True warmth indeed trivializes “discomfort.” I entered the community expecting a bit of hardship and the need for adaptability, but I was still taken aback by my accommodations.

I thought that was the worst of it—until I found out I’d be using a public toilet. “I can adapt,” I told myself. But the first time I entered the facility, I truly understood the meaning of “poise and composure.” The sight that met me was, to say the least, an eyesore. No wonder the kids in the community run to the school toilet anytime the bell rings for the end of the day. The thought of using it myself made me imagine all kinds of infections I could catch.

As if that weren’t enough, the community’s only source of water was a small poly tank, available only at scheduled times. I understood why I often saw young girls trekking to the next community to fetch water in the afternoon.

It felt overwhelming at first. I tried to eat less to avoid the washroom, and I bathed with only half a bucket to conserve water.

But despite these challenges, the warmth of the community won me over. Instead of sulking or focusing on why the place was difficult, I opened myself up to their welcoming spirit. They gave me a Fante name, symbolizing acceptance, and with each call, I felt more connected. I realized that sharing their struggles meant working together to improve our lives.

We’re currently collaborating to make things better, and in my upcoming posts, I’ll share the steps we’ve taken together. 

Stay tuned, and if you have any suggestions for our community, we’d be happy to hear and consider them!