. UGH. Sometimes the insensitivity here makes me want to scream.

Anyway. Yesterday was Halloween and I have to say, I had a very American Halloween... Denise, Kym and I went shopping for costumes/things we needed to make our costumes for most of the morning and then we all got together and worked on them. I was a water bag (the things we buy for 5 cents on every street corner from the girls with bowls on their head yelling YASSSSSS PYUUUUU WATAAAAAH. - translation: Yes (or Ice) Pure Water.) I crafted it entirely myself and I have to say, I'm quite proud of the finished product. Kym was Facebook and she walked around all night bringing people together, breaking them up, reporting on various conversations our friends were having, and making people write on her wall. Annie was coming straight from her dance show so she was just going to keep her makeup on and be a man. Jenny was a baby turtle! And my personal favorites were... Lauren and Denise as John McCain and Sarah Palin (respectively). Holy crap, was their costume funny. Who knew that deep down, Lauren really did look like John McCain?? They made a ton of fliers to hand out to people and they campaigned their way up and down that party like it was their job. Which, in a sense, it was.

I cannot TELL you how UNBELIEVABLY excited I am for Tuesday. Well, I could write it all in CAPS to tell you, but that would just be really annoying. So I'm really excited. Really, really excited. We are going to some party thrown by the NYU kids Tuesday night and then taking a quick nap and getting up at 4 AM (11PM EST) to watch the results roll in. Can't wait.

So I'm going to go get ready for my crazy night. Tonight me and the other 3 non-vegetarians in our group are going to a South African game restaurant. Springbok? Yes. Zebra? You bet. I'll report back on the spectrum of deliciousity.