Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Celebrations!


April 21
The Brothers and Father Bob came for Mass and it was so fun to have such a great choir of men and their drums. They are a lively bunch. Brother Nicholas came and played the keyboard for most of the songs and I was thoroughly impressed. No music, just listens and plays. Amazing. He didn’t practice at all; Sister Comfort would whisper the song he was supposed to play next and then he would just play it. I played for Communion and closing (by reading the sheet music) and afterward Brother Nicholas and I decided we would give each other piano lessons; I will teach him how to read and he will teach me how to listen.
We all went up to the rooftop for our party and boy, do the Brothers know how to celebrate. Kwame put on some great tunes and many Brothers, even old Brother Vincent, busted a move on the dance floor. It was hilarious to say the least. 

Happy Easter!


April 20 
We started off the celebration with Mass, joyful singing and praise. Glorious! The rest of the day was filled with preparations for the Easter Monday party, where the Brothers of the Holy Cross will travel from Cape Coast to have a mid-day rooftop celebration. Sister Comfort was in charge of music for the Mass, and insisted that we help her by singing, keyboarding, and guitaring. Our impromptu choir practice turned into hours of laughing and dancing while Kwame played on the keyboard and I tried to sing the songs in their language. Apparently I still have no idea how to pronounce the words. 

Countryside Children’s Welfare Home


April 16

Holy Thursday found us on a tro tro with a woman from church, heading to the orphanage. During announcements on Sunday they asked for donations for the children to take to the orphanage when they visit the kids, and Monica and I decided we had to see this place.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, maybe something out of Madeline, Meet the Robinsons, or Despicable Me. Alas, it could not have been more different. About a 45 minute drive out of the city, nestled in a valley between the rolling hills of rich vegetation, lies Countryside Welfare Home for Children. The compound consists of a primary schoo,, JHS, “dorms”, houses for the workers, a pig farm, cattle, chicken coops to hold 1000s of chickens, and a crop farm. Sounds huge? It is. 147 kids ages 0-22 call it their home. I  was shocked.
Before we could start our tour, Monica snatched up a little girl, Jessica, and I looked down to see a tiny boy reaching up for me to hold him. I picked him up, he smiled at me, and my heart melted. Richard, a year and a half, smiled and laughed and laughed and smiled in my arms until he fells asleep. His story- the police found him, abandoned by his parents, and brought him to the orphanage. A boy here, Joshua, age 10, cares for him greatly.
We returned just two days later, unable to get little Jessica and Richard out of our minds. Based on observation as well as pleasant conversation with a few of the older boys, this is what I’ve learned.
-They are educated on the compound until SHS (Senior High), and then they are sponsored to go into town for schooling.
-They can continue their education beyond high school, often though by learning trade skills such as seamstress, or shoemaking. During this time they can choose to stay on the compound or to leave, which explains why some of the orphans are in their 20s.
- The “dorms” are simply large rooms of bunk beds and lockers along the wall.
-They work together like one big, HUGE, interdependent family. Like I said, Joshua cares greatly for Richard, as many older children take care of the younger babies.

Mama Emma, the founder of Countryside, was an orphan herself. God is so great for giving her this vision, and making her the mother of so many. She has a huge heart.


On Saturday when we visited, a chief came to visit as well. It was such a cool experience to see the chief, and his personal assistants and umbrella holder, interact with the kids. He donated the land for Countryside and visits at least once a year. That day he ordered a large catered meal for everyone and even brought a DJ for a post-meal dance party. It was off the hook. We got a picture with the chief, and then all of a sudden every adult with a camera phone started taking our pictures too. Papa, paparazzi. We finally left after Mama Emma insisted we eat with them. It was so much fun. Always an adventure at Countryside. 


