In a few days, I’ll be leaving Ghana. Time flies by.

Monday was my last day at Radio Univers. I didn’t realize my co-workers would be so heartbroken (not really, but they do express slight sadness towards my departure). Then again… I am quite oblivious towards most things. For example, on my last day, I was in the presence of Ohemaa Mercy, an award-winning Ghanaian gospel musician, and I had no clue.

Before every show, the host tells me the topics we’ll be discussing for the day. We were discussing a Ghanaian musician’s decision to decline an endorsement deal and the Musicians’ Union of Ghana (MUSIGA) elections – both of which I was unfamiliar with. I didn’t say much because I wasn’t sure what to say and they happened to be speaking Twinglish (my new word for Twi and English). I found myself reading articles on my phone until I looked up halfway through the show and three strangers walked into the studio. Two of which were now occupying the seats of my other co-hosts.

“Should I get up?” I asked like an idiot as I turned around to a 6 foot 3 man towering over me. Needless to say, I got up and let him sit.

“Do you know who she is?” asked the host who pointed to the lady sitting in between the two large men. I innocently said no in which led to my host bursting into laughter while the lady pursed her lips in bitter resentment towards me. Sorry, I’m an oburoni. Soon enough, I realized I was in the presence of an award-winning Ghanaian gospel singer.

The show ended and everyone gathered around her to get pictures – mostly selfies – and then she passed out free concert tickets to everyone except me. Once again, sorry I’m an oburoni.

The next day at the Alliance for Reproductive Health Rights (ARHR), no one showed up. In fact, I am writing this as I sit in my desk for the last time and there is not one person in this office and it’s 10:45 a.m.

Update: It’s 11:15 a.m., and no one is here. Did I miss a memo?

Update: It’s 11:30 a.m., and guess what? The generator turned off five minutes ago, so we thought it was our time to go. I have wanted to eat my leftover pide the entire time I have been here but I was waiting until lunch. When the power went off, my initial thought was, “Oh no! I never got to heat up my pide.” But the help turned it back on, so we remain here, taking advantage of the Wi-Fi and A/C and soon enough, the microwave.

Update: It’s 11:33 a.m. The Wi-Fi has stopped working. Not sure what we do from here. Perhaps I’ll heat up my pide.

Update: It’s 11:38 a.m. I have heated up my pide and the Wi-Fi works again

Update: It’s 11:45 a.m. I finished the pide and there’s still no one here – no surprise there.

Update: It’s 12:11 p.m. We are leaving.

What a way to end both of my internships. Oh, Ghana!