This morning I had this marvelous idea to paint my kitchen. I asked my counter part where I could get some pain and a brush... she went out and got me some 'paint' and found a rustic, old brush (I was laughing at how pathetic a brush it was), and away I started… after the first 5 strokes I realized that it was SUCH a bad idea…

My ‘stove room’ as I like to call it, was a nice baby blue color with streaks of dirt, random holes, and various spots where things had been re-plastered (and by re-plastered I mean re-mudded). My counterpart got a bucket and poured some water into it and then grabbed a handful of think white paint and started to mix… I suddenly had this realization that I wasn’t in America at some hardware store watching my paint get mixed… (its been taking a while to sink in that I’m really living in AFRICA). So with a watered down white mix I started to brush ‘paint’ onto to the walls trying to cover up the baby blue… about 5 hours later and only 2/3 of the way done, my walls looked like the sky with high clouds, just barley covering up the blue…

The family who’s compound I’m living in kept walking by and laughing at me, and finally they told me that they would finish it for me tomorrow… ahhh, big sigh of relief. Note to self don’t paint another room while living in Ghana… unless you have all the right utensils and good quality paint.