Friday, March 12, 2010

7 Straight Months of 'Round the World Travel!

The clock strikes midnight in Ghana, and all of a sudden I have officially been traveling around the world for SEVEN months!

Ten minutes ago, I was lying abed here in Sogakope: my eyes darting through the darkness, our rooster neighbor prematurely crowing outside, sweat gumming my limbs, tiny bugs crawling over... and my mind racing about how this journey has evolved.

It was nearly midnight but I couldn't resist slithering to the floor to retrieve and reboot my little computer to write this.

We know from Elizabeth Gilbert's famous memoir that her world and self path went like this: Eat (Italy) -> Pray (India) -> Love (Indonesia).

How would I sum up my nine-month, still-incomplete trajectory, from the mountain view of month seven?

How about: Hedonize/Rock it Out/Indulge (Asia) -> Volunteer/Learn/Reflect like Heck (Africa) -> Put-It-All-Together (Iberia)?

Here's hoping on that last "Put it all together"one! As an English teacher, I can tell you that this journey currently has several symbolic elements which are foreshadowing some serious discoveries to arrive somewhere in Spain. We'll see how they pan out!

In the meantime, gentle readers, please do not hesitate to leave comments, click the reaction buttons at the end of each article you read (ex: "interesting"), and share this site around by whatever means possible! I put a ton of love and time into it and I know there are even more great folks out there who can make use of the nearly 250 articles so far.

There are two months left in this (first) Around the World baby, so stay tuned!

Photo Note: The two pictures in this article were taken today in a YCC partner school in Dabala, Ghana during our weekly Penpal Exchange class. One of the (highly interesting) letters received was from a girl from Pakistan who had moved to Kentucky, who was internet commuting to a "cyber school" in California... who will soon get a letter from a Ghanaian student that will be emailed by YCC's new Norwegian volunteers! What an amazing global embrace!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Easteria's Article 2: Fire and Development

Article #20 in the YCC Kids Club Ghana Student Life Stories Project
When I Was Nearly Burned to Death

By Edor Easteria, Age 14


I started shouting: "Give me water please, I beg, otherwise I will die!"

I was four years old when I got burnt by fire. This happened on a day when my mother left to the market to sell. My mother did not come back early, and so my elder sisters began to prepare the Akple, (also called Banku) which is a common food in the Volta Region of Ghana.

By then, my Aunty had finished preparing her dinner, and her children Martin and Mathew came to eat with me and my junior sister, Hannah. Then my Aunty left to take her bath.

In the course of eating, the food got finished, but we remained hungry. Instead of calling our Aunty to come give us more, we decided to take the food ourselves.

At that time, we were living in a village with no electricity. We used fire lamps for cooking and light. Hannah was sitting down, I was holding the plate, and Martin was holding the flame lamp while Matthew was going for the food.

Martin placed the lamp on the floor, not realizing the danger. I was dressed in a cloth, and when I bent down to get the Akple, my cloth covered the lamp. Before I realized it, I was under flames of fire.

"Help! Help!" I lamented. Before my siblings could put the flames out, the fire had severely burnt my hand, arm, belly, and armpit. My siblings gave me a bath and some medicine as best they could. Suddenly, my sweet Mother came back from market, and on seeing my situation, she burst into heavy tears.

The next day, as early as possible, I was sent to the hospital near my village. I was so severely burned that I stayed in the hospital for a full month, which cost my family a lot of money. Even after I was discharged, I was asked to return to the hospital every three days. To this day, ten years later, I still have burn scars all along my body. Can you see them in the photo to the upper left?

I think that at times people in developed countries think it's cute or interesting that some people live in underdeveloped conditions without electricity or running water, but this story is an example of why development can be a matter of life or death. Because my village relied on fire instead of electric light, I was nearly burnt to death.

Youths! Let us help develop the world so that it can be a better and safer place for us all!

Lillie's Note: Easteria is a proud member of the YCC Cross-Culture group which will be traveling to the United Kingdom this August for three weeks to investigate International Development and Youth Partnerships. Please leave her a comment, stating your geographical location!

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Edinam T.'s Article: My Happiest Moments

Article #19 in the YCC Kids Club Ghana Student Life Stories Project
The Happiest Moments in My Life

By Edinam Titiati, Age 14


I would like to share with you the happiest moments in my life. Everything started when I became part of Youth Creating Change of Ghana.

One day, a YCC staff member came to my school to tell us about the YCC Pilot Reading Club. If our school joined the club, YCC would allow twenty students to pick books out of the YCC library each week. After reading and discussing the books, we would exchange our books for new ones and continue the learning process. Any lost book would need to be replaced. Happily, my school joined!