My boy, Richard







Wednesday, April 16, 2014

The Day I was Mistaken for Delilah, of Night-time Radio


April 15

Point Hope
Over Christmas break, Monica was listening to Delilah and heard her speak about the organization Point Hope that she founded in Ghana. Turns out it is just 5 miles away from us. We decided to adventure today and check it out.
            Unannounced we showed up at the office building, unsure of what to expect. Thankfully, a man was free to explain to us more about the organization.
           1)   Founded 10 years ago by Delilah, in Budumburan Liberian refugee camp. A refugee contacted Delilah through the internet, told her story, explained the living conditions, and Delilah came to help. She wanted to improve the poor living conditions with a special focus for the children.
            2)   Point Hope built 2 water towers to provide free clean water to the refugees. This water has reduced water-born diseases, and provides 38 Liters to each person every day.
            3)   The health and nutrition partners up with St. Gregory’s Catholic Hospital to provide medical services and equipment. They take a particular interest in children, newborn infants, and expecting mothers. We saw the clinic and weighing station of the babies, and met another American who was volunteering there. We were even able to sit in a counseling session for 4 brand-new mothers and their 3 –day old babies. They learned how to provide protection from malaria, what to do if their babies fell sick, and how to keep them well-nourished. He explained to us about the problem of malnourished children at the camp hospital due to illness or poor feeding. He showed us the nutrition bars they give to malnourished kids, and a picture of a severe case of malnourishment that brought tears to my eyes. Another service they provide is baby formula for children of HIV positive mothers.
           4)   Education- they have a nursery Kindergarten (KG) school that we visited. They also provide additional assistance to those older than KG age that attend other schools. While the children are at school, the mothers can take classes that teach cooking, sewing, farming, baking, tie dying, beading, and making soap, giving them a service to find a job. When we opened the gate to the school, about 20 little boys and girls greeted us warmly and enthusiastically. They ran up and help our hands, wrapped themselves around our legs, and laughed and laughed with us. The KG class performed songs and dances for us which was priceless. The littlest ones, who associate all whites with Delilah, jumped up and down shouting “MAMA DELILAH! MAMA DELILAH!” Never in my life did I expect to be confused for Delilah of night-time radio.

We met a fellow American from Wyoming, completing his second round of a two-year program through a Catholic organization. He assists in the special education class. When we visited their class my heart melted. We haven’t seen many kids that are handicapped around here, there are none in our school so it was heart-warming to see these beautiful children learning in school. They were exuberant with joy when they saw us. Their teacher rushed over to us and excitedly showed us the exam they were all preparing for: writing the alphabet. It was precious. They even blew us kisses when we left.

The supervisor at Point Hope handed us pamphlets which describe even more work being done by this organization. Agriculture, poultry farms, fish farms, gardens, and building a model village are all sponsored by Point Hope. Kudos.





An excerpt from the Point Hope Annual Report:


“Point Hope. A Voice for Forgotten Children.”

Who is a forgotten child?

A forgotten child goes to sleep each night without having enough of something:
Food, love, security, attention, medical care, and warmth.

A forgotten child goes to sleep each night without having what they need:
A home… a forever family… a bed… a prayer said for them… a good night kiss from someone who loves them.

A forgotten child gets up every morning:
Unsure of where they will go to sleep that night… Hungry. Thirsty. Unable to afford the expense of school… Putting on the same clothes.. Not knowing who is going to care for them.






Nyanyano Kakraba A.M.E Zion Basic School


April 14

The first day of vacation actually found us waking up early and going to school. The father of one of my students is the headmaster of a government school, which is still in session this week. We contacted him and he let us stop by to visit, and compare and contrast private schools like Our Lady of Holy Cross, and this public school. It was definitely eye opening.

