Monday 27 February 2012

Placement extension


Predictable.  That’s me.  

I'm nearly 6 months in and as many of you know the original placement was for two years.  I agreed to do a year but held off on the second year as I was hoping the Australian visa would come through in the meantime and I don’t like to let people down.  The visa hasn’t arrived and there is more work to do in Ghana.  Mostly though, I’m enjoying Ghana - the experience; I know I may appear to not enjoy it a lot in this blog but I'm a realist; I like to share the reality.  It’s not easy here, but what life is? As a pragmatist I realise I have it a lot easier than most Ghanaians so should feel very lucky.  And I do.  I feel very lucky to have had this opportunity to have had this experience.   ‘This is Ghana’ and the longer I’m here the more I can see through the dust, dirt and shit and the more I get to know the people.  So, despite the pull of; a new nephew or niece, catching up with friends, godchildren, family…. having lunch at the Snug, drinks at the B bar, mum’s boiled bacon, winter woo cocktails at the Sung, Jamie Oliver’s amazing olives….. no dust and reliable water and electricity… I'm staying. I’m in it for the long run… well a couple of years at least.  The placement extension of an additional year has been approved in principle.

I am planning a trip home at the end of July… in five months.  Plan to stay for August. Figure I can see my new niece/nephew, catch up with friends, godchildren, family…. have lunch at the Snug, drinks at the B bar, mum’s boiled bacon, winter woo cocktails at the Sung (or maybe July is more the season for a mojito or two!), Jamie Oliver’s amazing olives …..  and have the joyful experience of no dust and reliable water and electricity before settling down for year two… Looking forward to planning a fun packed summer catching up with you all and those I have yet to meet; namely Baby H-M and Baby Green…

Now I just have to fill in the arduous extension paperwork… wish me luck!

Thursday 23 February 2012

Traditions?


Our moto adventure last weekend took Helen and I to the Tongo Hills in pursuit of the Tenzug Shrines.  A nice little 40 or so minute trip.  I was slightly worried we would be lacking the breeze we get at Vea Dam but the extra altitude suited us just right despite the desert landscape.  We spent the trip lounging on one of the many rocks under an insect infested tree eating our picnic and having a good old chat.
We didn’t make it into the Tenzug Shrines as planned.  The Shrines weren’t quite what we had anticipated. For a start they were 10GHC to get in and Helen and I hadn’t taken enough cash with us and secondly we were told to read the letter below before we went in…

…needless to say I will never find it necessary to visit the inside of the Tensug Shrine…






Thursday 16 February 2012

St Valentines


A strange phenomenon of Ghana when the commercialisation of Christmas has not really taken off but St Valentine’s Day is taken on in a very serious way, beyond the realms of any western country.  So much so that 3 random people of various ages and genders within the Municipal office which was the first Office I visited on St Valentine’s Day greeted me and wished a Happy Valentine’s day all before 9am. People use phone credit to wish people a Happy Valentine’s day… in Ghana it would seem the essence of Valentine’s Day is lost… Hannah and I both received chocolate from Hananah and Agete our neighbours (both female) and Redwana proudly showed off her daughter dressed in red all over for the occasion (including sporting a rather cute pair of red and white spotted (‘over the nappy’) pants alongside the valentines gift from her husband to be.  If that wasn’t enough, at about 4pm I was invited to a goat meat party by Richard another neighbour who was inviting his friends over and their girlfriends.  I was told I could also take my Valentine should I so desire… I promised to take Helen and Boris the dog…who then proceeded to abandoned me (Boris not Helen)… typical male. A Goat meat part comprises of a whole goat slaughtered on the day, skinned and cut into bit and roasted and then you just help yourself with toothpicks Helen and I had a lovely time, albeit rather late and alcohol fuelled for a school night.  I can confirm my view of goat meat has not changed.  It’s still far too chewy for my liking.  It was going around like a washing machine in my mouth…I am surprised I didn’t vomit. Am sure the cat enjoyed it though…
Amanda in her Valentines outfit and Redwana with her valentines gift

Amanda and me!

