I've been here for two weeks and 3 days already. It seems like I just arrived and it seems like I've been here forever. All is still going well. The kids that traveled to visit their extended families are all fine. Kelvin and Kweku are also doing well. Kelvin's English is very, very good. He translates for me. Kweku's English is getting better every day.
The other day when I was going to leave to come to Accra, I asked Kelvin for a hug and he gave me a nice hug. Kweku was playing under the table at the time. I don't know if he saw the hug or heard the word, but he was crawling out as fast as he could. He reached his arms up so I could pick him up and get a nice hug too.
Kelvin's reading is very good. We ready for about 1/2 hour a day when I'm in the village. Whenever the neighborhood kids see, they come over too. They are learning English from Kelvin and trying to teach me Twi. They get alot of laughs at my pronunciation.
Today I met Sean, a missionary working in the Accra area. He works with handicapped people. He is also a photographer. So, he has agreed to come to the home and take pictures for me of the kids going about their daily routine and doing their daily things. With his work he usually has some free time the first week of the month. Hopefully, he will get to our home the first week of October. I did take pictures of the items I brought as well as my "helpers" helping me unpack them all. The pictures are doing fine inside the camera! One of these days they will make it to the internet cafe so they can make it to the blog.
Oh well, that's all for now. I'll write more later.
25 August 2007
14 August 2007
Arriving In Ghana
AKWAABA, You are welcome! This is the greeting I have heard many times since arriving in Ghana. It is a very warm, friendly greeting. When I reply thank-you all is good. When I reply medase (spelling?), everyone laughs. Medase is Twi for thank-you.
I’ll try to tell you what has been happening. I left Tucson for Phoenix Monday afternoon 6 August around 1:00. I arrived in London with time to catch my flight to Ghana. However, after the plane sat on the tarmac for over an hour, I missed my connection. I then waited 7 hours and flew to Nairobi, Kenya. Then another 2 hour wait and I flew to Ghana arriving 8 August Wednesday around 1:00 in the afternoon. YEAH! I made it to Ghana. Big Bummer, 3 of my 4 bags did not. I had 3 checked bags and 2 carry on bags. In Nairobi one of my carry ons went into the storage area. It was the only one I got back. On 12 August Sunday one of my bags arrived. Today is 14 August Tuesday and still the other two have not come. They will turn up it’s just a matter of time. So, the promised picture of the items in Ghana will have to come another time.
There are some important things I have learned in this my first week back that follow:
1) Carryon luggage MUST have wheels! 7 hours in London lugging around two heavy bags was more than I could do. Since they didn’t have any luggage carts around, I found an unused wheelchair and used that for my bags.
2) Nairobi is in Kenya. Kenya is on the other side of Africa from Ghana. It is not the best way to get to Accra from London.
3) Ensure at least 3 hours between planes in London. Otherwise you may end up traveling for another 20 hours and going through Nairobi.
4) Never, Never, Never turn down a bath. They feel so very wonderful and if you try to go to bed without one you’ll wish you hadn’t!
5) The smallest amount of milk with my malaria pills makes me puke. Yes, I learned this the hard way a second time now. Hopefully, next time I come to Ghana I’ll remember.
6) You can wear an outfit for 2 days but on day 3 Ma Jane will tell you to change your clothes. It’s bad enough she has to train the children now she has to train me too.
7) Even in a village in the rain forest in Ghana you will hear electronic game noises. A volunteer gave the children a game that does all the beepy annoying things electronic games do.
8) Doing laundry in a rain forest is not an easy task. The washing by hand is the same. Three big bowls are used one for the first wash, another the second wash and finally for the rinse. When the rinse gets too soapy or the first wash too dirty, the first wash water is thrown out, the second wash becomes the first wash, the rinse becomes the second wash and fresh water is now used to rinse. That is no problem (especially since I sit and watch the mothers and the children do it!) The difficulty comes in getting the clothes dry. It will rain in the afternoon for sure. You leave the wash out for a small sprinkle and if a large rain comes you run out and take it all down. During the evening you bring in all the laundry. In the morning you put everything back out on the line and hope it will dry before the rains comes.
9) In Ghana to honor a welcomed guest extra oil is used in cooking their food. Ma Jane gave me about a cup of oil in my beans. I drained as much off as I could. She asked me if the oil was “spoiled” (gone bad or rotten). I told her it was very good but much more than I can have. I am still working on convincing her that I don’t need as much oil in my food as she keeps providing. This trip I may come back with 50 more pounds if I don’t get this quickly changed!
10) Almonds grow on trees and some are planted by the Junior Secondary School (JSS). The pod that is around the almond is huge. The pod is at least 10 times larger than the yellow shell I am used to seeing. Regina and Patricia found the pods, used rocks to pound off the outside pod portion and then finally cracked the final almond shell. All of that work for one small almond which would then be shared with everyone sitting there (5 of us). It was delicious. Don’t worry, there is plenty of food in the home. Finding an almond on the playground is a treat to be enjoyed and shared.
When I arrived the children sang me a song and presented me with flowers. It was very nice.
Kweku is our youngest. He is 2.5 years old and is fluent in Twi. Anything that is not Twi he will nod his head and answer yes. Luckily, he is not afraid of white people. He sat on my lap the very first day. When he gets tired he goes and lies down in the boys’ room. He puts himself down for a nap when he is tired usually in the morning but sometimes in the afternoon too. One day I thought he was asleep in the boys’ room. I looked on all the beds and didn’t see him. I started to panic until I saw he was sleeping on a mat on the floor between the beds. He can sleep through anything. The roof is corrugated metal. There was a huge storm so you had to shout to hear each other. He slept through it just fine. However, one day when his grandmother came to visit he immediately awoke. She just said hello and was talking to the Ma Jane and Grandma Emelia in a normal voice. It is Kweku’s favorite voice so he jumped up to see her. It was very cute. She visited for about an hour. He didn’t cry when she left, he just said bye-bye. He knows she’ll be back for anther visit.
One day a little girl came walking into the yard. Kweku ran over and greeted her with a hug. They were so cute. We were all going to the school yard to play. The little girl held Kweku’s hand and was coming along. I said, “Wait, wait, who is her mother? We can’t take her with us without permission.” “Don’t worry Madam Florence, it is OK. She is Grandma’s daughter’s child,” replied Patience. Emelia smiled and said that it was fine for her to go with us. Thus started our trip to the school where the almonds were found, football (soccer) was played and two young children made me laugh.
