Day 30: The Final Countdown

This morning was spent dashing through Kasoa market in the hot sun looking for last minute buys.  Fathers are the hardest to buy for at the best of times, but mine is particularly hard, considering he is African and has his own Nigerian clothing, and our family home has enough wooden African stuff to stock our own market stall, what to get him was a mystery to me. My safest bet was some form of t-shirt, and in the wake of the recent football game I ended up settling for a Ghana football shirt.  I spent my final few cedis at the bead lady, buying up her smaller bracelets and large flashy rings.

Our last tro ride from Kasoa back to the hotel for a cold pizza lunch, a bag of water and a final drink at Marc Beas.  Considering we were the final two, Marc Bea kindly offered us a lift to the airport, this meant the 40 cedi taxi money we’d saved would now have to be spent in the airport.

Once we’d made it safely there, we checked in (after having our bags searched, thanks to Sophie for putting her needles in my bag, I enjoyed explaining that one to security.)  Duty free had a surprisingly vast range, making it difficult for Sophie and I to pick what sweets and chocolate we wanted to spend our last few cedis on.  After a long thought out decision we settled on the standard airport choice of a toblerone and some controversial green cola bottles (both great choices!)  Now all we had to do was wait…and wait…and wait (thanks Ghana airport for letting us know our plane was going to be delayed by an hour and a half…not!) Finally settled, and sitting next to each other, we were on our way home.   12 hours later and we were back on British soil (after a quick pit stop in Brussels.)  It was great to be back, we were greeted by Sophie’s flatmates and surprisingly so, the sun! I was happy to be home, but I knew I would soon be missing Ghana and all its greatness.

Day 29: Murky Market Mahem!

Our last full day in Ghana...shopping and beach time! A snoozy Sophia meant we didn’t leave till 10.30am to Accra, and after the rough and tumble of getting onto a tro, we were heading in the right direction, with our plan of getting off at Kaneshie Market, the stop before Circle.

Kaneshie market was too crazy for us Obruni, and so we quickly got a taxi to the safe tourist filled National Culture Market.  Lots of purchases and trades were made, I bought a variety of bracelets, a painting and a rather nice brown leather bag.  We left Accra having actually spent all our money and headed to Bojo beach, even though the clouds covering the sun we were desperate to at least try and get some last minute tanning in.  We got a brief spell of sunshine at Bojo, but for the rest of the day the sun remained hidden behind the clouds.

That evening we returned to JD’s for our last supper, a surprising new installment had been made; now rather than having only one singular menu they had NONE. Truly award winning service, they are so lucky I knew exactly what I wanted.  With our last day done, we headed to bed knowing tomorrow would be the beginning of an epic journey back to Newcastle.

Day 28: Pathetic Fallacy

On the morning of our last day at school, Sophie and I awoke to a grey and cloud possessed sky. Pathetic fallacy in its element and clearly Ghana’s way of telling us not to go! On route to school 94 picked up my new troos from the tailors, and at only 5 cedis to make from material bought at the market, including pockets and an elastic waist I thought it was an absolute bargain!  The air was naturally still warm, but the breeze had a hint of a chill running through it. It must have rained in the early hours of the morning as the ground was already wet, and with menacing clouds in the background I felt the rain was imminent.

The bad weather held off until we got to the safety of Miss Rebecca’s KG2 class. But halfway through her first phonics lesson, the rain began. At first lightly, then gradually heavier, until it was full blown British style rain (perhaps Ghana knows we are leaving and was preparing us for the weather at home.)  As part of Sophie’s dissertation she wanted to see if Jolly Phonics could be taught by the African teachers, and so today both her and I were observing Miss Rebecca teach her first phonics lesson. Considering the style of teaching phonics is at the opposite end of the spectrum to her usual rote style teaching, I felt Miss Rebecca must have been watching Sophie carefully as she delivered a wonderful lesson. She managed to incorporate letters they had learnt before, while also introducing new letters and new worksheets, managing to avoid falling into all habits of rote style repetition.

