The Night Bus to WA

The Night Bus to Wa
I have come to the Upper West Region of Ghana, visiting our Mission Society colleague Sue Kolljeski. Sue is an active blogger [her blog] who was investigating the Ghana field about the time we were leaving it in 2008. She has built a thriving ministry in Lawra, and I have come to visit Sue to see her in her context, to meet her friends, and get to know her ministry which I can’t do remotely.

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Sue and Sydney waiting with me for the night bus to Wa.

Right now we are waiting in Accra for the night bus for to Wa. Though you buy a particular seat on the bus, the loading is still the mad rush and press that passes as a queue in West Africa. On board and situated, a boy preacher appears and shouts a message but without much enthusiasm. He looks to be 15 and shouts in a language I don’t hear, but I do recognize it is memorized. As he is finishing, the driver comes back and says “Hey! Get Out!” The boy spits out a few more words, blesses us, and leaves. As the young boy exits, another starts to preach, but the driver has had enough and kicks him out too.

Our bus came with Nigerian Films at deafening volume.

Then there is a bit of a crisis. Someone is sitting in the seat reserved for the guard, and doesn’t want to move. Very strange in this culture, really in any culture, as normally the guy carrying the AK47 gets his way.  There is some shouting and without threat a new seat appears, the guard takes HIS seat and our journey begins.
Ghana is in a fuel crisis. Petrol, or gas as we call it has not been available for about a week, and the roads are noticeably less frantic, less crowded with cars. About the only vehicles on them are running diesel, LPGas or black market gasoline (at $15/gal). Everyone on the bus is wondering how the crisis is going to affect our trip but thankfully it is a diesel bus, and sure enough after leaving he stops to top up. The same happens in Kumasi after our 1:00 am comfort stop, and who can blame him, no one knows what the fuel situation will be in Wa.

sunrise on the savanna

12 uneventful hours later we arrive in Wa.

Sue on the Tro-Tro to Lawra


Sue and I travel with Sydney, a Peace Corps volunteer serving in the same village as Sue. Mama Sue sends Sydney to bargain a taxi to the tro-tro station, and two bumpy hours later the tro comes home to Lawra.


Post Office Excitement: A Package from home!

First we head to the post office to pick a package, and then find a Yaabaa (motocycle/pick-up) to Sue’s house and the first bathroom I’ve seen for 10 hours.
A Yaabaa is a small pickup truck, powered by a motorcycle and translated from the local language literally means disastrous. I call it fun!

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