Saturday, March 9, 2013

Independence Day & Misc



The JHS girls almost to the marching judges on Ghana Independence Day

A couple of the teachers and a student during their marching practice
The salute to the judges. Osman, my counterpart is one of the judges
Sarah loves new babies.

The new rabbit hutch from the inside
Such happy rabbits now that they have a cool place to live
Muhammed has done very well! Look at his nice new place to raise rabbits!
Hikima hanging out with me one day
James, a VSO volunteer, and willing victim, asked me to cut his hair one day in Tumu. I made my disclaimer that this was my first time, but he said he didn't care. He seems happy still. Just wait til he actually looks at the pictures ;)
From the side, not bad

Our french fries and stir fry lunch we made!
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Girls Camp

A big thank you to all that donated to Camp Opportunity and supported us and the girls. It was a big success!
The three girls we brought from our school to Camp Opportunity
They decorate their sleeping places

The girls learn how to make hammocks out of trash!
Salah is very interested


Our group photo with everyone's new tie-dye shirts! Pretty cool.

I start my session about making shea/moringa soap
Looks like a science experiment. The protective clothes are to prevent burns from the caustic soda.
We pour the soap
 I talk about the benefits of moringa
The girls learn about the best ways to protect themselves from malaria
Our girls are experiencing the freedom of creativity-- for maybe the first time!
Sarah does certificate presentations on our closing day.
Salah had a great time.
Perhaps the best quote of the camp:
Sarah: So girls, now the camp is over, what was your favorite part?
Salah and Rachia: (after some consideration) Madame, everything!


Sarah & Melissa
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Friday, March 8, 2013