It was really exciting when I first entered the YCC library because there are hardly any libraries in Ghana's Volta Region. I was also quite scared! But as the months passed, I learned so many things from the Reading Club. I learned a whole lot of new words, not to mention wonderful stories.

I was pleased to learn there would be a Grand Quiz of Reading between members of the pilot Reading Clubs. It was a heated competition that lasted many months! In the twenty initial rounds, my school competed against four other youth groups, and the questions about the books we had read were really tough! In the final round (pictured to the lower right), the YCC Kids Club group emerged as the winner of the competition.

All students and schools that successfully took part in the Pilot Reading Club programme were given amazing prizes, including backpacks, bicycles, and even a computer! We all vowed to read and study even better for next year to win top prize. But even if we don't win, it is really fun being a member of the YCC Reading Club!

In addition to the Reading Club, I was luckily chosen to become part of the Map Commonwealth Youth Exchange Programme, because I am very smart and confident. This programme is an educational youth exchange between Ghana and the United Kingdom!

When thirteen British youths arrived to visit us here in Ghana for three weeks last August through this exchange, we learned so much from each other! I also learned much about my own country thanks to the touristic sights we were able to visit in Ghana with our British guests: Kakum National Park, Cape Coast Castle, and more.

Part of the Cross-Cultural learning was painful at first. For example, we were given some of the British students' favourite foods to eat, but we couldn't always eat them because we thought they were tasteless. Then, when our new British friends were given our Ghanaian foods, some of them complained, and others even vomited!

There was also a serious argument about religion in our rooms one evening. Some of our British counterparts had different views about God and the Bible than we did, and we debated late into the night. By the morning time, we really didn't come to an agreement, but we were all full of new ideas and new energy.

I hope we will continue the conversation when our group of Ghanaian students reunites with our British friends in the United Kingdom this August!

You might be surprised to learn that the best moments of my life contained portions of fear, vomiting, and heated debates, but you know that the excellent minutes far outweighed the difficult. I cannot express to you how much these YCC programmes have helped me to learn and grow... and how very, very fun they have been!

Youths and adults of the world, let us recognize and support the work of worthwhile nonprofit organizations like YCC!

Lillie's Note: Please leave Edinam T. a comment on his enthusiastic article, making sure to state your geographical location!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Sick and Reflecting During Long-Term Travel

Yesterday I had a freakish fever that sucked all the strength from my limbs and reeled my head with a dizzy swirl.

I tried to eat but couldn't. "HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" Millicent the melodramatic cook wailed.

"It's not personal, honest!" I croaked out while Millicent sniffled back tears.

I tried to help John teach Cross-Culture class, but after five minutes of drooping in a fetal position on a plastic chair, then sprawling flat on my back on a wooden bench (the students were awfully understanding and scooted over to make room), I had to crawl back inside to sleep... for the next twenty hours.

When I awoke this afternoon: what a blessed joy to find my limbs functional again! I lifted my water bottle in celebration and drank deeply!-- only to find that now my stomach is messed up. Ah well. Things are on the mend now, I'm confident.

Happily, being sick is often ideal for forced reflection. The last time I was ragingly ill was in Laos in Southeast Asia in November. As I vomited all over the hostel wall and floor, I made the vow: it was time to find ONE place to commit to for several months, instead of careening from city to city as I had been doing since August.

Hence the plan for three months volunteering in Ghana was hatched... and here I am now! It was the right decision. Exactly three weeks from today, however, I will be on a plane to Spain and Portugal, moving on to the next phase of the journey! I am going to miss these great people and this great work here in Ghana, but I cannot express to you how excited I am to be back in a temperate climate and out of this relentlessly scorching sun.

Indeed, I have been battling some serious homesickness this month, having vivid, longing flashbacks of aspects from my previous life that I miss like crazy.

But if there is one thing that Ghana has tried to teach me since I arrived in early January, it is patience.

"Sister,"
Ghana is cooing calmingly right now, "you WILL have your lattes and long walks and luscious infrastructure and light sun and loved ones back soon. For the next three weeks, however, you must breathe deeply and embrace what is in front of you right now."

"Mmm," I reply.


"Wait,"
Ghana exclaims, pausing to gape at the photo to the right, "Is that your new $10 custom-made dress?"