After our morning lesson the rain had left us confused, for our last day at school we had planned to relax with Sunday at the tuck shop and watch the day go by.  But with the rain in full flow it wasn’t an option anymore and now that 94 had computers (in the newly and beautifully painted computer room) the makeshift staff room had been moved to the empty classroom at the end of the second floor. With a secure roof over us we spent most of our day in there debating various issues with the teachers (who were all free due to this week being the beginning of revision week.) The conversation changed from Britain to taxes onto education and then to money, all with differing conclusions and point of views, and sometimes a bit tricky to understand when they all started using twi rather than English. Having to say goodbye to all the teachers that we'd been with for almost a month now was quite emotional, and I don't think it'll truly set in that we won't be seeing them everyday anymore until we return home to Britain. Luckily we got some lovely pictures so we can treasure all our memories from the Omega schools, especially 94.

We rounded off our final day in school by making the trip over to Kasoa to once again find out the lights were off. A fitting end to a project which had such high hopes in the beginning.  Luckily I think I have gathered enough data and managed to send a succession of emails in the 4 weeks of attempting to overcome the power shortages in Africa. With just the two of us that evening we didn’t feel like venturing out, so we got some cheeky room service brought up and settled down to watch ‘Who wants to be rich?’ 

Day 26 & 27: Hilarious Malarious

 On Saturday morning, instead of our planned shopping trip to Accra, we took a bumpy car ride with Marc Bea to Tuba Medical Clinic to see if Elisabeth had the dreaded lergy.  Elisabeth had been showing the first signs of malaria after her simple cold had turned into vomiting, abdominal pains and coughing fits, not so hilarious.  Marc Bea had managed to steer us away from the large western looking hospital situated on the main road, and instead took us to his friends clinic up in a small village called Tuba.  The clinic was a basic concrete building, with a clean stark waiting room. Elisabeth was taken to the nurse for her blood pressure and temperature to be taken, before being looked at by the doctor. After receiving a small black bag full of medicines to treat colds, sickness, stomach pains and malaria, we returned to the hotel in hope that something would help Elisabeth’s pain.  Unfortunately Elisabeth’s vomiting meant none of the tablets given to her had a real chance of working and so a kindly nurse named Evelyn ended up coming to the hotel to dispense further treatment. Elisabeth was hooked up to a drip in the hotel room, casually hanging from the curtain rail, just along side her mosquito net (a lot of good that was!)

Having felt so awful Elisabeth had of course been on the phone to her brother who had been frantically searching for flights, calling the insurance people, and calling the doctor for confirmation of malaria. As it all happened very sudden and would have inevitably ruined her last few days, Elisabeth made the rash decision to book a flight home for Sunday evening. That night Ken came round to visit, to check Elisabeth, Sophie and I were still alive. I listened intently to Ken’s stories of the Omega origin; at first the plans fell through, when he was going to incorporate the Omega scheme into an already established school. But in the end he managed to get everything started up and the rest is history.  Although he has achieved a lot in a small amount of time, Ken himself is not proud of the quality of teaching in his schools. His focus is upon the materials which the students are provided with, not the teachers. He actually wants the teachers to move on and aspire to more themselves. With the minimal funds they have, the teachers are not paid much, so it would only be once they got a larger intake of money, that they would be able to take on more qualified and advanced teachers and improve the standard of teaching. But while they do not have those sort of resources, the money they do have is concentrated into providing quality textbooks and equipment (brand new computer labs) for the children.

On Sunday morning Sophie and I ventured into Kasoa market for some Ghana socks and African material while also giving Elisabeth some time to pack and relax.  Both Sophie and I embraced the African materials and after buying a colourful print i took mine to the tailor for him to make me some troooos (trousers).  Once Ken arrived that afternoon I knew it was time to say farwell to Elisabeth, leaving me and Sophie to continue on alone. It was sad to see Elisabeth go, but Sophie and I both knew we had to make the most of our final few days in Ghana.

Day 25: Surprise Inspection

After our painting holiday at 94, Elisabeth and I returned to Galillea to continue on with some serious dissertation work. Luckily Elisabeth’s cold did not slow us down and we managed to arrive at the school in time to watch a whole school uniform inspection. Where each student was being checked for any dirt on their uniform, if the uniforms were not up to scratch they would receive a swift cane on the legs. The scary p2 teacher then emerged and began checking the childrens fingernails for dirt, I was astonished by this as my own nails probably wouldn’t have passed the test, so I was unsure how any of the kids would.

