Clement is now gone. He left for Ghana on August 16th and so we are already one month closer to our reunion. As for my prospects there, it seems that midwives are in great demand so I have already been told that it will be very easy for me to get a job in the hospital or even as a lecturer at the University, the only problem is that the salaries hover somewhere around $500/mo. We have received about half of Clement's tuition for this year, for which we are incredibly grateful, and our search for funding continues.
Clement started classes a couple weeks ago and has made a few friends. He says Kumasi is beautiful, green, hot, and busy. He is not such a big fan of the food but personally I’m excited about the spicy stews and fufu. We talk for a few minutes a couple times a week; it’s never enough. I’m eager for December and I am trying to remember that four months is not an eternity.
We have set the wedding date for December 29th, the middle of the rainy season. It will be held in the village where Clement’s paternal grandmother lives. My parents will come. Clement’s dad has promised to buy a cow. I could never visualize myself with the typical wedding but now this picture . . . drums, rain, mud, feasting, dancing, my parents, hundreds of villagers, friends, and my beloved, seems perfect.
After Clement left I got pneumonia. I never had a fever just a persistent worsening cough. I finally realized that I needed treatment when walking ten feet made my heart race and left me short of breath. It took me a couple weeks but I am now finally back to my usual routine with my usual energy/fatigue.
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