Why yes it is, Ghana. Thanks for noticing!
And now off to eat some fried yam and harass Millicent by wailing: "HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" until she starts giggling and cheers up.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Nelson's Article: An Amazing Exchange

Article #18 in the YCC Kids Club Ghana Student Life Stories Project
The Life-Changing Youth Exchange Between Ghana and the United Kingdom

By Nuworkpor Nelson, Age 15


It all started in February of 2009. That afternoon, a teacher came to my class and called to eight students: "The headmaster wants to see you!" I was surprised because the Headmaster is very busy and does not invite students into his office at all times.

When we arrived in the office, we saw a gentleman sitting in one of the chairs in the office. He introduced himself as John Glidden, the director of Youth Creating Change, Ghana. I suddenly began to breathe fast because I knew YCC to be a good organization with the aim of inspiring today's youth. Why was the Director visiting our school?

YCC's Director revealed: "You eight students have been selected as candidates for the Cross-Culture program of YCC. If you accept, you will begin attending Cross-Culture classes at YCC each week. Then in April, you will have a mystery visitor, and the opportunity to compete for an exceptional programme!" I was excited and curious!

Two months of fascinating Cross-Culture classes flew by, and at last April came. When we entered class that day, we saw an unfamiliar lady and a gentleman sitting right there. We became nervous. YCC's Director then introduced the visitors to us: they were Melissa and Michael from a youth services organization in the United Kingdom across the ocean! Melissa was originally from the South American country of Guyana, and Michael was the first Chinese person I had ever met.

I felt happy that day. I couldn't wait to see them again and to hear more about the programme they were planning! Over the weeks they stayed in Sogakope, we began to get to know them, and they began to get to know us. They revealed what they were preparing for: the arrival in August of thirteen British students to Ghana!

In May, Melissa and Michael flew back to Kingston, and I was sad because I wanted those kind people to be with me still. But they would be back in a few months!

The Director of YCC gave us the overview of the U.K.-Ghana student exchange programme that would be held in August, and then his voice became serious. "Unfortunately," he said, "we do not have space for all of you to participate. This means," the Director continued, "you must work very hard in school if you want a chance of being selected!" Then and there I decided: I would do my best in school every day so I would be picked!

In July we were interviewed for the programme. We were nervous! On the thirtieth of July, the results were declared. Because of my hard work and leadership in school, I was selected for the U.K.-Ghana Cross-Culture Exchange!

"WOO!!!" I hollered in happiness. That day was full of joy in my heart.

On Sunday, we were asked to bring our luggage at five in the morning the next day, and when we showed up, we were sent two hours from Sogakope to Accra to meet the newly-arrived students from Kingston, U.K.!

At that fateful moment when our new British friends arrived, we observed: they were tall, but we were short! I spotted Melissa again with Michael, and I was happy once more. We were given our Cross-Culture partners one by one, and when they mentioned my name, I was guessing: "Which one of these tall youths will be my partner?"

The name "Aylon" was called for me! Aylon stepped out of the group and I said to him, "Hi! Nice to meet you!" He welcomed me nicely and I was happy. We sat on a chair and introduced ourselves.

As the three-week exchange program went on, I made friends with all the other Kingston partners. We shared educational touring experiences, volunteered in our community together, and taught each other many different topics. We went to historical parts of Ghana that I had never had the chance to see before: Kakum National Park, the Cape Coast Castle, Independence Square in Accra, and other wonderful places.

We both shared our cultures and experiences: Ghana students to Kingston students, and Kingston students to Ghana students. We learned so much from each other. We displayed African Dance for our Kingston friends! I think maybe you would feel like witnessing our dance, it was so good. We drummed while we danced!

On the twenty-second of August, the Kingston group flew back across the ocean to London. Everybody felt sad. But we were told that in August of 2010, we Ghanaian students would be visiting our Kingston friends in the United Kingdom for the second half of our project! This programme is a long-term programme.

We are now raising funds to cover the expenses of our upcoming journey to London, and we are meeting three hours a week or more for a Cross-Culture class to make sure we are prepared in every way to make the most of this experience.

This Cross-Culture exchange is the best programme I have experienced in my whole life. The whole project was like, "WOO!!" I realise fully what the programme wants the youth taking part in it to achieve: Its aim is to inspire youth to create a positive change in our communities. I believe we will!

Dear reader: I would be so glad if you would help support us in the second half of this amazing educational exchange.

Lillie's Note: Nelson's passion for this Cross-Culture exchange really shines through! Please do leave him a comment, specifying your geographical location.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Precious's Article: Kicked Out of School

Article #17 in the YCC Kids Club Ghana Student Life Stories Project
Dismissed From School For Refusing Punishment

By Fedieley Precious, Age 14


When I was eight years of age, my parents decided that I should go to a far-away school in which I would be a boarder. I was so happy that I was going to a new school in the Greater Accra Region!