Following the surprise inspection we had requested the primary 6 class to conduct our interviews in. We were given free reign of the class and so went through the register meticulously, making sure each child was interviewed by either Elisabeth or myself. Many of the children i interviewed played football for clubs out of school, which is always positive and great for my study. However I did also have the first child out of 150 to say sport was not important in my questioning. Luckily she had a well justified answer; because she needed to focus on her school work, a fair and worthy reason.

As we had to go to Kasoa that afternoon we left Galillea early, but on our way out we noticed that almost everyone had jumped on the Phonics bandwagon especially in KG2 and P1. The Primary 1 teacher had made her own flashcards and was in the middle of a human word as we walked past. Miss Sofia should be proud! It was truly wonderful to see how quickly and how well the teachers had incorporated phonics, especially this teacher who had managed to create her own resources to enhance the childrens learning.

 Before making our way down to the main road we ventured down to Weija lake, it was as tranquil and calm as everyone had told us, while also providing a lot of fresh fish for women to sell on their heads in the market. Once again we headed to Kasoa, and once again we our efforts were thwarted by the lack of power. The computer teacher who had been helping me throughout was also not there, as his brother had sadly passed away, so I would have to wait until next week to continue on with my project.

Day 24: Energy Matters

We returned to 94 that day as we anticipated there would be more painting for us to do and once back in the computer room, a second coat seemed inevitable. But before the painting began, team Tutu and Elisabeth were requested as substitute teachers for the absent science teacher. The topic today was energy, a part of science that I actually enjoyed as a child, so with the textbooks to aid us did not seem like too daunting a task. The kids seemed to understand our lesson, although there attempts at group work were feeble, so Elisabeth and I both had to actively go round to each group to spur on some sort of discussion. Clearly they are not very used to discussing things in small groups or being allowed to talk amongst themselves, as rote style teaching does not accommodate such techniques. The lesson was running smoothly until we hit the hurdle of how the children could conserve energy from their daily routines. In the UK such a question would be a lot simpler with the hundreds of cars being driven to school and the amount of wasted electricity in most households. But in a slum area of Ghana, where the children walk to school and only use electricity for essentials like cooking, it was hard to see how the children could realistically reduce their already minute carbon footprint.

We spent the rest of our day painting while Sophie began her post tests on the KG2B class, and with a little help from the older primary class teachers, we completed a second coat. Once finished Sunday immediately raced in to obtain the much sought after paint bucket, intending to use the leftover paint for her own bedroom. Job done and we headed over to Kasoa school, but with the ‘lights off’ (a local term used for no power) we could only take some pictures of the computer club. The pictures identify each child so their pen pal in Newcastle can see exactly what their pal looks like, and I plan to carry out the same process when back in Newcastle, so the children in Ghana can see a picture of their pen pal aswell.

That evening we ventured to the chinese restaurant past the toll booth, as a belated birthday dinner for Sophie. The service still cannot be compared to a British restaurant but the fish I had was a welcome change to the mundane chicken and rice that’s usually on the menu.

Day 23: Miss Sofia’s Birthday!

Happy Birthday Miss Sophia! As a special treat for Sophie, Elisabeth and I decided to join her at 94 for the day. This was also a special treat for Sunday, who had clearly been missing mine and Elisabeth’s presence at 94. Although angry at us for our absence over the past week, Sunday was soon happy again and being amused by our childish obruni ways as all three of us attempted to carry things on our head, Ghanaian syle. With a silver tray and a bag of water on our heads we managed to parade around the playground without dropping anything, a great achievement.

We spent the rest of the morning watching Sophie’s phonics lesson, and it was an important day for Miss Sofia as she introduced di-graphs (two letters producing one sound) to the class. The little KG2’s managed ‘ai’ extremely well and also learnt the dancing sound to letter ‘j’(which I thoroughly enjoyed.) And before the lesson was over the class sang an adorable rendition of Happy Birthday, and even the usually sour faced Miss Rebecca was in high spirits, producing a present of a carton of apple juice to Sophie.

Sunday’s party planning skills (only 29.99) began to materialize after lunch as she produced handmade biscuits and minerals (fizzy drinks) in the ‘staff room’ for those teachers willing to miss a bit of class time to join Sofia in a prayer and some birthday celebrations.