Camp and Independence Day

Upper West Girls Camp...Success!!
Hey all!  Sarah here!  Jordan and I had a fun and busy past couple of weeks!  From February 24th – March 1st, the Upper West Region PCVs hosted a Girls Camp for 36 JHS girls from across the region in the upper west corner of the region in a city named Lawra.  My friend Janette, who is an agriculture volunteer in Lawra, and I organized the camp, and it was a somewhat stressful, but overall FUN week!  The four full days of the camp each had a theme, with different presentations happening in the morning (when the day was a little cooler!), fun hands-on activities happening in the afternoon (when the day became too hot to just sit and listen to someone talk) and then a fun evening session .  The camp was also one of the first of its kind, because it involved both hearing and non-hearing students.  Three students from the Wa School for the Deaf attended the camp, accompanied by their PCV teacher there, and the campers enjoyed learning sign language and interacting with students they normally don’t get a chance to interact with.  
Day one was all about education and vocations, and the girls had a good time listening to some female speakers in the morning that had worked hard to get to different positions not normally held by females.  In the afternoon, they got to make coil pots out of scrap fabric, learn how to make hammocks out of water satchets (that normally are thrown on the ground and become trash) and go to a local ICT center to learn about computers.  We finished off the day with an astronomy night where the girls got to look through one of the PCVs nice telescopes to see the moon!  We also had a bonfire and an ‘I Can’t’ Funeral, where they wrote things they thought they couldn’t do on a piece of paper, then threw them into the fire to signify that they indeed could do anything they put their mind to. 
Day two consisted of Food Security (a big buzzword and focus in West Africa right now) and Alternative livelihood projects.  In the morning they learned about chicken and rabbit rearing, and got a tour of the Ministry of Food and Agriculture animal rearing facilities.  In the afternoon they learned how to make moringa soap, have an intro to sewing class, and a second lesson using the computers.  They loved being able to perform and watch their fellow campers in the talent show that night, where we had everything from singing and dancing, to juggling and poetry reading – some PCVs even highlighted their talents!
Day three focused on Health Issues.  In the morning they learned about HIV/AIDS/STI prevention, and learned how to make a mosquito trap from plastic bottles.  In the afternoon they learned about nutrition, tried some yoga, and made ‘Protect Your Dreams’ banners, where they painted about their dreams on a cloth banner, which they could then hang underneath their mosquito net.  This signified how sleeping under a mosquito net at night protected them from malaria, and therefore protected the dreams they have for their future.  That evening, a couple of PCVs led the girls in a short self-defense presentation while we were trying to get the movie set up (we have all learned as PCVs to be ready for anything to happen, and be prepared to have a backup plan!).  The girls thought it was pretty cool though, and it was a good thing for them to learn.  The movie was called Emmanual’s Gift, about a Ghanaian born with only one good leg, who bikes across Ghana with only one leg to raise awareness about disabilities.  People with disabilities here in Ghana are not given very much support or concern, and many become beggars in major cities because they can do nothing else to raise money.  They are sometimes even disposed of at birth if seen to have a physical disability, because people believe that it is bad luck for the family. 
The movie was a lead-in to the topics for Day four: Diversity and Disabilities.  The morning sessions introduced campers to discussions of what diversity was/how to be tolerant and aware of it, gender roles in Ghana, how they are changing and how they can adapt, and what disabilities mean and how we can be more supportive of people with them.  We also played a fun jeopardy game of different things the girls learned during the week.  The afternoon finished out with the girls finishing beautiful drawstring bags for their sewing class, trying out different activities to inspire their creativity (Ghanaian students find it very hard to be creative, because they are always so afraid to be different or get something wrong, so this session was wonderful to see them have some fun trying new things and not having to worry about anything being incorrect!), and talking about goal-setting, and journaling about some of the things they learned throughout the week.  We also had a fun closing ceremony where the girls were presented with certificates of camp completion, and we took a group photo in the cool tie-dye shirts we had made as campers were arriving the first afternoon.
The final evening we were supposed to have a JAMZ night (dancing to loud music, it’s called Jamz here in Ghana :) ), but again, were reminding about how important it is to be flexible!  None of us were expecting rain, because it’s the start of the hot hot hot season and it’s pretty unusual, but not unheard of, to get a big storm.  When we saw it off in the distance, we didn’t think anything of it, but it moved quickly!  By 5pm, the dust storm hit, blowing wind and dust all around for a good half an hour.  But, it was luckily followed by a nice rain!  Ghanaians don’t like the rain, because it’s cold...but PCVs love it!  So for a good hour while it rained a nice drizzle, the PCVs danced around singing, while all the campers stood under the awning in front of their sleeping place and watched us act like little kids!  We taught them the hokey pokey, the chicken dance, the Macarena, and a bunch of fun partner games, which they enjoyed watching us play and cheering for the winners.  It was dark by the time our dinner was brought to us, and by then we didn’t know if it would rain again, and didn’t want to be walking to the place in the dark, so we nixed the Jamz night, and instead just hung out and talked, learned more sign language, and relaxed after a long week!
Friday morning we got up, then started to hit the road so we could all get back to our respective villages.  Jordan and I, and the six students we had brought from Bugubelle, Tarsor, and Kulfuo, had the farthest to go, so by the time we crawled out of the packed lorry in the hot sun at 2:30pm in Bugubelle, we were beat!  After making sure that all the students had the means to get back to their houses safely, we got on our bikes and pedaled home, tired but glad we had such a good week with lots of laughs and few large setbacks.  A highlight of the week for me too, was meeting all of Janette’s wonderful friends in Lawra, and I realized how key it was for the success of our camp that she is so integrated into her community; any time we needed anything or something went wrong, she was able to call a specific person to come help us out, no problem.  It made me appreciate the time and effort that goes into just making relationships with people in your community (here in Ghana as a PCV, but anywhere really!) because that is key to successful projects but also the key to enjoying our service here.  I especially enjoyed becoming friends with a woman named Delphina, whom we affectionately nicknamed ‘Momma D’ for the week, as she made our breakfast and lunch and also was the overnight chaperone in the sleeping hall.  So she really was like our Mom for the week!  She is a strong woman with a giving heart and beautiful and fun personality, and I was so sad to leave her on Friday morning.  I’m lucky she has a daughter that lives in Tumu, our district capitol, so I can go see her when she visits! 
The Saturday and Sunday after getting home from the camp were supposed to be spent relaxing, but we were reminded about how good it is to be involved in lots of fun things back in our village – not much time to relax, had a full week of clothes to wash, people to greet, and a dry-season garden to work on!

March 6th: Ghana’s Independence Day!!! 
Jordan here:  So we may not have shot off fireworks, gorged ourselves on burgers and brats, or went to see the 4th of July parade, but we did get to see some marching!  Ghana became an independent nation a little over 50 years ago from Great Britain.  The communities gather groups (mostly school kids) in teams that practice marching and attend competitions to prove which is the best team.  This was the first year our circuit held their own marching competition.  Sarah and I went to watch and support our school as they went up against 4 other groups in each age and gender category.  They also played a celebratory friendly football (soccer) match.  Like the USA, there were appearances by dignitaries and lots of speeches.  Each one had a little history reminder and a charge to the Ghanaian communities to work to improve their lives and the lives of generations to follow.  They honoured the flag recited their pledges and national anthem.  The radiowaves were talking mostly about the special day and programs also gave little bits of history of this very young nation.  Ghana is very proud of its independence and its status as a leading and hopeful country in West Africa.  As more history and traditions are created, the Ghanaian Independence Day will continue to grow and be even more celebrated.  It was a interesting day to observe and in which to take part.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Devastation!