The day school re-opened, my parents took me in to be registered. One week later, I packed my things and got ready to move. As I entered the school compound, everyone was on break and some girls came to help me send my things to the dormitory. I arranged my new room, then my parents called me to give a few last pieces of advice. Then they hugged me and both said goodbye. I started weeping.

When I entered the classroom, the pupils welcomed me and accepted me into their class. At that time I was in grade four. I sat down with a girl called Emily, and we became best friends. The class was learning Mathematics, and since I like Maths, I paid rapt attention to the teacher. Whenever he asked a question I raised my hand up first!

It got to a time that I loved the school, and the teachers loved me because of my good behavior and hard work. I was the best pupil in class! So the teachers decided to give me a certificate card and promote me to the next class! I called my parents about the promotion and they were so proud.

When I got to grade seven, my parents came to the school and advised me to learn even harder. Because I do not joke with learning, I took their advice and was given the reward position of being Office Girl.

Then one day, we were in the classroom learning Integrated Science in the topic of "The Reproductive System in Humans." As we were enjoying our lesson, the headmaster entered the classroom with an angry pace.

He shouted at us, "Your class teacher put some money into the cupboard in your classroom, and someone has come to steal it!" He continued: "If you do not produce that money, I will punish you all."

One hour later, the Headmaster came back and demanded the money. No one had it. "All right then," he said, "Then each of you must come outside and dig a seven foot tall hole."

"WHAT?!" I said to him, "Since I was born, my parents have NEVER given me that kind of work before! I have the right to refuse work that violates my standards!"

The headmaster responded: "Since you refuse to do the assigned punishment, you should pack your things and leave this school."

I phoned my parents in tears and told them what had happened. My parents said that I should come back to the house. I now attend school in Sogakope.

In Ghana we have physical punishments in school such as being caned, doing painful exercises, kneeling on the hard ground... and digging giant holes. I do not believe in these things. I have to speak up for my rights and for my freedom!

Lillie's Note: This article brings up many different possible reactions! Please do leave a comment (including your geographical location) for Precious, who is a proud member of the YCC Cross Culture Project!

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Independence, Development, and a School Toilet

Happy fifty-third Ghanaian Independence Day!!!

Though Ghana was the first country in Sub-Saharan Africa to declare its independence from colonial rule, having a "birth date" of 1957 still makes Ghana a relatively young nation.

In contrast, my natal country of America declared its independence in 1776. This may be one reason I've been thinking a ton lately about how countries at different stages of "development" compare. But sometimes it's hard to discuss or even articulate these cross-cultural comparisons, especially with those who have never seen your country!

For exactly four weeks now, I have been the only outside volunteer at Youth Creating Change in Sogakope. This means that I have been the only foreigner/whitey/"yevu" around. Although this has actually been more normal-feeling (and even lovely) than one might expect, I sure have had a lot of moments lately of gasping at something that would be totally: "WHOA!" in my native country-- but then struggling to explain the "WHOA!"-ness to my Ghanaian friends!

Let me share a few of these interesting moments of cultural contrasts!

1. Transportation... creativity. When our neighbors who ran the store up the road had to pack up and move to Accra, they used the method pictured to the upper left. Look at that truck! And they weren't even done loading it yet.

In "Developed" Countries, there are often slews of safety rules and regulations enforced by the government because the country's citizens actually have the means to comply with them, and the government has the means and the time to enforce them.

In "Developing" Countries, however, many of the vehicles chugging down the highways would likely be fined and impounded in the U.S. in a matter of seconds! Similarly, many of the roads here are on the rough side-- though some are midway through the process of being upgraded. Bump, bump, bump!

2. Food that would never fly in impatient America. There is this "fruit" that is all the rage in Ghana's Volta Region, which is pictured in the second and third photos of this article. It is supposedly called a "Blackberry," though it is nothing like the juicy purple ball of goodness I associate with that name.

Basically, this Ghanaian "Blackberry" it is an exquisitely fuzzy black pod that you snap open to reveal a tiny "fruit" which can only be likened in texture to sofa foam.

Put that tan mass in your mouth. At first it tastes like, well... sofa foam. But then after five seconds, your saliva starts to dissolve the foam, and this sweet, berry-like taste suddenly begins to permeate your mouth.

Don't chew-- just suck. Eventually, you will have sucked all the sweetish foam away and encountered the super-hard, shiny, black seed at the center. Spit it onto the dirt ground!