- The school compound was very large, and dutifully so. The school consists of a nursery building, primary school building, and JHS (Junior High) building. They are also constructing another building at the moment.
-There are many trees to provide shade, and its very spacious so there is plenty of room to play.
- They fit many students in one room. I counted 60 eighth graders crammed into 20 desks, sitting on 20 small benches. And 8th graders aren’t small.
-There are close to 1000 students enrolled. There isn’t enough space for all of these students, so they go to school in shifts. Half go in the morning from 8-12, and half go from 1-5. I have no idea how the teachers are able to cover all of the material with 60 students and only a half day of school, but they say they are on track. Impressive.
- There is no snack or lunch provided. Students bring their own food, and there are a few street vendors that pay 20 pesawas (about a dime) per day to set up a small table and sell water, juice, crackers, and meat pies.
- Many had never seen a white person up close, and many many many had never heard one speak in person. Even the teachers had a difficult time understanding our accents. Monica talks quickly, and whenever she talked you saw the facial expressions on the teachers turn from happy to confused to bewilderment, all while the kids just cracked up laughing. I would then say the exact same thing Monica tried saying, and students and teachers alike would “oooooh!” in unison of understanding. It was hilarious.
- They have no school fees. The JHS students were preparing to take an exam to qualify for high school while we visited. The teacher was explaining that many may not pass, and many that do pass won’t be able to afford the Senior High School fees, so they won’t go. It was really sad to hear that. He put us in an uncomfortable position by asking us in front of all 60 eighth graders if we would help support them and give out scholarships so they can continue their education. We said we would try; see what we can do. Then a girl in the front row raised her hand, stood up, and boldly asked, “Will you really help us? Or are you just saying you’ll help?”

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The teacher explained, “You white people- you come, snap our photos, snap snap snap, promise us scholarships, and then leave and we never hear from you. Why?”

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My heart is pulled in so many directions- how can I not help these young brilliant minds further their education? But at this point in my life I have close to zero resources, and only my allegiance to Our Lady of Holy Cross School. I pray that these young men and women find the means to continue their education and grow to be great leaders.

A KG class


8th grade class- I couldn't even fit all 60 students in the picture.


First Communion, First Goodbyes


April 13
Today was finally the day of Julie’s First Communion! I can’t think of a better way to end the trip than with receiving Jesus, especially for the very first time. We got up at 4:30am to prepare ourselves for the day- her confession was to take place here at the convent at 5:45, followed by the procession of palms at 6:30am. However, the priest arrived at 6:35, pushing everything back just a little bit. He took Julie “aside” for confession… about 5-10 yards away from where all the people gathered to start the procession. Monica and I took it upon us to distract everyone by introducing ourselves to random strangers.
            They finished and Father began by blessing the palms. Let me tell you a little bit about Palm Sunday. Since palm trees are abundant here, people come with more than one flimsy leaf. Oh no, they come with branches. All out branches. Branches that can hit you. And then they braid the leaves together and weave colorful flowers into them. They are so extravagant and beautiful! We walked all the way from the convent to the church- about 25 minutes due to a detour. Everyone was waving their branches, while the singers were singing, drummers drumming, dancers dancing, and tambourinists tambourining. It was quite the parade. We eventually made it to the church to start Mass.
            Father gave Julie a blessing during Mass, and then the actual First Communion. It was so joyful!!! Later that afternoon we had a celebration lunch of groundnut soup and rice balls, Julie’s favorite. Megan cooked Matooke, which is a Ugandan food that looks like a very large banana and tastes like a potato. Delicious! We had sparkling juice, cake, and ice cream. FAB. U. LOUS.
            Then came the bitter part of the bittersweet day- the goodbyes. Julie left for the states first, so she was the first to go through the goodbye process. Tears were shed. I am not anticipating the day I leave for the states. We miss her already, now our trio’s down to two. 

Cultural Center and a Trip to the "Beach"


April 12


We took Megan, our SMC friend that is in a program in Uganda that came to visit us for a week, to the cultural center. We bought trinkets and bags and earrings and hand carved bowls. Then Megan and I went to “the beach” met a man, Ebenezer, wearing a polka dot lace mini skirt, and then we left. The pictures show a side of Ghana we hadn't seen up close yet; it was shocking. 

Carving our bowls at the Cultural Center



A small boy playing with the garbage in the water