Kweku and Mami were like kids anywhere. They saw all the open grass and ran, fell down and laughed. Mami called me Obruni (white person), she’d run and fall. I thought it was hysterical to hear such a small girl call me Obruni that I laughed. Big mistake. Now both Mami and Kweku would say Obruni and I’d watch them run and fall or roll around or jump and do all the things 2.5 year old children do. The mistake was in encouraging them to call me Obruni. That is fine for people who don’t know me but when you know me I should be either Madam Florence or Ma or Auntie (to someone of my same generation I would be sister). So I told the kids to call me Ma and when they said Obruni I wouldn’t look. When they said Ma I would. Kweku and Mami kept calling Obruni, Obruni, Obruni and I kept ignoring them. Finally Mami said, “Ma Twi Twi Twi Twi” and I responded. Patience was laughing. She told me what Mami said was “Ma we’ve been calling you.” It was hysterical. This little girl getting frustrated because I am too stupid to realize that I am the only Obruni around.
The older children have now gone to visit their extended families in their hometowns. Kelvin who is 6.5 (not 5.5) started crying. He was upset that his brothers and sisters were going away and that he had to stay. Evans told him that they would return in time for school and that Kelvin would get a trip to Accra. This made things a little better, not a lot better but a little.
Kelvin speaks English very, very well. He is a very sweet young boy with a big smile. His whole face lights up with his smile. The only thing missing is his two front teeth. I’ll get a picture posted one of these days. I have invited him to sit on my lap and he has shyly declined. But, when hugs are being given out he is ready for his also. When Anne-Christien had visited Kelvin was still adjusting to his new environment. He now is doing very well. He laughs and plays and acts like any other happy child.
That is all for this time around. It’s mostly about Kweku and Kelvin because these are the 2 I have just met. Also, the other kids were only with me for 2 days before they traveled to their hometowns. I have a whole list of pictures that I plan to take that I will place on this blog later.
Thanks for reading. Love to all my family and friends.
I’ll try to tell you what has been happening. I left Tucson for Phoenix Monday afternoon 6 August around 1:00. I arrived in London with time to catch my flight to Ghana. However, after the plane sat on the tarmac for over an hour, I missed my connection. I then waited 7 hours and flew to Nairobi, Kenya. Then another 2 hour wait and I flew to Ghana arriving 8 August Wednesday around 1:00 in the afternoon. YEAH! I made it to Ghana. Big Bummer, 3 of my 4 bags did not. I had 3 checked bags and 2 carry on bags. In Nairobi one of my carry ons went into the storage area. It was the only one I got back. On 12 August Sunday one of my bags arrived. Today is 14 August Tuesday and still the other two have not come. They will turn up it’s just a matter of time. So, the promised picture of the items in Ghana will have to come another time.
There are some important things I have learned in this my first week back that follow:
1) Carryon luggage MUST have wheels! 7 hours in London lugging around two heavy bags was more than I could do. Since they didn’t have any luggage carts around, I found an unused wheelchair and used that for my bags.
2) Nairobi is in Kenya. Kenya is on the other side of Africa from Ghana. It is not the best way to get to Accra from London.
3) Ensure at least 3 hours between planes in London. Otherwise you may end up traveling for another 20 hours and going through Nairobi.
4) Never, Never, Never turn down a bath. They feel so very wonderful and if you try to go to bed without one you’ll wish you hadn’t!
5) The smallest amount of milk with my malaria pills makes me puke. Yes, I learned this the hard way a second time now. Hopefully, next time I come to Ghana I’ll remember.
6) You can wear an outfit for 2 days but on day 3 Ma Jane will tell you to change your clothes. It’s bad enough she has to train the children now she has to train me too.
7) Even in a village in the rain forest in Ghana you will hear electronic game noises. A volunteer gave the children a game that does all the beepy annoying things electronic games do.
8) Doing laundry in a rain forest is not an easy task. The washing by hand is the same. Three big bowls are used one for the first wash, another the second wash and finally for the rinse. When the rinse gets too soapy or the first wash too dirty, the first wash water is thrown out, the second wash becomes the first wash, the rinse becomes the second wash and fresh water is now used to rinse. That is no problem (especially since I sit and watch the mothers and the children do it!) The difficulty comes in getting the clothes dry. It will rain in the afternoon for sure. You leave the wash out for a small sprinkle and if a large rain comes you run out and take it all down. During the evening you bring in all the laundry. In the morning you put everything back out on the line and hope it will dry before the rains comes.
9) In Ghana to honor a welcomed guest extra oil is used in cooking their food. Ma Jane gave me about a cup of oil in my beans. I drained as much off as I could. She asked me if the oil was “spoiled” (gone bad or rotten). I told her it was very good but much more than I can have. I am still working on convincing her that I don’t need as much oil in my food as she keeps providing. This trip I may come back with 50 more pounds if I don’t get this quickly changed!
10) Almonds grow on trees and some are planted by the Junior Secondary School (JSS). The pod that is around the almond is huge. The pod is at least 10 times larger than the yellow shell I am used to seeing. Regina and Patricia found the pods, used rocks to pound off the outside pod portion and then finally cracked the final almond shell. All of that work for one small almond which would then be shared with everyone sitting there (5 of us). It was delicious. Don’t worry, there is plenty of food in the home. Finding an almond on the playground is a treat to be enjoyed and shared.
When I arrived the children sang me a song and presented me with flowers. It was very nice.
Kweku is our youngest. He is 2.5 years old and is fluent in Twi. Anything that is not Twi he will nod his head and answer yes. Luckily, he is not afraid of white people. He sat on my lap the very first day. When he gets tired he goes and lies down in the boys’ room. He puts himself down for a nap when he is tired usually in the morning but sometimes in the afternoon too. One day I thought he was asleep in the boys’ room. I looked on all the beds and didn’t see him. I started to panic until I saw he was sleeping on a mat on the floor between the beds. He can sleep through anything. The roof is corrugated metal. There was a huge storm so you had to shout to hear each other. He slept through it just fine. However, one day when his grandmother came to visit he immediately awoke. She just said hello and was talking to the Ma Jane and Grandma Emelia in a normal voice. It is Kweku’s favorite voice so he jumped up to see her. It was very cute. She visited for about an hour. He didn’t cry when she left, he just said bye-bye. He knows she’ll be back for anther visit.
One day a little girl came walking into the yard. Kweku ran over and greeted her with a hug. They were so cute. We were all going to the school yard to play. The little girl held Kweku’s hand and was coming along. I said, “Wait, wait, who is her mother? We can’t take her with us without permission.” “Don’t worry Madam Florence, it is OK. She is Grandma’s daughter’s child,” replied Patience. Emelia smiled and said that it was fine for her to go with us. Thus started our trip to the school where the almonds were found, football (soccer) was played and two young children made me laugh.
