
I wrote this poem last dry season. We are headed into that season again. The heat is getting real and the dust is starting to fly when we drive our dirt roads. We washed and we cleaned Half the day through Then around 4 PM Our water was all through Yesterday it was electric But which one is worse I would rather have water And not just to quench thirst The toilets need flushing The dirty dishes stack high We all need a shower Maybe a sachet we'll try There is dust on the windows And dust on the floor We have cleaned most all day And still there is more It's dry season in Ghana No doubt about that The weather has us sweating Our ambitions fall flat We all shake our heads Wonder why we didn't see Missionary life Isn't what its cracked up to be!! But in the morning just maybe The water will come And with a decent nights sleep We will rise and greet the sun Because here in Ghana Is where we are meant to be And for this season We will serve faithfully.