The Beginning

This is my blog of my African Adventure. It is not intended for the very young, the frail, or nursing mothers. If you have any phobias, like the fear of mysterious wonder, I'd advise you to saddle your horse and prepare to flee at a moments notice. Why this warning? Because things happen in Africa, baby- mysteriously wonderful things!

To prepare you for what you are about to read, here is the cast of Peace Corps Ghana, Casimir Edition:

Me: Your humble narrator: 28 years old; degrees in Anthropology and German, working as an Environmental volunteer. Likes: chopping stuff, chicks, beer, and my kitty.

Konkonte: My little teenaged kitten, thinks she knows everything. Her hobbies include sleeping and meowing. She enjoys applying chaos math in her quest to quantify cat behavior.

Bella: Inherited from a previous volunteer, Bella is the town slut cat. If there's a a tom, she's done him, and if there's a bastard cat child, she's had it. Reeking of cat musk, she prowls nightly for her next hit, cut, or joint. Her daughter, Konkonte, does not know her who her own father is, but it's rumoured to be White-Cat.

Chicken Hoard: Constantly replenishing their stock, they are unstoppable. By the time you hear the cock's crow, it's already too late. Their secret weapon: their near insatiable urge to crap everywhere and on everything.

Goat Cabal: Their only mission is to eat everything living in the stealthiest way possible. Their ultimate goal? Your first born child.

Ghanaian Neighbors: The hardest working people in the world. I doff my hat to you all. Some or your kids are lazy nogoodniks, however. They will be introduced in a case by case basis as is warrented.

So these are the people to know- but be prepared for surprise cameos as we go on.

Take care and eat well!