Kweku and Mami were like kids anywhere. They saw all the open grass and ran, fell down and laughed. Mami called me Obruni (white person), she’d run and fall. I thought it was hysterical to hear such a small girl call me Obruni that I laughed. Big mistake. Now both Mami and Kweku would say Obruni and I’d watch them run and fall or roll around or jump and do all the things 2.5 year old children do. The mistake was in encouraging them to call me Obruni. That is fine for people who don’t know me but when you know me I should be either Madam Florence or Ma or Auntie (to someone of my same generation I would be sister). So I told the kids to call me Ma and when they said Obruni I wouldn’t look. When they said Ma I would. Kweku and Mami kept calling Obruni, Obruni, Obruni and I kept ignoring them. Finally Mami said, “Ma Twi Twi Twi Twi” and I responded. Patience was laughing. She told me what Mami said was “Ma we’ve been calling you.” It was hysterical. This little girl getting frustrated because I am too stupid to realize that I am the only Obruni around.
The older children have now gone to visit their extended families in their hometowns. Kelvin who is 6.5 (not 5.5) started crying. He was upset that his brothers and sisters were going away and that he had to stay. Evans told him that they would return in time for school and that Kelvin would get a trip to Accra. This made things a little better, not a lot better but a little.
Kelvin speaks English very, very well. He is a very sweet young boy with a big smile. His whole face lights up with his smile. The only thing missing is his two front teeth. I’ll get a picture posted one of these days. I have invited him to sit on my lap and he has shyly declined. But, when hugs are being given out he is ready for his also. When Anne-Christien had visited Kelvin was still adjusting to his new environment. He now is doing very well. He laughs and plays and acts like any other happy child.
That is all for this time around. It’s mostly about Kweku and Kelvin because these are the 2 I have just met. Also, the other kids were only with me for 2 days before they traveled to their hometowns. I have a whole list of pictures that I plan to take that I will place on this blog later.
Thanks for reading. Love to all my family and friends.
11 July 2007
Start of Trip 2! Ghana 2007
Nyame Adom Foundation of America (NAFofA) is up and running thanks to many generous supporters. Please click on the link at the side to read more about this organization or click on the url here http://www.nafofa.org/
I'm once again "unemployed". I can't say retired any more because with 10 children to feed, I'll be working for quite a while. Luckily, I am out of work for my trip to Ghana. This time I will be there for 3.5 months. My plans are to live with the children and encourage them in their reading and writing. When I get everything together, I'll post a picture of all the books and school supplies I'll be bringing. Thanks to everyone who donated used books and an extra big thanks to Carolynn for donating all her teaching supplies!
I am the third NAFofA board member to go visit and inspect our orphanage, tiny (2.5 acre) farm and after school program in Ghana. Just like all the rest, I must pay for the trip myself. When people donate to NAFofA, all funds are spent for the Ghanaian programs. Hopefully, we'll get a grant from a larger organization and include the airline travel for inspections. Until then, we'll keep paying our own way. (If anybody out there knows of a grant giving organization that we should apply to, please let me know.) ( Also, if Oprah, Bill, Melinda, Warren, Jimmy, Sting or any of their close personal friends should happen to be reading, drop me a line. Have I got a great program for you!)
My plans for this trip are as follows:
Thanks for reading this and if you have any questions, please drop me a line.
I'm once again "unemployed". I can't say retired any more because with 10 children to feed, I'll be working for quite a while. Luckily, I am out of work for my trip to Ghana. This time I will be there for 3.5 months. My plans are to live with the children and encourage them in their reading and writing. When I get everything together, I'll post a picture of all the books and school supplies I'll be bringing. Thanks to everyone who donated used books and an extra big thanks to Carolynn for donating all her teaching supplies!
I am the third NAFofA board member to go visit and inspect our orphanage, tiny (2.5 acre) farm and after school program in Ghana. Just like all the rest, I must pay for the trip myself. When people donate to NAFofA, all funds are spent for the Ghanaian programs. Hopefully, we'll get a grant from a larger organization and include the airline travel for inspections. Until then, we'll keep paying our own way. (If anybody out there knows of a grant giving organization that we should apply to, please let me know.) ( Also, if Oprah, Bill, Melinda, Warren, Jimmy, Sting or any of their close personal friends should happen to be reading, drop me a line. Have I got a great program for you!)
My plans for this trip are as follows:
- to inspect the Nyame Adom Foundation
- to meet with the teachers of our kids to see how their studies are progressing
- to talk with the school headmaster and the teachers in the after school program to see what else is needed
- to live with the children again!!!! (Note: I will call them "the children", "our children", "the kids", "our kids", "my kids" and "my children". In my heart they're MY children.)
- to spend some time at other orphanages I'd like to see how other programs are run to see what ideas we should incorporate.
- to find a way to help the orphanage become self-sustaining
- to determine what it would take to open a high school / vocational school and to see whether this is feasible
- to investigate what high schools / vocational schools are available for our kids to attend
- to meet the people of the community where our kids live
- to visit with old friends that I haven't seen in over a year
- to spend time staring at the ocean!
Thanks for reading this and if you have any questions, please drop me a line.
25 September 2006
Nyame Adom Foundation of America (NAFofA)
A quick update. You may recall that while in Ghana I helped start Nyame Adom Foundation a non-governmental organization (NGO) charity. Now that I'm home I've helped start Nyame Adom Foundation of America (NAFofA). This is a non-profit charity registered in Arizona. We already have 8 children in our home. These are 8 of the children that I was with while in Ghana! The other two children are doing fine. Kofi is with his mother Beatrice back in her hometown. Susana is back with her older brothers and sisters in her hometown. Her eldest brother is now able to support her and is happy to have his family back together.
Please click on the link to go to the website. You'll see pictures of the children and read about what is happening now. Please tell all your friends and family members about us. We need everyone's help. Our website address is:
http://www.nafofa.org
Please click on the link to go to the website. You'll see pictures of the children and read about what is happening now. Please tell all your friends and family members about us. We need everyone's help. Our website address is:
http://www.nafofa.org
23 May 2006
Lake Volta Trip Pictures 2
Me, Evans, Anne-Christien and Rico on the lake.
Evans with Rico and Anne-Christien. I really like this picture everyone is laughing.
This is how huge the barge is. That is a big truck full of lumber. You can also see people sleeping on top of the big crates of yams. These crates were loaded by women carrying yams on their heads, thru the water then up the ramps. After carrying 10 loads they made 5,000 cedis about 60 cents US.
Lake Volta Trip Pictures 1
This is the presidential yacht. I'm sure the president wanted me to go for a trip on it but no one would let me get near it. Rico and Anne-Christien were being spoiled sports.
21 May 2006
Pictures of Erik and Johanna
This is the last picture in the series so start at the bottom and move up. Here's Erik at the end of his speech when he's removed his suit and put on his old work boots.
Erik giving his speech sitting on the stairs. Then waiting while his speech was translated into Twi so everyone could understand it.
Erik and Johanna in front of the school they built.
