Go and Come another day

Rainy season – what does that mean exactly? I’ve been hearing about the rainy season since my first visit here, but still can’t really figure out when it is. The best I can figure is based on a bit of trivia I heard one time: that Chicago and Seattle get approximately the same annual rainfall. Seattle would definitely be described as “rain-y” while Chicago would not. This has to be because Chicago receives most of its annual rainfall in big thunderous downpours that, while delivering a lot of water, are relatively short. In contrast, Seattle’s rain comes day in and day out for most all of the winter months (November to June!). Perhaps light, but indistinguishable and continuous.

In Ghana, December, January, February are decidedly dry and dusty. That was easy to sort out. However, it seems to rain with a fair frequency during the other months of the year, with perhaps an exception for August. So how does one define rain-y versus just rain-ing? Well, I’ve decided that April, May, June, and July seem to be the months in which it may rain all day for more than one day in a row, and thus, must be the rainy season. At other times of the year, the rains are more Chicago-esque in their power and brevity.

In any case, when it rains for long, the drainage systems are stressed to the point of failure. After that, water begins to collect anywhere it can and flooding can be rapid and dramatic. Here is a photo of the courtyard in the compound behind our building during one long rain. It was only mildly flooded, but prompted Precious’ mother to tell me about a flood that occurred when Precious was about 18 months old. They had taken her to a neighbor’s house in the compound so they could attend to their own water issues. However, the neighbor’s house also began to flood and they all fled to the next safe haven – but they forgot to take Precious. So, then 77 year old Me’ena (literally, “my mother”, the honorific for an old woman), her grandmother, waded across the already deep and angry courtyard to rescue her and carry her to safety. These days, 82 year old Me’ena is nearly deaf and shuffles along without any of the new arthritis miracle drugs available elsewhere. But she loves to laugh and does my laundry every week. She charges three times what I could pay the woman who cleans our office, but every time Precious has new flip-flops, shorts, or t-shirts and says “grandma” when I comment on them, I figure it’s the best $6.00 a week I can spend.
XO