word up, my friends... this is Ben, and, despite our expectations of having functioning internet access at the school we're working at, it's been down for awhile. So, of course, that translates into a shaky start for our little blog thinger. And even now as I type, I have only 12 minutes left on my internet cafe hour, so, since I don't have time to share how incredible the past few days have been or how many high-fives we've given or how many chickens are roaming the streets, I thought I'd write you a little poem.
"Ode to Ghanaian Drivers: A Limerick by Benton Brown"
You may find yourselves wond'ring why
Ghana drivers make me want to cry.
They don't stay in lanes,
The horn-blowing's insane.
If I drove here, I'd literally die.
Thank you. More actual blogging to come.
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The lines are okay but the limerick has something to be desired, my dear friend. Still to your day job!
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