Alliah and her model shot!

Madame Bling Bling.



Ali told me some stories of her time in Zabilla.  One of her jobs was to introduce the teaching of ‘phonics’ to 6 or so schools in Zabilla and build capacity for the teachers to take on ‘Phonics teaching’ on their own by the time she left.  She did an incredible job; demonstrating lessons, team teaching and eventually handing over the reins to those teachers who were capable.  Phonics for those of you who are not familiar is a method of teaching people to read by correlating sounds with letters or groups of letters in an alphabetic writing system.  The ‘ch’ sound Ghanaians have a particular problem with.  In fact I remember Ali telling me that a man in a village introduced himself as ‘Keif’ which she interpreted as ‘Keith’ and went on to announce she knew many people by the name of Keith in the UK, whist at the same time thinking what an unusual name to have in Ghana. Shortly after this encounter she was corrected and told this man was in fact the ‘chief’ of the village and was unable to pronounce ‘ch’!
On a similar note Ali was getting rather fed up when driving or walking around the villages and being shouted at by the children saying ‘Nasaara! Nasaara!’ meaning white person in the local dialect.  She tried (when she wasn’t on her moto driving), to encourage the children to use ‘Madame Alice’ (the nearest to Alison the Ghanaians understand) saying that they must use her name, not call her ‘white person’.  This is something head teachers and teachers were also encouraging.  Ali had started to introduce the ‘ch’ sound in schools and had put together some teaching and learning flip chart materials to aid the learning through pictures and writing.  She had one wonderful flipchart page which summed up the ch’ sound….’children chasing chickens’ which when spoken and chanted in the classroom normally involved ‘ch, ch, children, ch, ch, chasing, ch, ch, chickens’ with the obligatory flapping of the chicken wings (teachers and children’s arms) when saying chicken.  So when one day she was starred at as she was driving her moto by one small child and instead of shouting out ‘Nassara! Nassara!’ he simply lauched into ‘ch, ch, chicken’ whilst flapping his little arm wings as she drove by - she felt quite victorious at the passing of  'Nassara' and of course 'Madame ch, ch, chicken' has quite a ring to it….
Now I too am spending a significant amount of time in one school it seems I also have acquired a new name; Madame Bling Bling. Let me explain, because to me, without the explanation one could mistake that for my ‘porn star name’ or ‘lady of the night name’ of which I must fiercely deny immediately for it is the name Form 3 at one particular JHS in Bolga has given me.  The school is one I have visited to do the ‘Science resource box’ workshop.  During this workshop one of the practical activities I share with teachers is how to teach students about electricity without using electricity (useful as electricity can be an issue here in Ghana).  Using role play I get the students to pretend to be electrons within a circuit and the room is reorganised to become the circuit.  A couple of students are given the role of being the cells and provide energy to the electrons and the electrons drop off the energy to the student who is taking the role of the bulb and on receiving the energy the bulb goes ‘bling’…’bling bling’ if it gets two packets of energy. Introducing role play to Ghanaian teachers who are used to simply ‘chalk and talk’ methods of teaching is difficult when you need to express that their classroom management skills need to be modified alongside this and even though the students are up and moving around they can still have fun.  This is best shown practically by getting them to act as the students. During the workshop at this school I realised there was not enough teachers to adequately explain the concept so this was the first school I enlisted the help of some students which just so happened to be form 3 and were asked to ‘bling bling’ their day away by Madame Ellie but also had a lot of fun doing it. 
