Sister4 returned - Again.

Ok, so here we are going to delve into Ghanaian culture a little further. It's confusing to me, so I'm sure it will be confusing to everyone else as well.

There is a lot of local religion in Ghana - the many facets of which I doubt I will ever learn. The return of Sister4 is deep in the heart of local beliefs. The return of Sister4 they believe is because of the "dwarfs." Now when I say dwarf I don't mean a person who is physically short. It is the translation much like if I said "My stomach is white." It means "I'm happy." They are the literal translation and the actual translation.

So the belief is that there are these beings that live in the bush. Very few people have seen the dwarfs. They believe that if the dwarfs tell you to do something, you must. If you don't then they will kill you. DH says people walk around looking rather crazed so you just know that the dwarfs were talking to them.

Now to me this sounds like people who are actually mentally ill, but I suppose I should keep my peanut gallery comments out.

On Saturday the dwarfs spoke to DHs step mother (the mother of Sister4) and told her to walk and get Sister4. She walked all the way to their village, found Sister4, and brought her home. There was no fight. Somehow the boys knew that the dwarfs had sent her and so they were afraid to do anything. They knew that if they did anything to stop her then the dwarfs would kill them.

So Sister4 is home again. DH spoke to her and she said they did not violate her in any way, and he seemed inclined to believe her. So now she is going to stay with her mother's parents for a while in hopes that the boys won't come for her there.

If she is pregnant I told him that I would want to adopt the baby. I don't want her to get an abortion, but if she had the baby she would have to give him/her to her parents because according to culture, the baby doesn't belong to her since she's not married. The child becomes a bastard child and treated poorly. I would rather take the child here so that he/she is cherished as one of my own than ridiculed as a mistake.