Jordan here:  So I have recently been working with a group of men I have arranged that have supposedly been caring for a tree plantation from the Forestry Department.  It’s about 10 of them and they were theoretically contracted by the Forestry Department via another supervisory company to work and care for a piece of land (10 hectares) where woodlot and fruit trees were to be planted.  They were to plow the land, measure the spacing for transplanting, weed and remove grasses to prevent fires, make a fire belt 10 meters wide around the whole farm, and send fire patrols at all times to protect the farm.  They were supposed to be paid 100 GH cedis (a respectable salary!) per month if all requirements were completed.  I was then brought up to speed hearing people’s perspectives.  They said they weren’t being paid and there was no supervisory support, and after me arranging to meet with the person who is supposed to be supervising them, he said they weren’t doing the work properly.  So I don’t know exactly who or what to believe.  But being a Peace Corps Volunteer, we are supposed to bring ideas, organization, and create connections with host country nationals, so they can help themselves out of their problems.  So essentially, I inserted myself as a 3rd party.  This wasn’t really my project from the get-go, but I would use my skills to try to bring the workers and supervisors together to come to some agreement.  I obviously knew that when they came together, there’s usually a lot of finger-pointing, sloughing of responsibility, and name calling.  After I let them get that out of their system, I tried to look forward and generate conversation about moving forward.  A half-spirited agreement was agreed that they would finish the work like they’re supposed to and that the supervisor would make proper reports and pay them for their work like he’s supposed to.  

I went to the plantation a 2nd time to see what work they had done.  Now I’m not trying to belittle the difficulty in doing farmwork completely by hand, but the work they’d done since the meeting was far from finished.  They seemed to think that they were deserving of pay now.  I said that the place could easily still burn and if that happens, they would have no bargaining chips with the Forestry.  I instructed them of this and that they needed fire patrols.  It sounded like they understood.  I had planned to travel to Tumu on business things, one being meeting with Forestry people at the District Office to see if something could move forward now that they’d been working.  I arranged another meeting in Tarsor (not an easy task).  Eventually we all were sitting together and the few words I could hear the workers talking about was “U bi jima re”, or “he doesn’t know”, referring to me.  So I asked what it was that I didn’t know.  Turns out the farm burned to the ground the night before I left for Tumu.  DEVASTATED!  We had nothing to hold against the supervisor now and I had no weight to throw against him to get them paid.  Talk about disappointed.  

Looking forward, since you can expect it was a meeting full of “I told you so” and “if you would have done this” and “no, if you would have done that”, we are hoping they’ll give our community another chance.  Hopefully they will buy seedlings from our garden area, and then replant in Tarsor.  Then I would have a much more administrative role in the process from the start.  Who knows, maybe its all in vain since I won’t see the end of the project, and all it takes is one day when no one’s watching the farm for it to fail.  But hey, we gotta try.  I’ll let you know how it turns out.

Schmoozin’ Ghana style



Jordan here:  So now as we get further into our service, we find fewer things that, to us, seem inspirational enough to, literally, write home about.  However as I reflect a bit about a recent experience, I thought it might be interesting to you folks reading this at home.

I was recently in Tumu for a few business reasons.  One of them happened to be me attempting to finish what a Volunteer before me (in a different village) had started.  He had really tried to push for dry season gardening as an important and profitable venture for his community.  He even arranged for a very expensive, high-tech drip irrigation system to be brought to his community.  2, were brought in fact.  After an extensive training with his leader farmers and Peace Corps staff and Volunteers, these systems were left for the community to take over.  Well, some animals were allowed into the garden area and messed up the whole unit and garden.  The equipment was still functional, but it didn’t seem the people respected it enough to be using it.  So like the majority of project equipment here in Ghana, the stuff was locked up and not used.  So I tried to rectify the attempt and move the system to my community’s garden.  That way Peace Corps’ money would not be wasted.