In fact on that same day as the workshop the school obtained 24 laptops from the Ghana government.  It also happens to be the school to which the owner of my local spot (bar) is headmistress. A lovely woman.  So when I sensed her concern over the safe storage of 24 laptops, how she was to charge them and the need to get them used by form 3 before they write their ICT exam in April and move on to SHS I felt compelled to help. I have spent the last couple of weeks writing a funding proposal for the MTN foundation which I hope will be successful and will provide funding for an ICT teacher laptop, projector, headphones, computer mice, extension cords, additional electrical sockets, secure and safe storage.   Why can she not use her capitation I hear you ask.  She hasn’t received her capitation for this term, let alone last term and the capitation for her school is just 100GHG.  For some perspective on that amount; one computer mouse costs 10GHC, so you see her hands are tied.  In Ghana the PTA in a good school is very active and raises lots of money to support the capitation given by the government, but clearly it cannot be raised immediately and the laptops were given ‘out of the blue’ with no indication they were on their way… as is the way things work in Ghana.  No planning. 
The laptops were sent to solve the issue of the very poor results that occurred throughout the country when the students wrote their ICT exam last year (the first year the ICT exam was introduced). Can you believe that last year the pass rate for ICT for this school was 17%?  I can - when you are asking students to learn something so practical in a purely theoretical way.  I couldn’t do it.  It does seem very narrow minded of the government not to have considered the consequences of handing over a bunch of laptops to schools with electricity as if that alone will solve the issue.  If the laptops are to survive in such a dusty environment, maintenance needs to be considered.  What of the increased electricity bill?  And who will pay for the internet connection to support the internet section of the syllabus in year 1, 2 and 3? (Last year they learnt about the internet by simply being told about it....goodness me!) I imagine this huge amount of money which has been put in to buying the laptops will quickly become a waste of money when they laptops fall into disrepair and there is no money or no one to repair them, or they are stolen as there is no where secure to put them. This school is lucky, the head teacher has a step son who is half Russian, he was schooled in the US and is a bit of a computer geek; a lecturer at the local Polytechnic.  She has the support for maintenance from him (if not the funds) so is in a better position than most head teachers who have just received the laptops.  In fact he has been very supportive in putting together the budget for the funding proposal.
I have also offered my services to support the ICT teacher in the teaching.  For those of you who don’t know, ICT teaching is something I have done in the past (‘small small’ as they say in Ghana).  For those of you who do know me (I was never a great ICT teacher!), don’t worry… some of these children haven’t even touched a laptop… I’m managing!  It’s during these classes with Form 3 that the name Madame Bling Bling’ has grown.  I will support this class for the next couple of months until they write their exams. They are lucky; they are a class of 22 and can have one computer each.  Form 2 are a class of 53 so they will have to share. Form 1… well, you can see the upward trend beginning… let’s just say even with resources, schools still have challenges and they really aren’t easy to get over.
Form 3 hard at work during their second practical ICT lesson