After the celebrations were over, it was now time to start painting. Although we had been keen to paint the outside walls with pictures and the school song, Ken had a different plan for us, and had provided us with one single colour of paint intended for the computer room, which is set to receive computers in the next week. Despite the fact it was not what we had originally planned to do, we took on the task and began painting (forgetting to mix water in with our paint...whoops.) Once sorted out by the helpful teachers we were busy at work for the rest of the afternoon.  We managed to complete the room, as the crazy cook lady who lives in the school during the week for convenience, helped us finish those hard to reach places (making a slight mess in the process.) We were sure she just wanted our paint bucket, which Sunday had also be wanting, but unfortunately for both of them, the paint was not finished yet and neither were we.

Although it was Sofia’s birthday, we’d all had a long day, so we only managed venturing to JD’s for a pizza. On our return to the hotel we ventured to the bar and each had a substantial Cardinal shot (a strawberry flavoured liquor) with barman Michael to end Sophia’s special day.

Day 22: Ghana v England

Another bright and beautiful morning and Elisabeth and I set off for Galillea. We joined a primary 4 french lesson to start, and when the teacher had to unexpectedly leave early, we jumped at the chance of continuing for him (rather than letting class prefect Kamal take the class). After we helped with the French class Kamal told us it was now time for English. As the teacher did not appear, we opened up the books following on from their last lesson, and began to teach them about verbs and adverbs and the differences.

After break it was time for Maths, Kamal informed us that the Maths teacher had told him the class should simply revise. Perhaps he knew the two obrunis would take over, and we happily did. Elisabeth presented a neatly drawn number line including fractions and decimals. I then incorporated percentages, and began teaching on how to change fractions to percentages to decimals. Interchanging all three was at first confusing to the enthusiastic primary 4 class, but the children soon caught on and hands were flying up to come out and write the answers on the board.

Considering I had observed numerous lessons in my previous weeks, I decided assigning some classwork would be appropriate, and set out some questions. There was clearly a broad range of ability within the class as some of the children had finished the questions in a few minutes while others were still struggling at the first question. It is this vast range in ability that I have found one of the hardest to overcome when trying to teach an Omega class. In Britain, teachers are instructed to teach to the highest ability children, so they are not sat bored in the classroom. Whereas in Ghana it seems the teachers teach to the lowest ability children, leaving any who find the work fairly simple the task of putting their heads on the table. This constant waiting for the less able in the class is seriously damaging the progress that some of the higher ability students could be making and is something which should be addressed.

Following our interesting Maths lesson we were faced with the daunting task of trying to teach Citizenship, which neither I nor Elisabeth had a real clue about.  However, the textbooks provided were fairly self explanatory, which allowed the two of us to work out what we needed to teach. The topic was communities, something which I believe to be a central part of most Ghanaians lives. With hundreds of small communities in the Kasoa area alone, each having different aspects and characteristics. We then discussed what the childrens own communities needed, the most common answers included; better roads, cleaner streets and a larger market.

After school we headed to the bank and bumped into Ken, David and John, and managed to get a cheeky lift of Ken to Kasoa for my mini project research. Unfortunately, the lights had only just come back on when I arrived, and so the kids had already gone home on the school bus. I will return on Thursday and hope for a more successful outcome.

The evenings entertainment was provided but the much anticipated friendly football match, Ghana v England. Marc Beas had set out all the chairs they owned in front of their projection screen in anticipation of the large crowds. The game was evenly matched throughout and although England went up a goal in the first half, Gyan (Sunderland player and now hero of Ghana) equalised in the 91st minute. The whole place erupted in cheers of delight, with viewers running up to the screen in excitement. It might have only been a casual friendly to the English, but to the Ghanaians it seemed like an epic victory, and I was happy to be wearing a Ghana t-shirt. Final score Ghana 1 - England 1!

Day 21: Phonics Frenzy

Another new week and Elisabeth and I had planned to visit Galillea, the only Omega school in the area that we had not yet seen, and the school that Ken’s son Nevis goes to nursery. Picked up in the morning by Ken and Nevis, it was clear Nevis was not awake enough to entertain some scary Obruni girls, and after shying away at the sight of us he managed to fall asleep on the bumpy ride to school.

