Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Back to School

Thanks to your donations, we were able to return to the village near Boti Falls armed with books, notepads, crayons, and other supplies for the teachers and children. When we arrived at the classroom constructed from mud and palm tree branches, the children eagerly greeted us with the few lines of English they had memorized for our visit. The kids at this school carry their handmade stools with them to and from class, some walk for for miles just to attend. Although the children ranged in age from 3 to 10, they all learn the same material since this is their first exposure to schooling. The teachers are volunteers from the villages who have attended only a few years of school themselves. The leader of a Ghanian nonprofit named “Big Mama” spends her time once a week teaching the teachers the lessons before they teach the children.

One of the ways the children are learning English is through music. The adorable smiles on their faces as they sang the songs to us was captivating enough to forget for a moment the reality of their future. With no source for clean water, access to health care, or proper education, the truth is that these children are more likely to master the concept of hardship than of opportunity. And, even among those vacant of basic opportunity, one child in this village will most certainly have none at all. I would tell you his name, but it is common for the villagers not to name the mentally challenged or physically deformed babies. It is believed that these children are in a state between life and death and will go home to God soon. They are typically given names of objects if they are given names at all. According to the locals, the boy in our pictures was not able to speak or hear, but a fellow volunteer was able to teach him how to high-five and play peak-a-boo within a few minutes of working with him. We wondered what else he could learn if given the chance.

After visiting the school, we also walked to see the living conditions and water source for the villagers. The water collects in a small pool at the bottom of a steep hill that is over a mile away for most villagers. It is typical for only the women and children, not the men, take this journey to fetch the water later used for bathing, drinking, and food preparation. Although the water appeared fairly clear, it is not healthy and they are at risk for many waterborne diseases.

Although the Akaa school wasn’t one of our projects we came to Ghana to work on, we couldn’t resist wanting to help these children and villagers. The basic school supplies purchased with your donation money will not only help the children learn, but also provides a glimpse of opportunity for change.

In addition to our work through Women in Progress, we’re look forward to funding additional projects with the donation money. Thanks to you for all the love and support!



Here is a video of the children learning to speak English through songs. We try to teach them "The itsy bitsy spider" at the end of the video. If the video won't play, you can try this link.

Misc Pics


A new posting is below, but here are a few miscellaneous pictures since our last update.

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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Week 3 Photos

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Sorry we don't have a story prepared to accompany the photos this week, but it seems nothing goes quite as planned here in Ghana.  Jon is working on an update to our glass sales and 
I am working on writing about our trip to an orphanage and also our experiences traveling to a very remote bead making village called Cebrino.  We hope to add it soon.

Take care and I hope those of you in the Midwest are keeping safe from the floods!

Monday, June 2, 2008

Week 2 Photos

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Obruni Salesmen of the Year

You can’t blame poverty for wanting to be here.  Anyone would want to be surrounded by the lush mountain landscape and mango trees.  The fact they will make less than three dollars per day doesn’t seem to bother the people of Odumase.  The villagers wake very early in the morning to open shops and begin selling just about anything they can carry on their heads.  The women wear handmade dresses and matching wraps that snuggle their babies piggy-back style.  But, most importantly, they wear a smile that makes any obruni (foreigner) feel welcome.  After two weeks in Ghana, it is clear the country is filled with riches intangible in nature.  


We have spent these first two weeks learning about the ancient art of beadmaking.  I have also learned how to make 16 people and 9 giant bags of onions fit into a 10 person van, how to eat Fufu soup without a spoon, and how to perfect my aim in a public restroom with only a hole in the floor.  However, the biggest cultural difference has not been any of these things.  The biggest adjustment has been getting used to how friendly everyone is to each other. If you are lost, people will not only give directions, but insist on walking a mile with you to ensure you make it to where you want to go.  If you want something a store doesn’t have, they will grab chairs for you to sit while they send someone to buy it from another store.  We have tried to offer money for these gestures, but even the poor won’t take your money for doing things seen as normal Ghanaian hospitality.  


To learn the art of beadmaking, we have been invited to homes made from clay and tin roofs to help prepare beads destined for export to your homes.  It is a very laborious process that is barely profitable for the beadmakers since most of the beads are sold cheaply to middlemen who resell the beads at market.  To create the beads, the women and men travel 2 hours to buy glass bottles at a market and then carry the heavy glass on their heads all the way back to their villages.  The family will spend the next 3 days pounding the glass by hand with a 60 pound bar until the glass is turned into a fine powder.  Next, they fill the molds made from termite mud with the glass powder and razor a plant stem into each mold to create the hole in the bead.  The beadmaker then must use expensive firewood to heat the homemade kiln to the right temperature to melt the glass for about 45 minutes.  After spending an entire day cooking the beads, they are now ready for painting, refiring in the kiln, and polishing.  Did I mention that standing by a hot oven all day in Africa is probably not something on my top 100 favorite things to do ever again?


We have also spent time researching and planning the launch of a new glass-grinding business.  This has been challenging since the villagers often don’t grasp the concept of innovation or new products.  Beadmaking has been the same for generations and the production upside of paying more for glass powder is difficult to explain.  The “time is money” adage definitely didn’t originate in this place.  In order to understand demand and communicate to the beadmakers, Jon and I have decided to do a sales pilot at the big market on Saturday.  It should be quite an interesting sight to have us two obrunis renting a stand next to 500 locals.  We are just praying that we don’t get a table next to the fish section of the market.  If you have time this week, we would also appreciate if you could pray for the sudden ability to hold our breath for 8 hours.  It is really not asking too much.


Hope this finds all of you well.  Take care!