These Past Two Days
Since I have Internet access I want to take advantage of the opportunity to let you all know what's been up with me and my near-prison experience.

Ok, so yesterday I was planning on going back to my site/home after almost three weeks of being away on travel for training and what not. I got up around 5am to get to the bus station to see what time the bus leaves- you can't buy advance tickets on this transportation b/c they wait for the bus to fill before leaving. After taking my bath half asleep, I head out to the station with my friend Kwaku and his brother Kwami. (They've been taking such good care of me) Ok, so we get to the station around 7:30am hoping to catch the early bus. The ticket guy says the bus will leave around 12pm. And since I'm used to waiting 2-3 hours for transportation to move anywhere,I don't mind. I prepare myself to wait for almost 5 hours. I read, talk to some strangers, and rest a little until 12 rolls around and we're still sitting in the station lot with the bus not even 1/2 way full. (They always wait to fill the bus before leaving) I'm not too concerned since it's only 1 hour late. It's better getting this bus going straight to my house than having to ride about
6-8hrs to catch another one for 2hrs more. So I wait and wait and 2 o'clock rolls around. (Yes, 6 1/2 hrs of waiting) So I get off the bus and go to the ticket guy and ask him what is taking them so long. This fool gonna tell me we waiting for the driver who went to town and would be right back. That I should be patient for one more hour before we take off. So before I rip his head off, I go back on the bus and sit down. Sure enough 3pm rolls around and they pull the okey-doke on me and start loading the stuff on top of the bus. So I calm down thinking we gonna leave soon. YEAH RIGHT!!! They load the bus alright and we continue waiting. 4:30pm comes and now I'm pissed. I jump off the bus and go to the ticket guy and I don't even have to say a word 'cause he know why I'm there. He said the driver is right here, they putting gas in the bus and we gonna take off now. Ticket guy tries to hold my hand to calm me down and I almost smack him. I yanked my arm away and told him I'm angry so please don't touch me. As soon as I get back on the bus, here comes the stupid driver starting up the bus to go. By now it's 5:15. We drive for a little bit and then pull into a gas station. YES THE FREAKING GAS STATION !!! Didn't they tell me they filled it already? The driver tries so hard not to look at me 'cause I'm staring him down like it ain't nobody's business. And can you believe we sit there in the gas station for 20 minutes with the driver chillin', talking about the bus owner is collecting his money. That's when I decided that I better take my stuff and get off the bus before I really KILL this dude. I get down and he begs me to get back on and I really try to refrain from hurting him. I've been waiting for 10 hours for this bus and they gonna pull in a gas station and wait some more???!!!??? And then I find out through the driver that they were planning on stopping in another city to pick up more passengers since the bus wasn't full. I coulda killed somebody. But I ended up going back to my friend Kwaku's place and relaxed and calmed down some. I was really really angry. Now I"m in another city trying to get back home and once I get there, I ain't stepping foot on no bus for months to come.

Then today my friend Kwaku and his mom headed back to go back home. :0( I guess I didn't realize how comforting and familiar it was to have him around until they actually got in the car and left me. :0( I think it was a combination of being away from my site for almost three weeks, having lots of fun in the big cities, and spending time with my good friend that made me feel so sad when they got in the car and left. I kinda wanted to cry. I pictured them hopping on the plane and landing back at Dulles airport at home. My home!!! I can't really describe the feeling in words but it was kinda hard to accept. Like they were leaving me behind to fend for myself, which they actually were. (Lol, it sounds like I'm talking about a break up)

Ok, that's a wrap. I just needed to tell somebody. Until next time.