An Amazing Young Man
I met a young man named Erik Van Der Ven. He was from the Netherlands and was volunteering through a different organization. He got money by working and fund raising to come to Ghana to help children. He wanted to build a school so that orphans would have a chance for a better life through education. The bishop of the orphanage where he was placed gave him the bid for the school. The bishop insisted he use the bishops suppliers and workers. Included in the bid was one Mercedes Benz color gray. Yes, everyone knows you can not build a school without first buying a car. Needless to say Erik was beside himself. He hadn't worked or raised funds for a Mercedes. Luckily he met Johanna a woman working as the director of the vocational school at the Liberian Refugee Camp. Johanna is a lay missionary from a Catholic relief agency. Johanna told Erik to buy the materials and her students would do all the building for free. They would build the school as practical experience for their own education. First Johanna and Erik had to convince the bishop this was the way to go. When the bishop was informed the only way Erik would build the school was this way, he agreed. The vocational school ends at 12:00 but none of the workers left the job site until sundown. Many other Liberians also volunteered to work as laborers as a way to show their appreciation to the Ghanaian people for allowing the refugees into their country. Since the vocational workers now had no time earn money for themselves, Erik paid them 10,000 cedis a day for their work. This is about $1.20 US. This is also about 50 percent less than they would have made elsewhere. The workers wanted to help the orphanage and Erik. Not one speaker before Erik mentioned the Liberian workers but all were very grateful to Erik. The following is the speech Erik gave at the opening ceremonies of the school. You can also click on the link to see pictures of the school in progress.
Speech Opening School 03-04-06.
Hello everybody. Thank you all for coming to this opening day. For those of you who see me for the first time today, I'm Erik. Some call me the leader of this project, some call me the head or the founder, but I tell you all right now, I'm not. I don't know anything about building, I'm no engineer, I'm just a Dutch boy who wanted to do something good.In fact, I didn't come to this orphanage to build at all. I just came here as a volunteer to take care for the children, and put up a fund called Support Fund Ghana to help me buy the stuff they needed. But when I came here, it soon became very clear to me that the most important thing they needed, was good education. And when I saw the school I knew that there was a lot of work to do. And that's how this project started. A project that really soon turned out to be much more special than I ever thought it would be. A project that broke some cultural boundaries. A project where you could see people growing. A project that would change old habits, and challenged us all. A project where different people from different cultures try to work together. And sometimes two cultures met each other, and stood face to face. I come from a culture much different than here. In my culture respect is something you have to earn. Respect is in things you achieved, you say, and you stand for, and you have to prove it day after day again not to lose it. In my culture, it takes a long time to reach the point of respect, and with one mistake, most of the time your at base one again. It's not something that comes with a name, or with the way you are dressed. It's not in the position you have in society or the status you have. It's all in what you say and do. A housewife can have more respect than a minister. In my culture, a mouse can always fight an elephant, and teach him a lesson.So is this Erik a mouse that came into another culture, trying to beat an elephant? No, I'm not. I'm always willing to listen to any elephant, but as long as you can't convince me, I'll stay on my own path. And that's why this project happened the way it happened. For the first time in the history of Ghana, refugees did a project for the Ghanaian society, on Ghanaian ground. Why? Is it because I like refugees more? Don't I trust Ghanaian people? Can't Ghanaian people do the job? No, all wrong. I did it, just because it felt good. And I am Erik, a Dutch boy, who just wanted to do something good. I did it, because I wanted to help people. And by doing it this way, I got the most out of this project. Students worked on this project. Each day they learned new skills which they can use again if they have the chance to go home and rebuild their own country. Children will be learning in this school, and so will have a better chance for a brighter future. We have helped the Bishop to expand his orphanage however the bishop in this project didn't have to pay for a single thing for what happened on this ground. For me the Liberians did it the fastest they could, with hardly any breaks, 7 days a week, so me and my sponsors could see it finished before I go home. This was a win win project. How could this be wrong? This could only be good. And that's why I did it. Just because I wanted to do something good. Not a single Liberian ever made me doubt my decision. How could I, when every time I walked up to the building site, I saw people working really hard, but all with a big smile on their face. Some were tired, some were sick, some soaked of sweat because the sun was on their head too much, some even had accidents. But everybody kept working, no time for complaining, and all stayed smiling. These people are a true example for me, and I look up to them.Although I brought in the money for building this school, I'm not a rich person. I don't like it when people think I am, and see a lot of chances through me. When I go back home the day after tomorrow, I step in a plane with no money in my pockets at all. Everything is left here, and is in the school building right now. Wow, so Erik bought the whole school building? No, not at all. At home there's been a lot of work done to gather money. A lot of people who trusted me sponsored my fund to do 'something good' out here. I'm not a rich person. Although I may look right now as a well dressed head of the project. I'm not, and I'll never feel that way. To be honest, I still wear my free Areeba T-shirt which I got when I bought my phone card. I still wear my shorts, and I still like wearing my old sports shoes. Just because they fit me well and I feel comfortable in them. And I've done this for the past three months no different. It didn't matter which meeting I had, it didn't matter which bank manager I had to speak to, I wore my shorts, and T-shirt. I did this for the past three months, and I'll still do it now. It's not about how you look. It's about what you have to say. (Florence's addition ---- At this point Erik took off the suit he was given and had on his shorts and t-shirt. He also changed into his work boots and at the end of the speech donned his dirty old ball cap.)