Next to Lake Weija, the small somewhat secluded school is nicely painted and neatly laid out. With a makeshift stage for morning prayer and singing, a large area of land to march in, along with the standard courtyard playground within, on first observations I had high hopes for this Omega school.  Showed around each class by Mary the school manager, the children were friendly and greeted us warmly, with some of the teachers remembering us from the phonics training session with Miss Sofia.

As another Omega school with a computer lab I was keen to start the day by observing an ICT lesson. As usual, peer learning was key, as there were around 3 children to each computer, each taking it in turn to complete the task assigned to them (Sugata Mitra would have been proud of the independent learning through discovery and trial and error).

After ICT we joined some of the younger classes, who had embraced the Jolly Phonics scheme. The KG2 teacher was clearly listening at Sophie’s training as she had followed the exact structure of the Jolly Phonics teaching book, and had already managed to teach her class the letters in the first book. Elisabeth and I were inspired by this progress and decided to incorporate some of the activities we had seen Sophie do with her class at 94. Human words were tackled and conquered by the majority of the class, and a game of noughts and crosses even went surprisingly well. The Nursery  2 Class had also been learning phonics post teacher training, but the teacher had done it alphabetically rather than following the jolly phonics system.  As the children were younger our attempts at a short teaching lesson were not quite as successful, but it was still excellent that the teacher was willing to try and incorporate the phonics system into her daily routine, and it clearly shows that the majority of teachers would be happy and willing to learn new techniques to enhance the education of the students.

With no teacher in the p5 class during the ICT crossover Elisabeth and I stepped in to help guide an English lesson using the textbooks provided (due to the large classes and the small ICT room, they must take it in turns to use the computers and have a teacher.) We must have done a good job, as the kids were keen for us to continue on into the next lesson, unfortunately for them they were scheduled to have a rather taxing maths test, so Elisabeth and I slipped out to find Mary and sort out some lunch. After an almost endless wait we were served jollof rice, what we guessed was goat and a boiled egg. However we were slightly put off our food by the disturbing display of punishment being administered by the Primary 2 teacher. This was the first time we had witnessed actual beatings and it was horrifying. The teacher was demanding the children position their hands out in front of them with their palms facing up while she caned them. Elisabeth and I were astonished by the teachers harsh attitude to the children, and although many teachers we had seen were strict with the kids, this was the first time we’d witnessed any physical punishments, I truly hoped it was the last. And I fully believe this is not the custom held throughout the Omega chain and that this was just a slight glitch in what has been a fine display of educating.

The topic of conversation that evening turned to the depiction of Africa on TV, for instance on Comic Relief, compared to real life Africans. Having been in Africa for  3 weeks now I believe the images on TV do not accurately display how the average African or at least Ghanaian really is.  Ghanaians are proud happy people, they work hard to earn their keep. The only beggars I have seen have been physically handicapped, otherwise I would say begging is almost frowned upon, that Ghanaians are better than that.  Of course there are those in a severe state of poverty and organisations like Comic Relief are more than welcome to assist. But I feel there has been a smokescreen created by the media, in reality not all Africans are as incapable and helpless as most people might have believed from what has been shown countless times on TV.

Sophie’s day was just as adventurous as mine and Elisabeth’s as she had gone on an eventful trip to the post office with Gad (one of my Mini Project kids) as her tour guide. Gad didn’t have a cedi to go to school that day, and ended up bumping into Sophie in the street. The carefree kid took Sophie all round Kasoa to find a stamp and then a post box, for all his trouble Sophie let him lick his first stamp and post his first letter. It’s amazing to think that something as simple as posting a letter could be such a momentous occasion for a child in Africa.

Sophie’s day was just as adventurous as mine and Elisabeth’s as she had gone on an eventful trip to the post office with Gad (one of my Mini Project kids) as her tour guide. Gad didn’t have a cedi to go to school that day, and ended up bumping into Sophie in the street. The carefree kid took Sophie all round Kasoa to find a stamp and then a post box, for all his trouble Sophie let him lick his first stamp and post his first letter. It’s amazing to think that something as simple as posting a letter could be such a momentous occasion for a child in Africa.

Day 19 & 20: Big Milly’s Big Weekend!

