Saturday

Siamese Crocodiles

Goal alignment is important in any organization. In a business, the goal is to increase profit. In a nonprofit, it should be to provide social return on investment. When people decide to push their own agenda or do something for the glory they'll receive later, trouble happens! In any organization, it is easy for pride to slip in and for people to decide they want to do something their own way even when supposedly fighting for the same goal.

A certain Adinkra symbol (initially a warning against tribalism) is called Funtunfenefu Denkyenfunefu, the double-headed crocodile. It means "the Siamese crocodiles share one stomach, but fight over food." It is also a symbol of unity.



Even more common is for someone to complain about the way things are being done and the person who is doing them that way without providing a viable alternative. We live in a world of complainers. Bosses complain about workers, workers complain about bosses. Likewise, in families parents complain about children and children about parents and spouses about each other. The goal for all is to have a happy family.

I needed something to remind me not to complain if things are moving slower than I like, or someone has a different view about how pay should work, or if somebody spends a lot of money without informing me expecting to be reimbursed. I want to avoid both criticizing others and acting defensively when I am criticized. That is why I am stealing another Adinkra symbol to be my own personal logo.

It is called Bi Nka Bi (Bite Not Each Other) and is supposed to look like two fish biting each other.



It means: "You talk, I talk. You bite me, I bite you. All leads to big trouble for all."

EPI - First Electricity Generating Zip-Line (that I know of)


One of Empower Playground's summer projects was to build a zip-line in Ghana. A group of engineering and physics students at Brigham Young University had already designed and built one in Provo, Utah. However, building it in Ghana proves to be difficult. The design was changed entirely due to a difference in available materials. The thing had to be made entirely out of steel. We contemplated using a telephone pole or tree to mount it, but ultimately decided to use a truss and build a platform.
The business part of it became quite sticky because bargaining for metal in the market never yielded dependable prices. The safety features have not yet been added. The zip-line is about ten feet tall and has a forty foot ride. The design may be changed due to cost and difficulty of building.


Motivating the workers to build the zip-line was another issue entirely. A pay-per-unit system may be a viable alternative as far as encouraging productivity. The main challenge is finding a way to motivate and reward during the development stages of the zip-line and swing set, where quality and innovation should not be sacrificed for speed (which means pay-per-unit=disaster). Aligning employees with the company's vision is the best way to motivate, and should be easy with a nonprofit. Yet, money and free lunches seem to be a bigger motivation. Any ideas about how to get people working before the pay-per-unit system is launched?

I have to admit, going down that zip-line sure is FUN!!!

EPI - Learning to Weld


I was warned that Ghana wasn't the safest place to learn how to weld, but I figured if I can weld there I can weld anywhere. I simply went up to one of the workers and asked if he would teach me to weld and he said, "let's go." He gave me some sunglasses and I put on a long sleeve shirt. Despite my intention of welding just like the workers weld, I decided the sunglasses were probably not enough eye protection, so I insisted upon their homemade mask. I probably should have insisted on gloves as well. Welding in this fashion is not unique to the Empower Playgrounds shop in Ghana. In fact, as I drive down the road, I've often seen people on the side of the street welding in the exact same manner--no eye protection, gloves, or long sleeves.

This experience taught me that even though worker's compensation law (or at least awareness of them) and the danger of lawsuit seems to be very minimal in Ghana, safety rules for the workshop may be a good idea. However, the workers have been doing things this way for so long, and it seems the system has worked well for them. The question is: how to escape liability while not stepping on culture and habits that seem to work well for people? I really don't want anyone to go blind or suffer any third degree burns.