Form 3 showing their appreciation

going to have to split those girls up!

Form 3's ICT Master.

Thursday 9 February 2012

Contact Name: Kev* Arse. (*Name has been changed)


This is what I have listed one of my JHS teachers as in my phone contacts; the result of a not so pleasant experience.  I have to say that’s just 1 out of 10 workshops where this happened and even then the other participants were so nice that it was difficult to let him sully the whole workshop.  Kev earned his phone surname of ‘Arse’ by acting like one complete arse from the moment he met me.  I am pleased to say this is a rare occurrence from my experience of Ghanaian people.  His first question to me was ‘How much T&T will we be getting?’ in a very abrasive, I am the elder therefore gain respect whether I deserve it or not kind of way.  Age gains you everything in Ghana… not much is gained through merit unless you are old and worthy of additional respect due to merit….If you are just old having gained nothing through merit you are still considered worthy.  I told him to wait a few minutes and the T & T situation would be explained.  I told them all together what they would be getting, that there would be no T&T and that if they weren’t happy with that situation they were free to go and that would be fine.  I directly asked Kev if he was ok with the situation as he had already enquired about T&T. ’No, no, no’ he said half laughing, ‘it is fine, fine’. By break I could tell he would be the annoying participant asking pointless questions, wasting every ones time. The number of times he reminded us that he had taught many of the other participants Science (another step to prove her deserved respect) and that he was currently doing a masters degree at Cape Coast University was any ones guess and I began to answer with ‘Yes Kev, you have already shared that with us’ which I was hoping he was hearing as ‘shut the f**k up’… I was too subtle. He said he would be going home for break.  He didn’t want the mineral as it was full of carbon dioxide (fab.. you know the gas inside you must be a brilliant scientist….read: sarcasm).  His 15 min break turned into nearly  an hour and a half. We didn’t wait for him but carried on with the workshop, he came marching in and demanded my attention right in the middle of me explaining something to the other participants.  I made him wait.  He told me his daughter was sick which is why he had had to go home and he needed to go to the bank.  I told him if he left not to bother coming back as he will have missed the majority of the workshop. ‘It is true’ he said, ‘these people will support me, I have taught them.  I am an honest man; you will support me won’t you?’ He said demanding the response from a young woman, who to her absolute credit said ‘No’.  at which point he said ‘My daughter will die’ which made me soooo angry, I firmly and very directly said to him ‘Sir. Are you telling me your daughter is going to die?  as you said, you are an honest man, so please tell me the truth. Because if this is the case you MUST go NOW.  I will explain to your headmaster why you have left, do not worry’.  At which point he replied, ‘You will explain to my headmaster? Fine I will stay’.  Kev made it to 12.30 at which point after a lot of irritating questions and inane statements he finally said ‘I have to go to the bank now’ again.  At which point I said ‘fine, go’.  Everyone breathed a sigh of relief to be honest. Unfortunately this was the first workshop where the circuit supervisor was not present and I thought he was testing me to see how far I would go.  Now I know the truth, I am not even sure the circuit supervisor (CS) would have made a difference, knowing his background he might just have kicked him out earlier though.  I spoke to the CS the next day and he immediately phoned Kev demanding he go to a meeting with himself and the head teacher that same day.  The head teacher had already dismissed him that day as he was drunk…. It seems he was also drunk the previous day at my workshop.  In fact he has a history of being drunk on the job…. Here is the letter of apology he was asked to write. 



Unfortunately this is a big problem for education in Ghana (drunk teachers in charge of classes) little is done to discipline them in most cases teachers are simply moved to another school where the new head teacher is made aware of the problem and enlisted to ‘reform’ them.

Monday 6 February 2012

Shitball


Vea Dam is fast becoming a weekend picnicking spot for Helen and I.  We've now been twice in 3 weeks for a relaxing Saturday day out.  We take a picnic, play cards, listen to music, enjoy the breeze, get surrounded by groups of boys who stare (the girls are at home with mum washing, cleaning, cooking etc) and avoid the water through fear of bilharzia.  
Vea Dam

the shit producers

Wrestling

posing like I've never seen before!

A group develops

The cheeky snotty one....

The first weekend we took Samina who was visiting from Accra.  It’s a 30 minute or so ride out from our home to the Dam, a nice countryside ride actually and we all had such a good day, Helen and I vowed to do it more often.  We did get starred down by a group of boys but had a chat and tried to ignore them thinking we wouldn't be such a novelty on our subsequent visits so it wouldn't be a problem.  It did take longer for the group to surround us the second time and once again the boys wrestled and chased in order to impress the solomeas and then they took it one stage further (I can only presume as a volleyball ‘net’ had been erected since out last visit which could also serve as a goal); ‘shitball’ was started.    I am not being factious as many of you may be thinking knowing my previous disdain of football.  Previous due to spending time with Ali and the Chelsea team; I’ve found I don’t mind it too much now (they do say as you get older your taste changes).  In fact at the moment the African Cup of Nations is on (Ghana is through to the quarter finals) and I've sought out a game or two to watch.  Unheard of I know.  No.  When I say ‘shitball’ I actually mean ‘shitball’.  This is the game played when a lump of cow shit takes the place of the football.  Children with or without shoes first choose the right lump by gently placing their flip flop or bare foot over said dried cow shit in order to ascertain it’s form.  If it cracks under the weight it is immediately discarded for another more together (less dried out) lump.  When found, it is kicked around to within an inch of its life until kicked so hard it breaks or is sat on. Most of the game involves more than one child slide tackling each other into even more shit.  One can only thank god that the hot African sun is hot enough to dry that shit as it falls out of the cows arse so as to not render shit covered children across the length and breadth of Ghana as they slide tackle into it. They take great pride in kicking the shit (along with half a tonne of dust) so close to the solomeas it scares the living daylight out of them but not so close that it hit’s them.  No amount of protesting would change the play for in doing this they were highlighting their maleness and for a Ghanaian male however tender his years this is of uttermost importance.  The answer was to simply chase the buggers away… which in itself became a game unsustainable by the solomeas without enough brassier support… and not fit enough to run in the UK let alone the heat of the African sun.  

