The Rest of the Story: Little Girl and a Yellow Fence.
The director and I were walking through a remote mud hut village that lies outside the Ghanaian city of Accra that day, it was incredibly hot and I had forgotten my water bottle. But I wanted to take pictures of the little village so badly that I decided not to worry about the water bottle, surely I would be okay until I got back from my little walk through the mud huts, talking to the people and taking pictures. One of the village men offered to walk me around the village while the director stayed behind for a meeting with the village leader. I accepted his invitation with great excitement and we were on our way.
I’m not sure if it was the red-clay dust-filled air I was breathing in or if it was the African heat and humidity that day, but it wasn’t long before my face was bright red and my breathing struggled. I didn’t know yet that I had developed adult onset asthma, and I was alarmed at how bad my breathing suddenly sounded. I finally told the kind village man who was escorting me that I needed to go back to the school so that I could get water. And then I realized that he didn’t understand me, because he turned me the opposite direction of where I knew the school was. I had to stop and talk slow and deliberate, with big hand gestures, “I have to go back to the school” I said slowly, pointing frantically down the dirt road that I knew led back to the school yet I wasn’t quite sure exactly how to get there.
Finally I saw the light go off in his head. He understood. My shirt sat soaking wet beneath my heavy camera laden back pack and I felt like I was about to collapse, but I was thanking God that we were finally heading back to where I knew I’d find water and a cool classroom to sit down in and catch my breath.
It was this day, while I was walking back to where my team was at the school that I came upon a beautiful little girl, peeking over the wooden yellow fence that surrounded her family’s hut. Here is her photo.