Saturday- Christ Outreach Orphanage

Today we visited her orphanage. It is in Kasoa, which could take 20 minutes but todays traffic was especially bad and it took at least an hour +. Kasoa is outside of Accra, but sorta still an outskirt of it. Once in town there are just people everywhere. Every street (like Teshie where we visited on Thurs) is just lined as far as you can see wide and also deep of people selling stuff. There is no gap where there isn't a make-shift shop and then you have all the people (mostly women) weaving in an out with stuff on their heads. As we go through traffic your car is approached with anything from doorbells to plungers. I suppose if you're in traffic long enough you could do all your shopping. 
When we arrived Emm did not start crying, but didn't look happy. She was quiet and as her friends approached and wanted to grab her to go play, she pushed them away. We were told later that is "snubbing them" as she is now special with a mommy and daddy. She smiled for a few of the pictures and did relax fairly quickly not clinging to us. This orphanage is not as nice as the other. We didn't see anything anywhere outside except for the benches the adults were sitting on some shoes as the kids took them off to enter each room. It's an open courtyard building and as we entered each room I was so saddened. The kids rooms contained only beds and they were so dirty. Once small piece of foam with a dirty sheet over it. The kitchen looked like something from the 1800's. A few pots and pans but they told me their main cooker had broken and so the girl was "fanning" the fire as she was making palm nuts into a soup. We saw some pigeons inside (they were free to fly away but were probably being coaxed to stay by being fed) that they confirmed replaced chicken. The kids (sorry if I wrote this in a previous post) only get chicken at Christmas and only a small piece. We were shown her school room but there was only one bench in it. Mmm, I have no idea where they store the books, paper, desks or ??? Another room had a chalk board with some very difficult algebra written on it. We think they copied this from something for show for us as I can't imagine any of those kids could do that. I never saw toys. Beyond 3 posters in the sitting room I saw no pictures. Dirt and cement is what that place is made of.
We were dropped off at Southern Fried Chicken once back in town. Chicken and Rice again is all she wanted.