Now this is what I call real art

My time in the bush is drawing to a close. But before I can leave the charcoal fires, wandering goats and chickens there are a few loose ends to be tied.

First off, the school has to be finished. After forty days flying solo and a crumbling spine I decided to accept some of the guys' offers to lend me a hand. Obviously they can paint a thousand times quicker than me while using one tenth of the paint so progress from this point accelerated somewhat. While at the same time picking up a few colourful Twi words along the way as the banter flowed. My personal favourite being 'oakrasini' meaning 'villager'. Nobody wants to be labelled as such so it comes in handy for gentle cajolement, especially while coaching football i.e. 'last one to fill in the blank is an oakrasini.'

Two days before my departure date, 52 days, 27 buckets of paint, two rollers and seven brushes later we finished and dined out on warm beer and rice. I don't think the Ghanaian Elle Decoration will be calling to do a double page spread nevertheless it definitely looks a lot better. Plus my attitude is that any splatters of paint are due to the influence of Jackson Pollock rather than poor workmanship.

P.S. All the guys in this picture informed me that they are looking for white wives, sight unseen if necessary, if that should be of interest to anyone. It's just I promised them I'd mention it.