I'm no more than anybody else. When I'm home again I'll have to go to school myself too. Just like all the children here who we built this school for. When I'm home again I'll have to work hard to buy my own clothes, to eat my own food, and to have my own place to stay. I'm a student, not a rich person. I won't be able to send over money. I won't be able to buy tickets for people to come over. I won't be able to send second hand cars, sponsor more projects or take care for someone's career. I'm not a messiah that will improve everybody's lives. I'm Erik, a Dutch boy, who just wanted to do something good.If I look back on this project, I don't feel like a leader at all. We have had no leader. We have had no head. We had no boss. And we didn't need one. We did everything together. All of us. In fact, I even don't like it at all to be standing here, seen as the main person of the project. I didn't build this school. I did not even touched one stone of it. And therefore, I'm not the one that should be thanked and the one who gets all the gratitude. The ones I want to thank and the ones who I really respect are the Liberians who did the job. Most of them who have really traumatic backgrounds, that came here, and showed everybody what they were capable of. I have a lot of respect for Eric, who co-ordinated everybody and every material. I'm proud of him, although I know that sometimes he thinks different. He really impressed me about the kind of work he did. Wisé, who was always there instructing workers. I really want to thank all of the workers, which showed up everyday, wasting no time, took their tools, and started, with that same smile again, over and over, 7 days a week. We are looking at time brothers, was the main thing your heard everybody say. And how is it possible that people stayed working so hard? Who thought of thanking the cooks? They were there everyday. They made sure there was enough energy for them in their meals, everybody enjoyed the food so much that they all kept going. Really, we couldn't have done it without them! Bernardt, who secured the whole place, sometimes slept on the building site, and made sure nothing would be missing when the next morning the job started again. It's always in the little things that makes the big things happen. I really respect the whole of the SMA staff about their honestly and how open they where throughout the whole project. They trusted me and helped me out in different times. I respect the way Johannah took care of me, the project, and her people. She's too much the same like me, so I know that she doesn't like me naming her now. But then I might say this is only to get her back because she also mentioned me in her speech last week. Johannah, thank you. Really I have learnt and still learn a lot from you. You are the kind of person I look up to. Holland misses people like you, but you are needed here. You really made my trip. I need to mention that we all couldn't have done this without the help of my home. A lot of work has been done behind the scenes. The website that really made me able to do this project and made people interested. The money transfers, the sponsors that made Support Fund Ghana, the articles in the newspapers. It wasn't me who did this. This project relies on a lot of people other than myself who deserve the same amount of recognition. There's another person, which I have to say that I really respect. I've got a roommate, which chose to join the project half way. By doing this, he chose to never have as much recognition as I got. He chose to always stay in the background. People tell me, God blesses you Erik, you built a school. Guy put as much personal money in this as I did. Guy is a student as well. Guy will have to go to school himself too when he's back home. But who thanked him for this project? Without him, the third room would be missing right now. Thank you Guy, really.For me, he is one of the examples what I stand for in life. Recognition shouldn't satisfy the job. It's the job itself that needs to satisfy you. For the past 5,5 weeks I've been proud and satisfied. The past 5,5 weeks were full of recognition and fulfilment. And to be honest now, you don't satisfy me by making big celebrations, a lot of good words, or official ceremonies. What would satisfy me, is keeping up the good work. And that all lies in your hands right now Pierre.A proper school building Pierre, doesn't make good education. It is like what i was trying to say with taking off my clothes. A nice suit doesn't make you a project leader, or a respected recognised person. A proper school building doesn't make well educated children. It is all about what's inside.A proper school building changes only one thing. It give's you more possibilities. So make use of those possibilities. Use this building to improve the education of the children. You have got an office right know, a library, and three big rooms with furniture. Get the right motivated teachers. No sleeping during the lessons anymore. Use the office to make the right decisions, to make tight schedules, and to organise everything well. Use the library to store books, papers and pencils for the children to teach them how to read and write, and keep up the discipline not to lose any of these materials. You've got enough benches now for every child to sit and work on. So now let them work. They need it. They deserve it. I challenge you Pierre, to make the Good Shepherd International School a school which the whole of Ghana can be proud of.As proud as I am about this project and how it went. We did almost the impossible. But proved once again, that if you really want to do something, nothing is impossible. I have really learnt and experienced a lot in my three months here. A lot of positive things, but also I have learnt a lot from my negative experiences here too. SQL didn't contribute anything to this project, but did teach me a lot. I have also had the same experiences with my time at the orphanage as well. However I have learnt that negative experiences can be quite educational, therefore I look at them in a positive way right now because they have taught me a lot. This project taught everybody a lot.Somebody special here experienced that age doesn't matter, you are never to old to learn. And that's where I hope this school will be the start of. Young people will have their start in the world of learning... and this process will never stop. I might be the one who started this project, but I'm not the leader. I will go home, but this project.... will never stop.I'm no leader, no head, and I'm not the one who should be thanked. I did something that I thought was right. However I am missing something that I've always worn in my three months here. Ah, there it is. I'm Erik, a Dutch boy, who just wanted to do something good.
Speech Opening School 03-04-06.
Hello everybody. Thank you all for coming to this opening day. For those of you who see me for the first time today, I'm Erik. Some call me the leader of this project, some call me the head or the founder, but I tell you all right now, I'm not. I don't know anything about building, I'm no engineer, I'm just a Dutch boy who wanted to do something good.In fact, I didn't come to this orphanage to build at all. I just came here as a volunteer to take care for the children, and put up a fund called Support Fund Ghana to help me buy the stuff they needed. But when I came here, it soon became very clear to me that the most important thing they needed, was good education. And when I saw the school I knew that there was a lot of work to do. And that's how this project started. A project that really soon turned out to be much more special than I ever thought it would be. A project that broke some cultural boundaries. A project where you could see people growing. A project that would change old habits, and challenged us all. A project where different people from different cultures try to work together. And sometimes two cultures met each other, and stood face to face. I come from a culture much different than here. In my culture respect is something you have to earn. Respect is in things you achieved, you say, and you stand for, and you have to prove it day after day again not to lose it. In my culture, it takes a long time to reach the point of respect, and with one mistake, most of the time your at base one again. It's not something that comes with a name, or with the way you are dressed. It's not in the position you have in society or the status you have. It's all in what you say and do. A housewife can have more respect than a minister. In my culture, a mouse can always fight an elephant, and teach him a lesson.So is this Erik a mouse that came into another culture, trying to beat an elephant? No, I'm not. I'm always willing to listen to any elephant, but as long as you can't convince me, I'll stay on my own path. And that's why this project happened the way it happened. For the first time in the history of Ghana, refugees did a project for the Ghanaian society, on Ghanaian ground. Why? Is it because I like refugees more? Don't I trust Ghanaian people? Can't Ghanaian people do the job? No, all wrong. I did it, just because it felt good. And I am Erik, a Dutch boy, who just wanted to do something good. I did it, because I wanted to help people. And by doing it this way, I got the most out of this project. Students worked on this project. Each day they learned new skills which they can use again if they have the chance to go home and rebuild their own country. Children will be learning in this school, and so will have a better chance for a brighter future. We have helped the Bishop to expand his orphanage however the bishop in this project didn't have to pay for a single thing for what happened on this ground. For me the Liberians did it the fastest they could, with hardly any breaks, 7 days a week, so me and my sponsors could see it finished before I go home. This was a win win project. How could this be wrong? This could only be good. And that's why I did it. Just because I wanted to do something good. Not a single Liberian ever made me doubt my decision. How could I, when every time I walked up to the building site, I saw people working really hard, but all with a big smile on their face. Some were tired, some were sick, some soaked of sweat because the sun was on their head too much, some even had accidents. But everybody kept working, no time for complaining, and all stayed smiling. These people are a true example for me, and I look up to them.Although I brought in the money for building this school, I'm not a rich person. I don't like it when people think I am, and see a lot of chances through me. When I go back home the day after tomorrow, I step in a plane with no money in my pockets at all. Everything is left here, and is in the school building right now. Wow, so Erik bought the whole school building? No, not at all. At home there's been a lot of work done to gather money. A lot of people who trusted me sponsored my fund to do 'something good' out here. I'm not a rich person. Although I may look right now as a well dressed head of the project. I'm not, and I'll never feel that way. To be honest, I still wear my free Areeba T-shirt which I got when I bought my phone card. I still wear my shorts, and I still like wearing my old sports shoes. Just because they fit me well and I feel comfortable in them. And I've done this for the past three months no different. It didn't matter which meeting I had, it didn't matter which bank manager I had to speak to, I wore my shorts, and T-shirt. I did this for the past three months, and I'll still do it now. It's not about how you look. It's about what you have to say. (Florence's addition ---- At this point Erik took off the suit he was given and had on his shorts and t-shirt. He also changed into his work boots and at the end of the speech donned his dirty old ball cap.)
