Water.

Yesterday, before going to visit Mary & Sarah at their school, Kenz and I hung out with Miss Jane and her family at her house. As they were preparing lunch for Kenz and I, I asked if there was anything I could help with, so Joanna said, "Carly, you can come with me", as she handed me a pail of water. We walked down to the water tank station, where you pay about 4-5 cents per bucket of water. This was such a dynamic concept to me--paying for water "as you go"--sort of like cell phone minutes or something...perhaps we would all use water more sparingly if we paid as we went, rather than paying an online water bill each month?

I stood under a large spout, as the water splashed into my bucket (and onto me!). At first, my head was tilted too far forward, splashing and sloshing over the rim above me---all of the Ghanaians were laughing and hooting and hollering. It was hilarious for them to see me, an "obruni", attempt to carry a bucket of water on my head. They kept saying "Take it with care. Walk with care."

It is a LOT heavier than it looks. God bless those Ghanaian women. They are without a doubt some strong, strong women.