It was a hot day. Well, let’s face it, in Ghana every day is hot. On this day, however, the electricity had gone out rending any cooling effect our fans might give – void. The house heated up as the day continued and to seek some relief, we made a move to the front porch.

The move gave little respite from the heat and none from the humidity, but it did allow for an ever so light breeze to bring a “breath of fresh air.” For a while, we read but soon, we challenged each other to a game of Uno. We played two or three games. Debbie was winning.

 The school at the end of our street let out and it was not long until a gaggle of giggling children could be heard nearing us. On other days some of the youth would greet us and maybe stop to exchange a few pleasantries. The curiosity of the game drew more than the few to come and see. They watched with puzzled looks on their faces which only increased as one of us would say, “Uno!” We studied their faces and understood that a couple were beginning to have some ideas as to the game’s rules. We asked if they wanted to join us. The others, with laughs of approval, encouraged them to do so.

Twice we played with the cards face side up so we could help them understand the moves we were making and the possible moves they could make. Then the challenge began in earnest. As the game proceeded, we shared with one another who we are, where we live, what interests we have. In time, there came the exclamation, “Uno!” A few more quick moves around the table, and finally, Larry had won a game.

It is a simple game. On this hot afternoon, it became a game which created new friendships. As we now walk the streets of Peki, these youth greet us with glee. They have shown us their homes, introduced us to their families, and have genuinely accepted us into their community. Uno!