Wednesday 1 February 2012

10 JHS workshops in a month


It’s been 4 weeks since Christmas and I have facilitated 6 out of 10 JHS (Junior High School) workshops and 2 SHS (Senior High school) workshops… more on the SHS ones later. 
It’s been a busy few weeks. Good busy. The JHS workshops have been based around what I have named the ‘Science Resource Box’ which was assembled by my predecessor Anthony Lovett, full of excellent science equipment, much made locally. Anthony tasked me with the job of deciding when and how these boxes would be distributed. In fact this whole project really fits my role here in Ghana; ‘to provide ways and means for Ghanaian teachers to teach practical science using local materials and aid learning’- in a nutshell.  Last term some of my time was spent writing a funding proposal (my first ever) to acquire funds in order to disseminate the boxes effectively and encourage them to be used in a sustainable way.  It was 4000 GHC successful – Whoop Whoop! Thus grew the ‘Bolga Municipal Science Resource box Pilot Project’. Bolga Municipal is the district I live in and one of 10 districts which make up the region my role is to cover.  I chose the Municipal District as Anthony had assembled 10 boxes and the Municipal District has 10 circuits (geographical areas within the Municipal).  In order to monitor and evaluate the effectiveness of the project I decided that I would give one box to each circuit, establishing one JHS within each circuit as the ‘host’ school for the box which each JHS within the circuit could come to borrow/book out the equipment.  Much like an equipment library if you like.  Each circuit has what is called a ‘circuit supervisor’ responsible for the work that happens within basic education in that circuit.  It was because of their role I enlisted the support of the Municipal Director and her circuit supervisors. I as one person am not able to monitor and evaluate the 50+ schools alone and as part of my role is capacity building using the circuit supervisors seemed like a perfect opportunity to build that capacity.  The funding covered a workshop for each circuit where the science teachers for that circuit and the circuit supervisor were to attend.  Sometimes the headmasters/mistresses of the host schools have also attended. The workshops will be followed up with 2 terms of ad hock support to individual teachers as required either on a team teaching, planning or simply just to be at the end of a phone answering queries basis.   The project will culminate in a conference for all Bolga municipal Science teachers where their newly acquired practical skills will be shared by each other for each other; those that work don’t work and those that are brand new.  Each circuit will rearrange the tightly followed curriculum which is currently taught in numerical topic order by all JHS to enable each school within one circuit to be teaching a different topic at any one time thus enabling more effective use of the limited equipment available and opening up its use to all schools who have access to it.  It is this final curriculum change which has been supported by the regional and municipal directors and has been shared with the circuit supervisors which I hope will enable a more sustainable approach to using the equipment… long past my time in Ghana.  Clearly, the more effectively these are used the more funding I can get my hands on and the more boxes I can get to schools an ideal scenario being that every JHS has its own ‘Science Resource Box’.  A much more long term goal.
I spent the first week after Christmas adding to the local sourced and ‘manufactured’ materials in the box and had a lot of fun doing it.  I had mounted needles, bottle top holders (for heating small amounts of liquid – micro chemistry) and rubber corks made.  One teacher suggested that the opposite end of the bottle top holder could be used as a test tube holder – excellent idea and one now embedded into the workshop. A local electrician helped with making the holder and mounted needle and a local leather smith helped with the sourcing of the rubber bung fashioned from an old truck tyre (I was getting charged 6 GHC per bung, he 1.50GHC per bung so you can see why I got a Ghanaian to help source it!) He made the eventual hole through the rubber bung using tools he has for leather work (for 0.70GHC per bung) and really wanted to see what I would be using it for so I took the rocket launcher to his shopone day after a workshop to show him how the bungs had been used.  He managed to get the rocket to go further than any of the teachers could and nearly knocked out a pedestrian in the process! 
Emmanuel trying out the rocket

