It’s officially been almost five weeks since I boarded a plane in the scorching heat of Miami International, to land in the inferno that is the Kotoka International Airport in Accra, Ghana. Since I’ve been here, many things have surprisingly not shocked me as much as I thought they would. For instance, baby goats and dogs running into and slowing down traffic seems more obvious than out of place for me. The struggle to effectively transition from bottled to bagged water is no longer a daunting task. And most importantly, figuring out whether the Cho Cho drivers are going your way is no longer an impossible transition.
So far, I’ve been back and forth from the place I am staying to the school that I can tell when we will be late due to traffic, and when we will finally arrive at the school. Due to the congestion in the morning, we are unable to catch the student’s in their morning assemblies, but the more interesting sights always occur during class time.
I am a teacher’s aid for Madame Abigail, the class 2 teacher. Her student’s range from about seven, to twelve years of age. Because the students are placed in classes by their knowledge and not by age, it is interesting to see the dynamic between the students themselves, because the older students surely don’t shy away from pretending to be the Madame of the class.
When we depart from classes at the end of the school day, that’s when the real fun begins. The Creative Writing Program that I initiated at Mawuvio has been three weeks strong. The students have learned how to craft cunning stories with important morals and lessons to be learned. This week we have been editing some of the stories that they have written, giving them feedback on how to improve their characters, dialogue, and overall storyline.
We are now in the process of finding grants that can help publish the students’ work ounce all of it has been edited, rewritten, and completed as a final draft. The student’s are really excited to have their work in a tangible medium, and the proceeds we would get from donations and hopeful sales of the book would help the students during their big move to the boarding school that is due to be complete by the start of the next school session, which will most likely be late August, mid September.
Aside from the weekday hustle with the kids, during the weekends we have managed to go out and see the colorful town of Accra and Osu. We are hoping to make it out to Cape Coast, a place that will surely be a one of a kind experience.
With my belly full off of Jollof Rice, Waakye, and Banku with Okro Stew, this city is probably not ready for the splash of creativity I want to leave when I depart.
Banku and Okro Stew Part 1
Waakye, Fish and Plantains