After finally being allowed to get a taxi for 8 cedis by the crazy old security man who sits outside Marc Beas, Sophie and I joined the others at the renowned ‘Big Milly’s Backyard’ and began our big weekend.

Friday night: Having been called by Elisabeth earlier to pre-order our food both Sophie and I had gone for the BBQ’d Tuna, finally something that wasn’t chicken and rice! Dinner in Milly’s backyard almost felt like being back in England (but warmer) as the amount of Obruni’s staying at Big Milly’s was unreal, clearly we’d come to one of the most popular tourist attractions in Ghana.

After dinner entertainment involved acrobatics (including children - I was surprised Elisabeth didn’t run out to ask them questions about the work they did), fire eaters, contortionists and the main event of drumming and african dancing. In which Elisabeth and I were both embarrassedly brought up to imitate some african dancing. The evening was enjoyable for all and it was nice to have a cheeky alcoholic beverage before bed.

Saturday meant one thing to Elisabeth, Sophie and I...time to tan! With the beach only minutes away from our hostel we set out our towels and began to lap up the sun. However, Paul and Simiao were not as keen for the constant sun exposure, and so left to go for a wander around the area, and to have shower number two of their 7 showers in a day (Shower Gate ’11). Elisabeth the serious tanner managed to last a lot longer than Sophie and I, who decided to frolic in the sea for a large part of the day, taking on the treacherous waves and uneven sea bed.

After i could stand the sun no more i returned to the room to invade shower gate, leaving Elisabeth and Sophie (Sophie in particular) to obsess over the beads being sold on the beach. Beads, beads, beads, they were everywhere, especially in Sophie’s newly named bead bag.

Saturday evening at Big Milly’s brought reggae music and dancing for our viewing and listening pleasures. I have found a definite new love for reggae music, but I’m still convinced that ‘No Woman No Cry’ can be sang to all reggae song tunes. We were also joined by Ken, Lisa, Nevis and Abigail (a Junior High girl who stays with them) for dinner, considering it was Paul and Simiao’s last night. Ken gave us a lot of insight into the Omega chain, how it all began and what his future plans were for school business. He was clear that appearance and word of mouth were key for keeping his business healthy, and that is why he has made sure all the school buildings are properly built and appear in good condition. He told us of his adventurous targets; aiming for 6 more schools by the end of this year, then intending to have 50 schools in Ghana by 2015. Although bold visualisations, I have no doubt that if Ken works as hard as he has on the current 7 schools he has, he can achieve his goals.

As the others felt the effects of a day in the sun and returned to the room, Sophie and I lapped up the weekends freedom and got talking to two interesting German boys, and were later joined by a lot of crazy Ghanaians. The conversation lasted until the wee hours of the morning and got more and more ridiculous the later it got. Antics included mine and Sophie’s attempt at creating a new language due to my lack of linguisitic skills, the fire eater trying to teach me Twi and one of the whispering acrobats wanting to whisk Sophie and I to a far away land.  4am signalled bed time and although Sophie was keen to sleep on the beach I was much more inclined to wake everyone else up (due to the inconveniently locked door) to make it to my bed.

After having approximately 4 hours sleep when the others suggested going to see the monkeys I had to decline and luckily Sophie also had no real chance of being ready in time. The others ventured off to see one singular monkey, while me and Sophie relaxed rasta style...i think i want a dread. With the weekend at an end, it meant it was time for Simiao and Paul to leave...for good. We said our farwells at Big Milly’s allowing Simiaio and Paul full reign of the shower back at Marc Beas. Me, Sophie and Elisabeth spent the rest of our day relaxing around Big Milly’s and perusing the stalls (Elisabeth and I slyly buying Sophie a birthday present.)

Once back at Marc Beas it felt strange no longer having Simiao and Paul around, suddenly 3 people seemed like a rather small group. I spent that evening getting accustomed to my new room, and watching some TV. The Ghanaian version of ‘Who wants to be a millionaire?’ was on, alternatively named ‘Who wants to be rich?’ Before the break the programme advertised a new version of the show which allowed children aged 8 - 14 the chance to go on the show with their parents to win up to 50,000 cedis worth of school vouchers. Another way of advertising education, and a clear sign that education is almost seen as a prize in Africa. I felt the concept was fairly impressive as rather than just winning money which a child or the parents may spend frivolously, school vouchers only have one use, and they could seriously change a child’s life, setting them up with years of fine quality education.