I'm no more than anybody else. When I'm home again I'll have to go to school myself too. Just like all the children here who we built this school for. When I'm home again I'll have to work hard to buy my own clothes, to eat my own food, and to have my own place to stay. I'm a student, not a rich person. I won't be able to send over money. I won't be able to buy tickets for people to come over. I won't be able to send second hand cars, sponsor more projects or take care for someone's career. I'm not a messiah that will improve everybody's lives. I'm Erik, a Dutch boy, who just wanted to do something good.If I look back on this project, I don't feel like a leader at all. We have had no leader. We have had no head. We had no boss. And we didn't need one. We did everything together. All of us. In fact, I even don't like it at all to be standing here, seen as the main person of the project. I didn't build this school. I did not even touched one stone of it. And therefore, I'm not the one that should be thanked and the one who gets all the gratitude. The ones I want to thank and the ones who I really respect are the Liberians who did the job. Most of them who have really traumatic backgrounds, that came here, and showed everybody what they were capable of. I have a lot of respect for Eric, who co-ordinated everybody and every material. I'm proud of him, although I know that sometimes he thinks different. He really impressed me about the kind of work he did. Wisé, who was always there instructing workers. I really want to thank all of the workers, which showed up everyday, wasting no time, took their tools, and started, with that same smile again, over and over, 7 days a week. We are looking at time brothers, was the main thing your heard everybody say. And how is it possible that people stayed working so hard? Who thought of thanking the cooks? They were there everyday. They made sure there was enough energy for them in their meals, everybody enjoyed the food so much that they all kept going. Really, we couldn't have done it without them! Bernardt, who secured the whole place, sometimes slept on the building site, and made sure nothing would be missing when the next morning the job started again. It's always in the little things that makes the big things happen. I really respect the whole of the SMA staff about their honestly and how open they where throughout the whole project. They trusted me and helped me out in different times. I respect the way Johannah took care of me, the project, and her people. She's too much the same like me, so I know that she doesn't like me naming her now. But then I might say this is only to get her back because she also mentioned me in her speech last week. Johannah, thank you. Really I have learnt and still learn a lot from you. You are the kind of person I look up to. Holland misses people like you, but you are needed here. You really made my trip. I need to mention that we all couldn't have done this without the help of my home. A lot of work has been done behind the scenes. The website that really made me able to do this project and made people interested. The money transfers, the sponsors that made Support Fund Ghana, the articles in the newspapers. It wasn't me who did this. This project relies on a lot of people other than myself who deserve the same amount of recognition. There's another person, which I have to say that I really respect. I've got a roommate, which chose to join the project half way. By doing this, he chose to never have as much recognition as I got. He chose to always stay in the background. People tell me, God blesses you Erik, you built a school. Guy put as much personal money in this as I did. Guy is a student as well. Guy will have to go to school himself too when he's back home. But who thanked him for this project? Without him, the third room would be missing right now. Thank you Guy, really.For me, he is one of the examples what I stand for in life. Recognition shouldn't satisfy the job. It's the job itself that needs to satisfy you. For the past 5,5 weeks I've been proud and satisfied. The past 5,5 weeks were full of recognition and fulfilment. And to be honest now, you don't satisfy me by making big celebrations, a lot of good words, or official ceremonies. What would satisfy me, is keeping up the good work. And that all lies in your hands right now Pierre.A proper school building Pierre, doesn't make good education. It is like what i was trying to say with taking off my clothes. A nice suit doesn't make you a project leader, or a respected recognised person. A proper school building doesn't make well educated children. It is all about what's inside.A proper school building changes only one thing. It give's you more possibilities. So make use of those possibilities. Use this building to improve the education of the children. You have got an office right know, a library, and three big rooms with furniture. Get the right motivated teachers. No sleeping during the lessons anymore. Use the office to make the right decisions, to make tight schedules, and to organise everything well. Use the library to store books, papers and pencils for the children to teach them how to read and write, and keep up the discipline not to lose any of these materials. You've got enough benches now for every child to sit and work on. So now let them work. They need it. They deserve it. I challenge you Pierre, to make the Good Shepherd International School a school which the whole of Ghana can be proud of.As proud as I am about this project and how it went. We did almost the impossible. But proved once again, that if you really want to do something, nothing is impossible. I have really learnt and experienced a lot in my three months here. A lot of positive things, but also I have learnt a lot from my negative experiences here too. SQL didn't contribute anything to this project, but did teach me a lot. I have also had the same experiences with my time at the orphanage as well. However I have learnt that negative experiences can be quite educational, therefore I look at them in a positive way right now because they have taught me a lot. This project taught everybody a lot.Somebody special here experienced that age doesn't matter, you are never to old to learn. And that's where I hope this school will be the start of. Young people will have their start in the world of learning... and this process will never stop. I might be the one who started this project, but I'm not the leader. I will go home, but this project.... will never stop.I'm no leader, no head, and I'm not the one who should be thanked. I did something that I thought was right. However I am missing something that I've always worn in my three months here. Ah, there it is. I'm Erik, a Dutch boy, who just wanted to do something good.
Pictures of Dr. Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Trip 1
Starting out almost at trail.
My Favorite Tree. A branch is the size of most other trees. See last picture where we are standing by it to get a hint of its size.
Listening to our tour guide.
18 May 2006
Pictures of First Board Meeting of Nyame Adom Foundation
From left to right Peter, Me, Evans and Tina.
Pictures Kitchen and Bath Completed
Window on back wall of kitchen.
Patience showing where top of original kitchen was.
Painted inside of the kitchen with new table for food preparation also.
Front view of the toilet on right and bath on left.
Completed toilet in painted room.
Pictures Water Stands and School Uniforms
Here is the completed platform ready for a polytank.
Finished product. Tables with water containers, soap, cups, bowls --- everything you need for clean hands.
The children in their new school uniforms purchased by Anne-Christien's family. Back Row left to right are Patricia, Regina, Stephen, Benjamin and Prince. Middle row are Patricia, Father John and Justice. Front row is Kofi
15 May 2006
More Things
More Ghana fun in geek style bullets.
*) I went to see a palm oil farm. It was in the rain forest. First we did some four wheel driving to get there. Then I walked around on a path seeing all the amazing plants. When we got thirsty, my friends found a coconut tree and we had coconut water. It wasn't that far from a small village but I still felt like I was in Africa in the middle of nowhere surrounded by plants and animals. Ok so I didn't see any animals but they had to be there somehwere. It was mind blowing! At one point I said who planted that pineapple I'd like to eat it. My friends just laughed and said that it was a wild -- no one planted it and it wouldn't be ripe for another 3 months.
