I am in Ghana, searching for a mosquito which I have prepared to encounter. The yellow fever vaccine has prepared me against this fever which can be fatal. I take my malaria tabs everyday and still I have not seen a mosquito.
On my way up Prayer Mountain, I wear my insect repellent scarf and no mosquito comes to me. All my precautions come forth in the shower of my host family whose son has malaria. I swat that mosquito dead.
out in the jungle
yet no mosquito
We hike in the morning before it was too hot. Yet the sweat pours out during the many steps up the side of Prayer Mountain. People come here to pray, to find deliverance in this Christian nation of Ghana. Before we reach the top there are rocks that are weeping like the Weeping Rock of Zion. When we come to the end of the trail we are on a flat plateau of smooth indented stone. There is testimony that the waters collecting on the rock have healing powers.
The way down is quicker. The struggle up was difficult but “these memories were left here with the trees” as we pass by more pilgrims on their way up with their own struggles. Each step a prayer.
dVerse prompt to use Jo Harjo quote. Written after a climb up Prayer Mountain in Ghana.