The Obroni in the Newsroom

9:30 - I arrive at my internship at Today Newspaper this morning, walked in by Leslie and Chris like they were my parents dropping me off at my first day of kindergarten. My boss is in a meeting when I arrived, so I'm told to just wait. I sit next to the only other obroni in the newsroom, a girl from Germany, and exchange a few words with her, then sit in silence. The three younger Ghanains guys seem completely unphased at my presence, talking in Twi among themselves about soccer and the iPhone 5.

10:40 - I'm still waiting to meet my boss. Only one person has said hello to me, an somewhat older man in a nice good. He looked at me, did a double take and said hello and asked how I was. Other than that, it's like I'm not even here.

10:47 - I have a short conversation with a guy who I assume will be one of my coworkers. After our short exchange, it returns to silence on my end.

10:59 - I am assured I will meet with my boss by the man who welcomed me in with Leslie. To continue the kindergarten analogy, I feel like I'm in the principal's office.

11:08 - Leslie said we would need two things today when dealing with our internships: patience and initiative. I've been patient but I'm wondering if this would be the time to switch over to initiative.

12:43 - I tried the whole initiative thing and it worked! I've spend the past hour and a half or so writing on my experience in Ghana to be published and talking to my coworkers.

3:30ish - My coworker walks with me to the nearest tro-tro station and says that he will get me home today and Wednesday, but after that he's not going to treat me like a baby and I'll have to get home on my own. The tro-tro is hot and crowded, but it's much cheaper than a taxi and overall not that bad. My coworker and I chit chat until we reach my junction, and we both get off and walk home.