Last night as I was lying in bed, I realized that it was the first time since arriving in Ghana I wasn’t putting in my head phones to go to sleep. I was listening to the sounds of nature sing their nighttime lullaby to rock me to sleep. This could be in part that the 3-day funeral celebration was over in my town, meaning that the whole town could sleep, and in turn I could sleep. Or it could be that there was no music blaring, or that my host papa finally turned off the radio from all the World Cup Futball Games that are taking place in South Africa. Whatever it was, it was peaceful to hear the crickets’ chirp, the frogs’ kroke, and the trees rustle in the wind.

Apparently Ghanaians think that when they are listening to music or giving a church sermon the whole world wants to be able to hear it (so they amp it up). So they amp it up, blaring it across the town so everyone can take part in what they are listening to or what they have to say. On Sunday mornings it’s almost as if the 10 churches in my small village of aprox. 500 are having a competition of who can be the loudest with what they are preaching about on that given day.