Day 18: Odupongkpehe

Returning to the government school Odupongkpehe from yesterday, and after researching the Bible verse and completing my homework, I was sad that the headmistress wasn’t in a preaching mood and did not test me on my ‘book of life’. Instead she had organised interviews with the Junior High 2 class for Elisabeth and I, which ran rather smoothly. From my interviews I found that this government school had the best selection of sports I had come across so far, including; football, volleyball, handball and netball. To which they actually brought in teachers from other schools to coach after school. The girls told me that when they had a match coming up, they would often train after school everyday, and looking at the facilities around the school there was plenty space and a large playing field just behind the school. I then managed to find one of the teachers who coached the school football team, and had a brief interview with him.  His main concern was that the Kasoa area only had one local park and as it is a community park it made organising school sports a very challenging prospect. He was very helpful with all the questions I asked and was clearly not afraid to voice his own personal opinions on physical education and sport which was extremely refreshing.

When questioning the government school children I noticed that they were on average a few years older than the Omega ones. Many were 18 or older, and still had Junior High 3, and 3 years of senior school to complete, compared to the 15 and 16 year olds in Omega’s JH2 Class. The older age must make finishing school and going on to further education a much harder and economically inconvenient prospect. At 18 many of the children still at school would be considered in their households as an adult, and when a family may be struggling to put food on the table, it is no wonder over 70% of children work after school and at the weekends to help support their families. If the oldest child of a large family there must also be a lot of pressure on that child to work and contribute to the welfare of the family, and being at school limits the time that could be used to work and make money. The older the child gets makes it more and more unlikely that the parents would be willing or would have the resources to continue to support the child through school, and so the child must either work independently to make the money to attend school, or forgo school all together and concentrate on working and making money to survive. Therefore, even finishing senior school in Africa must be an achievement, and those that go onto University must be seriously motivated and have some form of wealth necessary to pay for fees and materials.

While I was discussing sport with the Science teacher, Elisabeth managed to find out about how the government school was run in comparison to Ken’s Private Omega chain. The supposed ‘free’ government school may not charge the children an entry fee, instead the children must buy their own school books, pay a PTA charges and possibly pay more hidden charges undisclosed by the headmistress. If they cannot afford the textbooks then they must go without, unlike at Omega where there are sufficient amounts of textbooks stored in the School Offices available for each class to take when required. Odupongkpehe was also a government school which worked on a morning and afternoon rotation system, where children in the lower primary levels would only come in for the morning or the afternoon, and not receive a full days education, due to the over-subscription to the school. At Omega the children are not provided with one warm meal a day and unlimited drinking water, at Odupongkpehe the children must buy bags of water and food from the school tuck shop. However, the school had recently incorporated a ‘Food for Education’ programme, an astute plan which gave children more incentive to attend school by giving them a free lunchtime meal. 

After Odupongkpehe I headed to Kasoa accompanied by the ray of sunshine that is Miss Sophia, to continue on with my mini project. Today lights were on and work was running smoothly. Sophie was a enormous help and managed to alleviate some of my pressures by assisting numerous children in replying to their particular pen pal. Once finished, Sophie and I headed back to Marc Beas to pack for our weekend ahead at Big Milly’s Backyard in Kokrobite.

Small Point: I also moved in with Sophie and Elisabeth today, as Simiao is leaving me (sad face). Exciting times ahead sleeping on a double mattress...on the floor.

Day 17: The book of life

This morning Elisabeth and I  had no specific school to attend, so took a well deserved lie in. Unfortunately for us, our attempt at an afternoon tanning session was thwarted by the distinct lack of breeze outside Marc Beas, creating an impossibly hot environment for us to sunbathe in. Instead we resorted to planning our next strategic move for visiting and assessing more government primary schools. As we were going to 94 later in the day to help Sophie with her phonics training session, we thought the wise choice would be to find some some of the government schools in the kasoa market area near 94.