So I needed to get to work.  First I had to contact David’s, the previous Volunteer in this nearby community, counterpart.  This is the Ghanaian he was working most closely with on the project.  After we had a meeting and devised a plan of action, he sounded very interested in helping me acquire it.  Then I had to contact my boss, Nico, to get the go ahead to go and pursue this equipment.  Since this means sending an email, that small step was a week in the planning, since internet is an hour away from us.  After receiving the Peace Corps blessing, I met again with Abass (David’s counterpart) and devised a plan what to do next.  This required its own separate meeting.  He said it would be best to have a meeting with the opinion leader from the community.  So Abass arranged another meeting for the next day with this man.  The chief imam, who has a huge say in what happens in Kupulima, agreed to meet with us over minerals (drinks of some kind) to talk about this exchange.  We all sat and Abass thought it would be cool if I gave a spiel about this project and its potential importance to my community if they agreed to release it.  Better yet, if I could try to do it in Sissali.  I said I’d give it a shot, and it actually went over quite well.  I think I got the main gist of everything I wanted to tell him and explain.  The two of them literally clapped for me when I finished.  It’s just a huge testament of how important respectful communication is to people.  All those months of struggling to hear words and become smooth with delivery of thoughts in the language were put to use.  Not to say I haven’t used the language any other time, but this may have earned our community a valuable piece of equipment. 
Anyway, after finishing business talk, he seemed very interested in helping us out and sensitizing the community.  He would be able to go and explain what we were doing and why.  It would look bad if some white guy and a friend buzz into town, grab a bunch of equipment, and take off.  So, continuing the schmoozing, I bought his Malta (a drink made from malt extracts from brewing beer.  It tastes like liquid Raisin Bran, but most Ghanaians, especially Muslims since most don't believe in drinking alcohol, love it!) and my own drink.  Then we had to arrange for yet another meeting with Abass and me in Kupulima to talk with the community in person and see the equipment and instruct how we want it sent so it will arrive at Tarsor, our community.  

Looking back at this relatively exhausting process of getting business done for this equipment for our dry season garden project, I’m sure it’s the proper process.  Personality, integration, and persistence will (hopefully) pay off. 

Nowadays...



Jordan here:  Sorry to keep all of you in the dark for a while, we haven’t had much chance to get to internet lately.  We have been busy lately.  At the same time, we haven’t been busy.  But that’s kinda the way it rolls in Peace Corps.  Sarah has been keeping quite busy planning the big Girls’ Camp that we will hold in a few weeks.  Everything seems so simple if you’re not the one organizing it.  But then as you’re playing phone tag over shotty phone service, running out of credit, and all sorts of other logistical frustrations, you get a new respect for those who are “behind the scenes”.  Although, for this camp, Sarah and I will also be in front of the scenes.  Sarah will be presenting a session about changing gender roles (a potentially touchy subject).  I’ll be leading some sessions about Food Security basics, benefits of moringa in daily lives, and a hands-on demonstration of how to make moringa/shea butter soap.  For some, this camp is a chance to get out of the village and see a new place and meet some new friends.  For several others, we hope, this could be a chance to develop a mindset of leadership and action in their lives that will outlive our service here.  Maybe pie-in-the-sky mentality, but it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.  The impacts likely won’t even be noticed for years.  I’m sure some of you reading were generous enough to donate and after the camp, we’ll be sure to post lots of pictures to show you some of how your donation was put to good work.

I have been continuing work on my dry-season garden/tree nursery/ rabbit rearing etc projects.  We’ve now purchased the bulk of the equipment.  We are now left with buying or cutting poles to use when we extend the chain link fence to protect our grafted mango orchard.  We’ll also still need to extend our shade area for the thousands of tree seedlings we will plant.  As the garden has progressed, Issah and I have learned a lot about how best to set it up and use the equipment.  A new water pump has enabled us to avoid certain “politics” with using the 1 pump that is used by many other gardeners on their own areas.  It has been really frustrating getting more people to join our community garden, however.  The sense of taking care of your own first is a strong behaviour to change.  We still believe that after a year or two of spreading the word and flaunting the benefits, people will want to take advantage of the opportunity.  We’re about to start filling the thousands of plastic water bags that were trash and will now hold tree seedlings instead.  We’ll be carting in cow manure to promote growth and germination and natural fertilizers.  

I also have been working with the few people we have helped get rabbit rearing started at their homes.  We’re now at the stage of expansion and we’re experimenting with local material housing units for the rabbits.  Hopefully it will be more natural and realistic for the community to understand.  One man, Mohammed, started with 2 females and one male and now has 12 full grown rabbits, and last night one gave birth to another 3 bunnies.  We’re very proud of him!  

Today, Sunday, Sarah and I are teaching some extra classes to students who are preparing for their entrance exam to attend senior high school.  And of course, every day we’re thankful for being here in Ghana and remind ourselves that we need to make the most of every day.  Sometimes that’s just sitting with the neighbours and putting together puzzles, or eating fufu, or watching a harmattan sunset.  Our days are numbered and we are looking forward to coming home.  But we’re not done yet, so I suppose I should go prepare my computer class :)