When I brought out the soccer ball, the one I bought at Big Five, a crowd of men quickly gathered and feverishly cleared away bushes and scrub brush. They cleared a soccer field! Then they played and played and played. I gave the ball over to Ibrahim, my neighbor, who is now in charge of it. They play every evening, with a crowd of young boys watching the older guys.
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thats a great idea. i have been trying to think of things to take to ghana as gifts. globalism at its best, footballs to west africa, via china/corvallis.
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