Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Ghanaian Funeral

Though it has been a short period of time since my arrival back in Damongo, Ghana, so much has happened. Firstly, our senior class graduated. I will probably not see them again.  Although I  never mastered all their names, I will never forget their smiling faces.

We were blessed to have Bishop Peter Paul in attendance at the graduation to send the girls off with his blessing.
Also in attendance was the queen mother of the largest tribe in this area.

The queen mother is the president of our school’s PTA. Even though the family is Muslim, her daughter attends our Girl’s Catholic High School.

Although not necessary, when I am in the presence of the queen mother I bow and greet her  with the formal greeting given to a tribal queen, and I do it in her language. She replies, also in the language of her tribe, calling me her princess. Her way, I believe, of showing that she appreciates the respect given her.

Also in attendance was one of the tribes chiefs. Of course, before the festivities ended, I had to have my picture taken with him.
My fellow lay missioner, Diane, teaches a nutrition class. Most of the girls in her class have never seen the stove, for their families cook over a fire outside their dwelling. Diane had them to our Bungalow for a demonstration on how to cook eggs four different ways: fried, scrambled, boiled and poached. Most of us, myself included, have difficulties poaching and egg.

In the video you can hear the excitement as a student cracks an egg and attempts the task. As you can see, however, she is more excited about being in a video than making a perfect egg.

Unfortunately, our head mistress’ father passed to be with our Lord. Mr. Siesegh, 90, was one of the first catechists to evangelize in the North West Region of Ghana. A region that now has one of the largest concentration of Catholics. Many priests serving in Damongo are from his village as well as our Bishop, Peter Paul, the Archbishop of the neighboring diocese of Tamale and the deceased Cardinal Peter Poreku Dery, who is in the process of being beautified and canonization.

Mr. Siesegh was well loved by his entire village. Thursday, when we arrived, over 100 were gathered in a field behind his home. Twenty seven girls from SAGISS performed three different tribal dances.

The body of Mr. Siesegh sat in a large chair under a beautifully decorated tent.

Under a tree a group of men played what appeared to be a wooden xylophone.

Food was abundant. Many of the mourners stayed in the field all night in honor of the man who spent nearly his entire life evangelizing in the area. The following day, still in the field behind the family home, the body was placed in a coffin.

Over 20 priests were present to celebrate the burial Mass. To my surprise, as the Mass ended, a “fued” broke out between two rival tribes.  Mr. Siesegh’s coffin could not be taken away for burial until his tribe paid enough money to the rival tribe. A collection took place right there, at the coffin, in the middle of the field. Because Mr. Siesegh’s tribe did not raise enough money, it was necessary for them to hand over a goat. At this point the payment was enough for the body to be released for burial. This "fued" was carried out with laughter and cheers, however, the payment was real. 

Mr. Seisegh was buried at his home, in the same area where he, for years, evangelized to all, regardless of which tribe they belonged. With the help of the Holy Spirit, he preached the Gospel with the aim of uniting the tribes and motivating them to live together in peace. I was blessed to be able to celebrate the life of a man who gave his all to bring the Word of God to his people.

Wednesday, May 8, 2019

Returning Home

The last several weeks have been exceptionally difficult for me and my family. I received a phone call the evening of April 6, 2019 which started a series of events that will never be forgotten. My son-in-law called to inform me of the death of my 28-year-old daughter, Anna. 

It was a blessing that our Director of Lay Mission-Helpers Association, Janice England, was in Ghana visiting SAGISS, the High School at which my fellow missionary, Diane Yonga and I serve. Diane and Janice were of great support. Janice immediately started to schedule my travels back to Pennsylvania, while Diane’s arms were there to hold me as the tears flew.

Support from the entire Diocese of Damango was immeasurable. The very morning after the call, Bishop Peter Paul, and Head Mistress Pauline arrived at my home. Condolences were given and the rosary, one of the most cherished prayers of the Catholic Church, was recited. Later teachers arrived to give their condolences and sit with me in silence. The girls at SAGISS seemed a bit uncomfortable in showing their feelings, not knowing how to act, but those whom I associated with on a more personal level were very supportive. I felt the love of the entire school around me.

The first two weeks back in the United States was a blur. My sister, Barbara Spencer, stepped in even before my plane landed in Pittsburgh and started arrangements for the Memorial Service. The Mass, celebrated by Father John Sedlak at St. Florian Church, United, PA, was beautiful. My sister read letters from her two daughters, Anna’s cousins with whom she spent her entire childhood. The eulogy was given by me. I felt it important that those attending hear what a beautiful, creative, intelligent and talented woman my daughter had become. I also felt it important that everyone know how hard Anna fought, but lost, her battle with mental illness, a disease that can affect anyone, no matter how smart, talented or beautiful they may be. Anna’s suffering was unbearable, therefore I asked the congregation to pray with me that Anna be comforted in Mary’s arms while she waits to meet or Lord and savior, Jesus Christ.

Many ask of me “Now what? Are you going back to Africa?” My response is a definite “Yes, I am going home.” In a few short months, St. Anne’s Girls High School in Damango, Ghana, has become my home. I miss the girls. I miss them running after me as I leave my office for the day asking to carry my purse and computer case. I miss attending Mass with them every Tuesday and Friday morning, watching as they sway, clap and sing to the beat of the drums. I miss the goats and pigs walking with me every morning as I trek to the office. I miss going to town and having the children run up to shake my hand, and the young boys wanting to carry my bags, never accepting the coins I try to give them for their assistance. I miss the smiles from the vendors when I buy their bread, apples, onions or garlic.