*) I also went tooling around the back roads in Steve's truck while Steve was back in the states. Johanna was driving on the dirt roads and it was amazingly green and beautiful. We saw acres and acres of pineapple farms.
*) In the "What a Small World" category Steve is an American working in Ghana. He is with Catholic missionaries in the Liberian Refugee camp. When we met he said he was coming back to the states to be the best man in his brother's wedding. His brother is getting married in Tucson, AZ!!!! So, on May 26th I will be attending a wedding as the date of the best man. I am old enough to be his mother and already married but when you're in Ghana looking for a date in Tucson who will buy her own ticket you can't be too damn choosy!! OK, so he wasn't looking for a date but we did meet and he did invite me and I am going to the wedding.
*) I went shopping with Brother Evans because Sylvia wasn't feeling well. I walked around with him instead of just sitting. When people see an Obruni, it's not unusual for them to ask for something. After all if you are an Obruni in Ghana you are very wealthy by Ghanaian standards and sometimes people will give something. There's no harm in asking. At first I ignored it, then it started to get on my nerves and piss me off a little. Luckily I got over that and I just had fun with it. Whenever anyone would ask me for some money I would multiply the amount by 10 and ask them for that instead. They were always shocked because Obrunis don't ask Ghanaians for money! I loved to see the looks on their faces followed by the laughter. Alot of time also the people ask for money as an opening to a conversation. The following is a discussion between me and a young woman while I was shopping with Evans.
Her: I need some money.
Me: I do too will you give me some? (I hold out my hand waiting for my money and she laughs).
Her: Will you give me 2,000 cedis (less than 25 cents US)?
Me: Will you give me 20,000 cedis to pay for my fish? (Evans is buying some small smoked fish that the children eat)
Her: How about if you give some fish to eat? (She is smiling enjoying the game and eating something as we speak)
Me: I can't this is for the children, what do you have for me to eat? (I can't help but laugh. Big old fat Obruni asking for food!)
She bursts out laughing and I laugh and we say good-bye time to go buy something else for the kids. The looks on our faces as well as the people around who could understand English was alot of fun. She was as big a ham as I was when it came to being watched and making everyone laugh.
*) Lucy and Wendie sent me money for material shopping and I had a blast looking and picking cloth. Two or three people I asked said they did not sell less than 6 yards of material (6 yards is the amount for a traditional Ghanaian ladies outfit and a wrap). Luckily, I found a woman who would cut in 1 yard lenghts. I couldn't decide what colors so I just said one yard of all that were made by Akosombo Textile Ltd. The man next to her had a few samples that she didn't have so I bought from him also. A woman asked what I was going to do with the material and offered to sew whatever I wanted. The idea that my friends were going to cut the material into small pieces to sew them back together for fun was a truly strange thought!
*) Kids are kids the world over. Beautiful, funny, smart, sweet, loving you name it the children are it. BUT one amazing difference about my Ghanaian children is how incredibly, incredibly strong they are! Susana, who is 6 years old, asked me to help her lift a pan up onto her head. The thing must have weighed 25 pounds. I said, "You can't carry that." She said, "Yes, I can." "Are you sure? It's really heavy." She just laughed and walked away carrying this on her head. It must have weighed at least half of her total body weight and she is only 6 years old!!! I was watching the children and saw Regina and Patricia lift a load but it was too heavy to get high enough up for Pat's head. So, they set it down. Together they lifted and put the biggest part on Patricia's head. She then squatted down. She did a deep knee squat with a load of weight on her head. Regina then placed the second part of the load on top and Patricia stood up balancing so nothing fell. This is just normal Saturday cleaning. Truly, truly amazing.
*) The kitchen is completed and painted! The bathroom has also been painted. They both look very nice. The kitchen also has a new table for working and shelves in progress.
*) The tables for the wash stands are done and painted purple. They look great. The water containers, the cups, the bowls, the soap have all been purchased. The platform is done and ready for the poly tank. As soon as the funds clear the bank, Evans will buy a poly tank and the school will have water!
*) Did I tell you about our trip to Dr. Kwame Nkrumah Memorial? If yes just skip the repeat. Dr. Kwame Nkrumah was the first president of Ghana. He declared independence from Britain in 1957. His statue is on the spot where he declared Ghana's independence. To get there we all walked from the village to the road (Kofi was on his mother's back). We then took a tro-tro into Accra. The kids were really excited about traveling to the capital! From Keneshie market (the tro-tro stop), we took 2 cabs to the memorial. We had lunch (a picnic the mothers had packed for everyone) and then started our tour. It was very interesting and educational also. We all enjoyed ourselves. I was the only one in our group who had ever been there before! Evans and Asari said most Ghanaians think of the memorial as a place for the tourists and don't go to it. But, they both enjoyed it. I was teasing them that as the only non-Ghanaian I had been here twice and none of the Ghanaians had been here at all.
*) I left the village on May 2nd. It was sad but not as bad as it could have been. I have hired a tutor to come and teach the children reading and writing. When I told them they were going to have more school after regular school in the afternoon they all CHEERED! I told them that we would write each other letters and that I would be coming back to Ghana. We all still cried but it wasn't the heart breaker that I was fearing. I will go back in 3-4 years when I get some money. I have written them my first letter.
*) I left Ghana on May 8th and am now at home. What I hadn't told the blog world until now is that I have started the Nyame Adom Foundation in Ghana. I would never have been able to do this without Evans, Tina and Peter. There are 5 people on the Board of Trustees Evans, Tina, Peter, Mark and Me. Mark may soon be replaced but is on the board for now because we needed to identify all 5 board members to get our certification. The purpose of this foundation is to create a self-sustaining orphanage. We will have an orphanage, a farm, and a vocational school. With the farm and the vocational school providing food, building maintenance, clothes and income from the items sold, the orphanage will be self-sufficient. Hopefully there will be enough money to support multiple orphanages. Nyame Adom Foundation (NAF) is a non-government organization (NGO) that is a non-profit. My job in the states is to develop the website for NAF and find the funding to get everything started. The big difference in NAF and the orphanage I was at in Nkwantanan is that every penny given to NAF will be spent on NAF and NAF alone. All donations, all records, all bank accounts, all meeting minutes everything will be made public for anyone to inspect at any time. When I have the website up, I'll email everyone so you can look at it and know how to help. If you want to help put together the website or offer any other assistance please let me know. If you're not sure if I have your email address, please post your email address to this blog. Don't worry I will not publish your address so I'll be the only one who will see it.
