Have you heard the one about me Cohabiting with the Nuns?

We have some new digs in Accra! They’re really nice- the house is right next to Mus’s parent’s house. The lady is really nice- she’s letting us stay in an old abandoned room for free for now. It's really nice, andMus's parents, amazing people that they are, spent two days cleaning it andkaming it really nice for us.

The reason she’s doing this is because Mus’s family plans to all move in herewith her eventually. They’re really excited about it. She has something of a guest house behind her house, and the guesthouse has 3 bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and a bathroom, all separate from the main house. Last year Mus and I were going to rent it, but the tenants she already had extended their stay. Now though, that we know how cheaply she will rent it, Mus’s whole family wants to move in- right now they have a tiny one room apartment, which is why they don’t have space for us. They are really close to this lady, and everyone seems really excited and happy about the arrangement.

So we’re just staying here in this extra bedroom the few weekends we’re in Accra until the current tenants move out of the guest house, so Mus’s family can move in.

So the old saying really is true- when it rains it pours! Last year we couldn’t find accommodations to save our lives, and ended up bunking in the living room of Mus’s house. (The landlady was so kind to let us stay, since it was her space and not part of the space rented to Mus’s parents.) And we actually had another accommodation lined up for us this year, but the plan fell through due to a divorce between the landlords.

And there’s actually a funny story about how we got this room here. Yesterday, Mus and I arrived and his parents started talking about our new accommodations. I couldn’t understand all that was said, but I did catch the words “Nuns” and Jessica. For the life of me I could not figure out waht our apartment and nuns and I all had in common.

Turns out, the owner of the house had a dream about being chased by something sinister, and these Caucasian nuns were helping her escape, and she was very bewildered and grateful for their kindness. Before they left her, they told her that I would be coming and asking for a place
to stay, and that she should let me live with her. And get this, THE VERY NEXT DAY Mus's parents approached her about letting me and Mus stay in her house. She told Mus's dad that she had been expecting him, and then told him about the dream.

Talk about fate, man!