Some of the people I met in Zamsheigu. It's mostly men due to the fact that at this time, the women are mostly busy fetching water, cleaning, or cooking, though the gender roles are improving here.
A really, really, big tree.
Ignore the breast-feeding child. This picture showed the least nipple out of all the ones that were taken...
Quite typical in the area: after a rain the roads get washed out by water. In past years, the water has been as high as the bridge. The day after this, the road became impassable.
My first taste of pito, a locally brewed alcohol of some sort.
What you can't see is the entire village staring at me and laughing in disbelief that a white person would try farming. That or I was just terrible at it.
A man in the village captured 30 of these guys because they were destroying his crops. Only three are still alive :(
This building started to develop cracks and eventually collapsed. It's now used to house the monkeys.
Pepper pounder.
The only child in the village that still cried and ran away from me by the last day that I was there. I was the first white person to ever stay a night in the village.
Peter!
Nari, typically farmed by women.
Groundnuts mixed with some maize (or is that sorghum?)
Yam mounds. Each of these has to be made by hand - not an easy task.
Paul, one of the few local people that I could communicate with, standing in front of some cassava.
They tied his hands behind his back so that he would run on two legs...
The watering hole in the wet season. It's located a 35 min walk from the community over rough terrain, and it dries up up come January.
John.
This borehole is about 3km away, and the community that owns in charges other villages a fee to use it, so most settle for the natural well shown before. There has been three failed attempts to find water in Zamsheigu (costing the village about $15,000).
A 20 foot termite mound.
Another massive termite mound.
The Oti, located a 3 hour walk from the village, and the only source of water for the village from January to April. The women make the journey each day starting at 2:30AM.
The kind of terrain the women must walk over while carrying 70 pounds of water on their head.
To the left of this is 100m cliff.
A very surreal moment: reading Christian Children's Fund of Canada letters.
Note to Canadians: most Ghanaians have no idea what a Christmas tree is.
Me getting owned at football.
The aftermath.
Pounding cassava.
He just had to grab himself when they took the photo...
Any attempt at taking a family photo (the women and her two children) was spoiled by dozens of swarming children.
Quite possibly the cutest little girl ever.
The person who wrote this has never stepped foot in a classroom, but has taught himself how to read Likpakpaln and English and can solve basic math problems. Impressive.
A family in a fishing community near the Oti. None of the children in the photo go to school.