*) I went to see a palm oil farm. It was in the rain forest. First we did some four wheel driving to get there. Then I walked around on a path seeing all the amazing plants. When we got thirsty, my friends found a coconut tree and we had coconut water. It wasn't that far from a small village but I still felt like I was in Africa in the middle of nowhere surrounded by plants and animals. Ok so I didn't see any animals but they had to be there somehwere. It was mind blowing! At one point I said who planted that pineapple I'd like to eat it. My friends just laughed and said that it was a wild -- no one planted it and it wouldn't be ripe for another 3 months.
*) I also went tooling around the back roads in Steve's truck while Steve was back in the states. Johanna was driving on the dirt roads and it was amazingly green and beautiful. We saw acres and acres of pineapple farms.
*) In the "What a Small World" category Steve is an American working in Ghana. He is with Catholic missionaries in the Liberian Refugee camp. When we met he said he was coming back to the states to be the best man in his brother's wedding. His brother is getting married in Tucson, AZ!!!! So, on May 26th I will be attending a wedding as the date of the best man. I am old enough to be his mother and already married but when you're in Ghana looking for a date in Tucson who will buy her own ticket you can't be too damn choosy!! OK, so he wasn't looking for a date but we did meet and he did invite me and I am going to the wedding.
*) I went shopping with Brother Evans because Sylvia wasn't feeling well. I walked around with him instead of just sitting. When people see an Obruni, it's not unusual for them to ask for something. After all if you are an Obruni in Ghana you are very wealthy by Ghanaian standards and sometimes people will give something. There's no harm in asking. At first I ignored it, then it started to get on my nerves and piss me off a little. Luckily I got over that and I just had fun with it. Whenever anyone would ask me for some money I would multiply the amount by 10 and ask them for that instead. They were always shocked because Obrunis don't ask Ghanaians for money! I loved to see the looks on their faces followed by the laughter. Alot of time also the people ask for money as an opening to a conversation. The following is a discussion between me and a young woman while I was shopping with Evans.
Her: I need some money.
Me: I do too will you give me some? (I hold out my hand waiting for my money and she laughs).
Her: Will you give me 2,000 cedis (less than 25 cents US)?
Me: Will you give me 20,000 cedis to pay for my fish? (Evans is buying some small smoked fish that the children eat)
Her: How about if you give some fish to eat? (She is smiling enjoying the game and eating something as we speak)
Me: I can't this is for the children, what do you have for me to eat? (I can't help but laugh. Big old fat Obruni asking for food!)
She bursts out laughing and I laugh and we say good-bye time to go buy something else for the kids. The looks on our faces as well as the people around who could understand English was alot of fun. She was as big a ham as I was when it came to being watched and making everyone laugh.
*) Lucy and Wendie sent me money for material shopping and I had a blast looking and picking cloth. Two or three people I asked said they did not sell less than 6 yards of material (6 yards is the amount for a traditional Ghanaian ladies outfit and a wrap). Luckily, I found a woman who would cut in 1 yard lenghts. I couldn't decide what colors so I just said one yard of all that were made by Akosombo Textile Ltd. The man next to her had a few samples that she didn't have so I bought from him also. A woman asked what I was going to do with the material and offered to sew whatever I wanted. The idea that my friends were going to cut the material into small pieces to sew them back together for fun was a truly strange thought!
*) Kids are kids the world over. Beautiful, funny, smart, sweet, loving you name it the children are it. BUT one amazing difference about my Ghanaian children is how incredibly, incredibly strong they are! Susana, who is 6 years old, asked me to help her lift a pan up onto her head. The thing must have weighed 25 pounds. I said, "You can't carry that." She said, "Yes, I can." "Are you sure? It's really heavy." She just laughed and walked away carrying this on her head. It must have weighed at least half of her total body weight and she is only 6 years old!!! I was watching the children and saw Regina and Patricia lift a load but it was too heavy to get high enough up for Pat's head. So, they set it down. Together they lifted and put the biggest part on Patricia's head. She then squatted down. She did a deep knee squat with a load of weight on her head. Regina then placed the second part of the load on top and Patricia stood up balancing so nothing fell. This is just normal Saturday cleaning. Truly, truly amazing.
*) The kitchen is completed and painted! The bathroom has also been painted. They both look very nice. The kitchen also has a new table for working and shelves in progress.
*) The tables for the wash stands are done and painted purple. They look great. The water containers, the cups, the bowls, the soap have all been purchased. The platform is done and ready for the poly tank. As soon as the funds clear the bank, Evans will buy a poly tank and the school will have water!
*) Did I tell you about our trip to Dr. Kwame Nkrumah Memorial? If yes just skip the repeat. Dr. Kwame Nkrumah was the first president of Ghana. He declared independence from Britain in 1957. His statue is on the spot where he declared Ghana's independence. To get there we all walked from the village to the road (Kofi was on his mother's back). We then took a tro-tro into Accra. The kids were really excited about traveling to the capital! From Keneshie market (the tro-tro stop), we took 2 cabs to the memorial. We had lunch (a picnic the mothers had packed for everyone) and then started our tour. It was very interesting and educational also. We all enjoyed ourselves. I was the only one in our group who had ever been there before! Evans and Asari said most Ghanaians think of the memorial as a place for the tourists and don't go to it. But, they both enjoyed it. I was teasing them that as the only non-Ghanaian I had been here twice and none of the Ghanaians had been here at all.
*) I left the village on May 2nd. It was sad but not as bad as it could have been. I have hired a tutor to come and teach the children reading and writing. When I told them they were going to have more school after regular school in the afternoon they all CHEERED! I told them that we would write each other letters and that I would be coming back to Ghana. We all still cried but it wasn't the heart breaker that I was fearing. I will go back in 3-4 years when I get some money. I have written them my first letter.
*) I left Ghana on May 8th and am now at home. What I hadn't told the blog world until now is that I have started the Nyame Adom Foundation in Ghana. I would never have been able to do this without Evans, Tina and Peter. There are 5 people on the Board of Trustees Evans, Tina, Peter, Mark and Me. Mark may soon be replaced but is on the board for now because we needed to identify all 5 board members to get our certification. The purpose of this foundation is to create a self-sustaining orphanage. We will have an orphanage, a farm, and a vocational school. With the farm and the vocational school providing food, building maintenance, clothes and income from the items sold, the orphanage will be self-sufficient. Hopefully there will be enough money to support multiple orphanages. Nyame Adom Foundation (NAF) is a non-government organization (NGO) that is a non-profit. My job in the states is to develop the website for NAF and find the funding to get everything started. The big difference in NAF and the orphanage I was at in Nkwantanan is that every penny given to NAF will be spent on NAF and NAF alone. All donations, all records, all bank accounts, all meeting minutes everything will be made public for anyone to inspect at any time. When I have the website up, I'll email everyone so you can look at it and know how to help. If you want to help put together the website or offer any other assistance please let me know. If you're not sure if I have your email address, please post your email address to this blog. Don't worry I will not publish your address so I'll be the only one who will see it.
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