Some of Emmanuel work colleagues are disabled

Here are some other colleagues in the shop
The following weeks have been spent completing up to 3 workshops a week.  The JHS workshop funding covered copies of a written 132 page spiral bound book for each school called  ‘The science teachers handbook’ written by previous African VSO volunteers in the 1990’s and giving practical ways for teachers to teach science practically using local materials.  Perfect… and as is the way in Ghana something I just stumbled across in the office 2 months after arriving.  Typical.  The workshop funding also covered copies of the written resources for the workshop for each participant, a mineral and snack, lunch, and access to a workshop geographically close to their own school.  What more could you ask for I ask?  T& T say the Ghanaians.  I was offering no T&T.  T & T (or travel and time allowance) in Ghana is expected in workshops.  The reality is its simplest definition is corruption ‘out in the open’ and not something I was prepared to compromise on or be party to and seen to encourage in any way.   If participants weren’t happy with what I was offering to them as a circuit, as a school and as an individual they were welcome to leave, however if learning and gaining knowledge and understanding through training was more important I urged them to stay.  A risky strategy.  So far it’s paid off.  No one has walked out yet… that is walked out at the point of sharing this lack of T&T at the beginning of the workshop. More on that later.  
As it says on the tin practical is the name of the game and the whole workshop models how practical work can be used in the classroom… There is no time for sleeping and Ghanaians aren’t used to doing anything other than sitting, sleeping, passively listening and taking phone calls whilst in workshops…  but; ‘ If you snooze, you lose’ so you can imagine what happens to those who whip out a phone during the workshop!
Only thing left to say really is what an enjoyable but totally busy 4 weeks.... here are some highlights....

How organised am I!  Very; 10 sets of resources set out and ready to go


My moto, packed and ready to head off to a workshop.  The box is picked by Fred in the GES car.  Too big for the moto!



Children clean their own schools buildings.  This child has a wheelbarrow from 'Zoomlion' the company that collects rubbish in Ghana who set up a school club to discourage littering.

more cleaning...sweeping using a local brush

The box and it's equipment

example agenda.. never do they finish that late!
Not a typical classroom.
The only JHS so far to be able to provide
electricity and a bright room



Viewing the cells through the improvised magnifying glass
Setting up the onion cells

Using chromatography to discover who killed the head mistress...
was it Mrs Adongo, Mr Akolgo or Dr Atanga??
the lords prayer after cleaning to start the school day closely
followed by the Ghanaian National Anthem





How much energy is in food? Using the locally made mounted needle
and test tube holder to find out

Locally made test tube rack and improvised bunsen burner!

Some of the KG class which must have been totalling 50+ without a teacher
had the pleasure of Mme Ellie to fill in for a few minutes singing (?!)
the alphabet, baa baa black sheep and heads shoulders knees and toes...
I was desperate... luckily they knew them !!

Teachers and pupils learning how to model electricity without the use
 of equipment . I have discovered Ghanaians love to role play.
The man in the front of the shot is the JHS headmaster who was
 well up for getting involved!

Two children taking a break in the school grounds 

Teachers, rockets and water... a lethal mix!

Prepare for launch; 10, 9, 8, 7....

Children taking a break from class to enjoy the rocket spectacular and watch the solemea chase goats
(I didn't want them to get hit by the flying rocket!!)

testing foods for reducing sugars using the locally made improvised 'bottle top spoon'


discovering how to use a mercury thermometer for the first time...

Primary students being taught in their 'classroom'.