MK's Road Chaos

MK’s Road Chaos

Here goes the tale of adventure mixed with fun. Yesterday morning, I woke up at 4:30 and woke up my dad. I was going with him and our two staff to Ho (South Eastern Ghana), and since I am the best waker in the family, it was given to me to wake him up. At almost 6 we set out for a day that will be remembered in history. (okay, maybe not)

We picked up the staff and off we went. Paul, our oldest staff member and soon to be a married man, has been with us since we decided to have staff, and Bright joined us last year.  After driving for about 2 hours, we reached the ferry to take us over the river. Unfortunately, the half of Ghana wanted to cross there. After waiting in traffic for almost an hour, a policeman told us of a different route that was maintained by the navy although the bridge was for private and military use only. It took us, I think, half an hour to an hour to reach it and then another hour to finally pass over to Ho. By now it was around 10ish. After this, it took us an hour to reach where we need to go, a discipleship school where we were going to present Word of Life Youth Group for them to consider using.

We arrived and set up. Following this, I was taken by Prosper, a Ghanaian who is pretty close with the missionaries there, to the missionaries house. There, I hung out with their 4 kids and Prosper till we had to go to eat with Benjamin and Vicky, fiancées working in Ho. It took forever for us to get our food even though; the waiters brought us our plates 20 minutes before we actually got it.  

We finally left Ho at four o’clock and after seeing the line to go to the ferry; we went the way be came. We were going well till our car gave up the ghost… in the middle of nowhere. (this also happens to be the seventh time our car has broken down recently, so please pray that we can get a new pick-up or SUV.) So we sat at the side of the road until someone came by who knew a mechanic in Ho. He went and came back with him and they set to work on our car and found the problem. Now he had to go look for the part which took him so long by the time he got back, it was really late. Now he set to work for the next several hours, the mechanic and us wrangled with the engine till be finally got it working.

Now we finally got back on the road, but when we arrived at the checkpoint before we could get over the bridge back into Accra, it was closed. They closed up at 10 pm. and opened at 4 am.

We asked the guard to open the gate for us, but he said, “I won’t open the gate for anyone, not even if God asked me.”

Well, after sitting there for some time, we called the emergency number written on the gate, and, thank the Lord, a Naval officer came and decided we could go through. Then we drove back home even though the engine began giving us problems when we were almost home. We arrived around 2 am.