Back to our usual tro route making our way to Kasoa was much easier than our previous days of travel. Once through the market, we knew there were definitely government schools nearby as we had frequently seen the kids walking around the market. But we could see no signs directing us to the actual location of the school. With luck on our side, one of the girls (Esther) from the Junior High 2 class recognised me and shouted out ‘Miss Tutu, Miss Tutu, how are you?’ and once we’d cleared up why she wasn’t at school (some sort of sore foot, which oozed the same purple liquid that was put on Miss Sofia’s toe when she tripped) she offered to show us where the nearest government school was. Thinking it would be a quick 3 minute walk, Elisabeth and I followed on closely behind Esther. Instead we were taken on a mammoth journey, worthy of those taken by Tooley in the Beautiful Tree, snaking in and out of dirt tracks, side streets and sewers. 

Finally we made it and were welcomed by the headmistress of Odupongkpehe Government School who although agreed to us returning the next day to carry out our research was highly suspicious of Elisabeth’s questions on children working, thinking she was here to expose the horrors of child labour. Once we had fully assured the head teacher that our findings would simply be for our university dissertations, she sat us down for a verbose discussion concerning religion. Although neither of us are strong believers in Christianity, it seemed a lot simpler to agree with the headmistresses preaching. She had the wholehearted belief that the end of the world was coming, marked by the recent earthquake and tsunami in Japan, and the current fighting occurring in Northern Africa and the Middle East. A seriously rash statement , but who am I to question her beliefs. Unfortunately, as we had claimed to be Christians (and own Bibles) she gave us a verse of the Bible to read before our return the next day. 

Along with our homework, the headmistress also gave us some insightful chat about the competition between public and private schools. She maintained that public schools had better resources due to the money awarded to them from the government, and although they did not have a computer lab like some of the Omega schools, there was a conveniently placed public library which was available to all the students. She also believed the teaching was more advanced in government schools due to the higher qualification of the teachers, which is a fair statement, but after watching one of the older classes and seeing over 70 children crammed into one lesson, perhaps a less qualified teacher with a smaller class would work better than a qualified teacher with an unmanageable class.  

As we had only visited primary schools (with junior high 1 and 2 classes) we were intrigued to find out what happened after this in the senior schools (to which Omega have not quite got round to creating one...yet). Once again, the headmistress enlightened us with her own opinion that once the private and the government children come together at senior level, the private school children would be ahead in the first term, but after that the government students would overtake them and continue to flourish and achieve higher results than those who attended private school.

Strangely enough, there was another government school (Zion) right next to this one, and so the headmistress directed us to where we could find the head teacher of Zion school so we could further our research. Considering the close proximity of the two schools, I did wonder why the government didn’t place one school in a different district to allow more children access to a school. Unless it was placed there due to the large mass of children within the area needing to go to school, in which case it may be perfectly feasible. We found the head masters office, and in true ‘Beautiful Tree’ style, he was asleep at his desk. Once awakened he obligingly directed us to the staff room, where we could conduct our research questions. He even provided us with a somewhat unnecessary translator, a teacher who merely repeated what we had asked the children but in a louder more harsher tone to try and force a quick answer. Although there to help, I felt the added pressure from the teacher simply made the children rush and say what they thought was the correct answer, rather than how they actually felt.

Once finished we headed towards 94 to assist Sophie with her Phonics training. The Kindergarten and Lower Primary Teachers of all 6 of the Omega schools in travelling distance were all present and the training ran smoothly. The plan to implement phonics into the early years of primary is an excellent idea as it finally gives the children the tools to read, a vast improvement on the current rote style teaching method. Ken and Andrew were both in attendance and are clearly very keen to include phonics in the Omega schools curriculum, to further boost the quality of education they are providing. Their clear enthusiasm and efforts towards better education is inspiring and portrays why the Omega chain is becoming a household name in Ghana.

Before heading home we got to meet Ken and Lisa’s (who works in the office at 94) ridiculously cute but very shy son Nevis and Ken’s niece. Once home i obviously felt the need to get right onto my homework so went to investigate what Revelations 20:12(the verse given by the headmistress) was all about.

Revelations 20:12 - ‘And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened. Another book was opened, which is the book of life. The dead were judged according to what they had done as recorded in the books.’ - So basically the headmistress was reinforcing her point that the end of the world was coming, and telling us that we were all going to be judged.  Leaving me to contemplate my book of life, not really what I would call bed time reading.