I cannot imagine this food ever selling two bags in the United States. We Americans want things fast! We want things plentiful! Why, in the name of all that is red white and blue, would we ever waste the five full minutes it requires to successfully eat the itty bitty, hardly sweet, strangely foamy fruit known in Ghana as a "Blackberry"? The same goes for the time and effort it takes to pound fufu!

That's right: the dirty little secret of "Development" (at least in America) is that it brings wild impatience and glistening expectations of instant gratification, NOW!

3. Animals!!! Yesterday a herd of one hundred cattle tromped through the guesthouse's land in search of grass to munch! The bovine beasts were kept in line by two small boys and one small dog. I was terrified! Would the creatures stampede and destroy us???

But no-- the hundred cattle munched grass, rubbed their backs on our laundry which was hanging on the clothesline, mooed, then tromped happily away in search of... greener pastures.

Meanwhile, goats, chickens, and sheep abound in streets and yards of Ghana day in and day out. Hello, animals! I never see you in my home city!

Another feature of "Development" that you already know well: it takes us far away from the origins of our food and animalistic fellow Earth-dwellers. That said, movements are now afoot in the First World to reverse this. Did anyone else see the New York Rabbit-Killing Class article?

4. Trash, litter, garbage, and rubbish EVERYWHERE. Discarded plastic wrappers and bags are absolutely everywhere on the ground in Ghana. This is really, really upsetting to see, coming from a First World country with the governmental infrastructure and resources to provide trash barrels, regular trash collection services, and nifty street-sweeping vehicles.

I have great hope and many wishes for Ghana's development in this realm!

4. MONEY: How it is (not) spent and who (doesn't) have it. On Valentine's Day, Millicent and I went to a Valentine's Day Party hosted by a local guesthouse. Though there were many people milling around wistfully outside, the actual party inside was ghostly empty. Why? People explained that the 3 Cedi ($2 U.S. Dollar) entrance fee was too high. Oh!

Let me speak for myself: on a daily basis in America, I am used to throwing money towards various $5 to $20 purchases: from a $2 coffee, to a $10 movie, to a $20 shirt. America is a consumer nation and we roll in the "disposable income" to power it.

But there are vast differences between purchasing powers in the general populations of "First World" versus "Developing" countries. Suddenly, with plane ride of a few hours, an unemployed teacher from America can find herself feeling (at times awkwardly) like the richest person in town.

Oh middle-class person from a First World country traveling in the Developing World... You're really rich! But you're actually not! But you actually are! But really, you're not! ...You get me?

During a recent visit to yet another rural school in Ghana's Volta Region, I was struck again by how much the school contrasted with the overabundance of American material privilege demonstrated by our youth back home.

The photo to the right is of a young boy displaying his backpack, which had been donated by a foreign visitor one full year ago. Though the straps of the backpack had long since fallen off, the boy still lovingly loads it with books each day and carries it to school.

It is really strange to explain to my current Ghanaian students that, though many of my students in Boston were considered "Low Income" or "Poor," nearly all those "Poor" American kids had fancy computer-level cell phones, iPods, tons of clothes, and other fancy material goods!

This thing we call "Poverty" wears different costumes in different places.

5. The Toilet Situation. You may have noticed that many of the Ghana Student Articles feature... roadside urination. Indeed, that activity is very popular here! Driving or walking down any tiny road or bustling highway in Ghana, you will nearly always pass at least one man peeing by the side of the road. Even women are awfully adept at a roadside squat. It's a useful talent!

Now, while it's important to state that there are plenty of Western-style toilets in Ghana (including a lovely set of them at the YCC Guesthouse), and while we honor and celebrate all different environments for bodily waste elimination, please join me in taking a peek at the bathroom situation of that rural school which we recently visited.

The second to last photo in this article (to the upper left) pictures the outside of the school "Urinal," which is basically a small hidden area created by some leaves and sticks in which you can walk to pee on the ground.

Meanwhile, the photo to the right pictures the-- how shall we put this-- "Toilet for Not Just Urinating." Squat down and do your business into the hole through those wooden slats! Just hope no annoying person is peeking in through the open sides of the building.

American kids who complain about your "mad nasty" bathroom: there are pluses and minuses to both the American and Ghanaian versions, aren't there!

And there you have a few of the scenes from Ghana that have made me go: "WHOA! That's different from what I grew up with!"

Now, on the occasion of Ghana's fifty-third birthday, let me sincerely say: "Ghana, you have treated me so well and taught me so much in the past two months. THANK YOU, and may you have many more wonderful birthdays to come!