Mount Gemi (Day 12)

Placement was pretty boring today, no clients showed. I literally started and finished a novel (third book within a week timespan, oh how I miss television!). Today’s topic of discussion was same sex relations and marriages. The social workers inquired if it was illegal or legal in America for the same sex people to be together. I proceeded to inform them that America was battling for quite some time about legalizing same sex marriages and that our law finally allows people within the LGBTQ community to have equal rights. In Ghana, same sex relationships and marriages are considered unlawful and therefore they can be arrested for such a thing.

They then ask for confirmation of America being a Christian nation and how the two are contradicting. I briefly informed them that despite Christian holidays being forced onto calendars, many individuals have different religions and believe in other forms of God. They have the freedom of religion and that the church and state are supposed to be separate. They then asked if I am a Christian, which I am, and if I frown upon gay people….

In church, one is taught that same sex relationships and marriages are against God’s wishes. In social work, one is taught to except everyone for who they are and what they are. Before studying social work, I had a voice of my own despite what my Apostolic Church has taught me. Matthew 7:1–2 states, “Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.” Romans 3:23 states, “For all have sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God” …so who exactly am I to judge people? I am no perfect person; therefore, I love everyone.

Nonetheless the social workers found it interesting that I am Christian Social Worker, who accepts people in the LGBTQ community.

After placement, we went hiking on Mount Gemi. Emmanuel initially was supposed to go with me but he wasn’t feeling well so Mary accompanied me (unprepared, wearing a business dress and sandals, it was such a struggle). The hike was a tad bit steep and very rocky. One slip and I would have been rolling down to the village. I am naturally a fast walker (Cass taught me, walking from the first floor to the sixth before the bell rings) but the tour guide told me to enjoy the hike and slow down. For me to not be too fond of outdoors, I seem to always end up on a hike or an adventure outside. I was just eager to get to the top to see the view but I slowed my pace down…We eventually reached the top and there was a huge cross (I think because God knew I barely was going to make it due to the burning sensation within my thighs). The real reason behind the cross is …often people within the village hike to the peak of the mountain for the peaceful aroma to pray and meditate. The view and sound of nonetheless left me in awe!

On a previous hiking trip, a guide stated that no one every die climbing up Mount Everest but going down eh…this statement is always in the back of mind anytime I have to hike back down. As rocks shifted underneath my feet, sliding, I so wished that we could zip line down (but this isn’t Puerto Rico)! This has been literally the rockiest hike I’ve done. I basically held the guide hand the entire way down 😩.

Home base was next on my agenda, where the water was steaming hot for three minutes of my shower (I just want to thank God for the small blessings!). This is the first hot shower I have had since leaving America, who knew hot water is a privilege and that I could shower that quickly!

Side Note: I think my staff think I am their American Princess, who needs a Prince or some shit 🙄 (by the way, this is my favorite emoji) because now Francis (the driver) is trying to play make matcher. I promise they think this is I have to go before I walk into my very own surprise wedding ceremony! 🤣

The countdown back to what is known begins!