This Sunday, May 12, 2019, Mother’s Day, I leave for my trip back to St. Anne’s in Damango, Ghana, Africa.  I can’t wait to be HOME!

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Another Day In Africa

Welcome back!  So much has happened since I last wrote. Two weeks ago my fellow Lay Mission-Helper, Diane, and I moved into our home. We are living at a St. Anne's Girls Senior High School, a boarding school in Damongo.  Our accommodations are obviously much different than Americans are used to, but way better than most Ghanaians.

The Diocese of Damongo has gone out of their way to make us comfortable.  Our dwelling has linoleum flooring instead of the more common concrete floor, a new living room set, and I was given a truck to get back and forth from work at the secretariat. We do face a few challenges, however, such as bucket bathing, washing clothes by hand, and not being fond of the food.

We attend Mass on Tuesday, Friday and Sunday.  Every first Sunday of the month we are bussed to the Cathedral for Mass.  Mass lasts one and a half to two hours and is very lively with clapping, swaying and singing. The celebration begins on the trip to the Cathedral. In the video you can see the excitement. 
Last Saturday the school had an evening of entertainment. The girls sang and danced all night (Ok, until 9:30 pm). 

Cows, pigs, sheep, goats, lamb, rams, chickens, dogs and cats roam freely.  It is not uncommon to pass by a pig
or have a goat follow me on my way to the school.  

There is a National Forest ten miles away. Sunday I went on my first safari. What an experience! Guided by men with guns, we headed down a dirt road to get a closer look at an elephant eating leaves from a tree. We heard a roar behind us. We turned around and saw a male elephant, ears raised, coming quickly toward us. 
Guns ready, the guides yelled, "Get off the road. Men, get in front of the women." Adrenalin pumping, I was looking for a tree to climb. Thankfully, we were spared. About 10 yards from us the elephant turned and went into the forest.

Just another day in Africa.

God Bless and be sure to check back!

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Journey to Ghana

On Wednesday, January 23, 2019, I set out for Ghana. I was to fly out of Pittsburgh to Minneapolis, MN to meet up with my missionary partner, Diane. The flight was delayed such that getting to Minneapolis in time for the Paris connection was not possible. No problem, Delta booked me on a flight to Paris through Boston. Perfect! Until the flight to Boston was delayed and a plan C was in order. Next I was booked on a flight to Atlanta where I was able to make my connection to Paris. Finally I met up with Diane.

After a 4 hour wait at Charles de Gualle Airport we boarded our flight to Accra, Ghana. We were transported to a nice hotel, and after a well needed shower and good night’s, rest we were driven back to Accra Airport to board an Africa World Airline flight to Tamale.  We were met by Msgr. Gus who drove us to Damongo, our home town for the next three years.

We have already become familiar with Damongo, visiting various churches, driving by many schools run by the diocese and visiting the Cathedral. We were blessed to have met the Archbishop of Tamale as well as the Archbishop Emeritus.

The people of Damongo are very friendly, especially the children. They are excited to greet us and shake our hands. It is a beautiful feeling to be so welcomed.

Diane and I have been staying at a guesthouse run by the diocese. Today, Monday, January 28, 2019 are to move into our new home. It will be nice to get settled. Except for the fact that I am still without one of my three suitcases, the one with my clothes, things could not be better.

Enjoy the pictures and stop back!

Monday, December 3, 2018

Called to Mission

Hello, and welcome to my blog. I am Karen (Sprock) Hunka from Latrobe, Pennsylvania. For years I desired to be a missionary but working, raising children and caring for elderly parents kept me quite busy.  I put my profession as an accountant/auditor on hold four years ago to take my mother out of a nursing facility and care for her where she wanted and deserved to be–at home.  I was blessed to be my mother’s caregiver for three years.

November 2017, when my mother went to meet her maker, I had a decision to make. I knew with my work experience I was marketable. Going back into the workforce would not be difficult. I could continue to make a decent salary and add to my retirement fund. However, this no longer seemed important to me. I felt there was something else I should be doing. 

The Holy Spirit was calling me to go down a different path. At the age of 60 I was being called to mission. With resources provided me by my parish priest, Father Sedlak, of St. Florian Catholic Church, United, PA and use of the internet, I found an organization that seemed to be perfect.  I filled out the Lay Mission-Helpers Association (LMH) application, obtained the required recommendations, and flew to Los Angeles, CA for a weekend of discernment and interviews.  Ultimately, I was accepted into the program.

LMH knows that going on mission in a distant country in not easy.  I just completed a formation program in Los Angeles, CA., where for 4 months I was taught by some of the most amazing priests, sisters, brothers, and professors imaginable. Living in community with three others also discerning for mission, I worked on developing the skills and knowledge I need to serve successfully overseas. Soon I will travel to Ghana, Africa, where I will serve for the next three years as an accountant in the Diocese of Damongo.

The motto of LMH is: For We Are God’s Helpers. Please pray for me as I journey off to help God’s people in Ghana and begin the next chapter of my life.

God bless you and please check back!

Ghanaian Funeral

Though it has been a short period of time since my arrival back in Damongo, Ghana, so much has happened. Firstly, our senior class graduat...