In the first period today, all students had sports on the timetable.
For grades 4-7, it was time to play soccer, and the younger students played sack race.
Of course, I played soccer, which impressed the boys a lot, as very few girls play soccer here.
For me, however, it was honestly very exhausting,
as we already had 33°C in the morning and the sun was shining directly on the playground.
Normally, the first period is from 8 a.m. to 9 a.m., but we played until 10 a.m.
The Ghanaians are not very strict with time. Many teachers also come late to class or go over time.
In our school in Germany, on the other hand, it would have been like this at 9 a.m.: Everyone change and off to the next class!
Today, it was the turn of the fourth grade.
After some initial shyness, a girl dared to talk to me, and then the ice was broken for everyone.
The girls admired my hair because it is so soft and asked if it is my real hair.
Here in Ghana, about 80% of people have very short, black hair.
Some women wear wigs or have braids, but very few people have long natural hair.
It would also be too exhausting in these temperatures, and it takes a long time to grow a certain length,
because people here have very fine, thick curls.
Furthermore, the girls were amazed by my apparently soft hands, my freckles, and they were fascinated
that they could see my blood through the veins on my wrist.
Finally, they asked if I was really born like this or if I had surgery...: D
On the way back home, a baby actually started crying and screaming when it saw me because it was so terrified of me.
The mother then came to us and touched my arm with the child's hand.
Here it is believed that this means we belong together and there is no need to be afraid.
It's really incredible what a different skin color can trigger.