Today I had my bravest moment so far in Ghana.
It occurred because I was the first one to leave the house. Consequently, I had to unlock the gate at the perimeter wall. As I reached toward it with my key, I realized there was a big, ugly spider sitting on the lock. The thing was at least the size of a loony. I jumped back, suppressing a scream. It took all my willpower not to simply go back to the house and stay inside all day. I had work to accomplish, after all!
So I took a stick and waved it at the spider. Nothing happened. I threw the stick at the lock and missed.
I picked up another stick and inched closer to the gate. I took a deep breath, found my reserves of inner strength, and hit the spider off the lock. It fell to the ground while I jumped back again, maybe letting out the tiniest little squeal.
My trial wasn’t finished yet, though. The spider was somewhere around the area I had to stand to unlock the gate. I stood about 2m away and threw sticks and rocks at the location, hoping to scare it off somewhere. After a few minute, I darted up, unlocked the gate as fast as I could, and ran outside.
Now I can do anything.