Computers 101 for Village Kids

On the fourth visit to Essam, we repaired the merry-go-round and Solomon and I presented at the PTA meeting. During the repair phase, I didn’t feel particularly useful standing around while Seth, JJ, and Solomon tried to fix it, so I decided to give the children a crash course with the unknown and exciting machine commonly referred to as a ‘laptop.’ It turned out to be more of a pop-culture music class. School had ended, but a few were hanging around, so I marched into an empty classroom with my machine to see who would be interested in learning. I shouldn’t have been so conspicuous. Density is an interesting thing. ‘A few’ students scattered throughout the schoolyard turns into ‘a plethora’ of students when crowded around one desk. It was me and over 20 kids straining to see the screen. I had previously intended on having them type their names onto the screen and try moving the mouse, but with so many it was impossible. Instead I decided to show them how to change the desktop background from a farm scene to a beach. The general response to this was:
“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Which I assume can only be interpreted as an expression of general amazement and wonder, akin to the outburst I heard when I turned the computer on and it lit up. Next, I showed them some programs, but they only got excited about the music and pictures. I can’t imagine why. Text documents are startlingly exciting.

They told me I must play a song for them so after careful consideration I chose “Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles. They loved it! They closed their eyes, swayed, and snapped to the beat. They begged me to write the lyrics down, which I did on a piece of my notebook paper. They especially liked the part that goes: “sun, sun, sun, here it comes” because it was easy to remember. We listened to it three or four more times while they sang along to the words on the paper. Imagine 20 children from the African jungle singing the Beatles… amazing. They liked “Stand By Me” as well. However, when I attempted to introduce them to Queen’s “We Are the Champions” and “We Will Rock You”, they stared at me like I was from outer space and asked for ‘the sun song’ again. Next I showed them pictures of their school and village I had put on my computer, as well as some videos of them playing on the merry-go-round.

To make the video presentation more educational, I decided to explain how it all works. I told them, “The sun has energy, which shines down and gives energy to the plants. The plants grow and make food, so the energy is in your food. When you eat the food, the energy goes into you. When you play on the merry-go-round, the energy goes from you into the battery, and is moved into a lamp that lights up so you can study at night.” One boy looked petrified and timidly asked, “Is that why I get sick? Because it is sucking the energy from my stomach?” It was really cute and actually very insightful. In the end, some of them became more fascinated with my hair than the computer.

EPI - Night Visit to Essam


This was our third trip to Essam village and GS school, and the whole purpose was to see what happened during the dark evening and early morning hours PRE-LANTERN DISTRIBUTION. We therefore went into the community unannounced to see the typical activities. Monday we were scheduled to go to Essam at 8am from the office (so JJ and I left the Anno’s at 6:30am), but that didn’t happen. We waited on the engineers. Then we waited some more on the engineers. I went to buy some kasapa phone minutes across the street and found a mule moving down the road dragging a huge cart of garbage behind it. I asked Solomon what it was for and apparently that is their ‘garbage truck.’ I would have expected this in a rural area, but in the center of a middle-class part of Accra, it was a surprise. When the engineers returned, it was lunch time so we went to Osu, which took more time. Then there was no toolbox so we went back to McCarthy Hill to get one (which is about an hour away). Then, the engineers wanted some fufu, so we finally got on the road at about 3pm. As JJ would put it: “It’s Ghana time!” We ended up getting to Essem at 6pm instead of 11am as we had planned. We wanted to do a night visit so we could see how people use light in the evenings. The trip up through the jungle was gorgeous!

While the engineers were fixing the merry-go-round, I taught the kids duck-duck-goose and ring-around-the-rosy. It was interesting trying to communicate with the village kids because my English wasn’t understood very well. They loved it, but didn’t get it too well when I explained they should get into a circle. They would say, ‘duck, duck, JUICE!’ Also, they didn’t get the falling in ring-around-the-rosy the first four or five times, I think they thought I just kept going plop on the ground because I’m klutzy, but then they loved it.

The short version: We went into the villages after dark and saw many Golden Sunbeam children studying. I couldn’t believe it. I definitely had a renewed vision as well as a sense of urgency about what we are doing (supplemented by numerous experiences at the Anno home in which the electricity went off and I brushed my teeth by light of cell phone). The kids do study at night, sometimes in fairly large groups and with only one lantern. I was previously slightly dubious about the headmaster’s recommendation of sending the lanterns out in groups of kids so they can study together, but now I see that since the kids are already doing it in many cases, it will not be as difficult to implement as I had previously supposed. Following is the long version.

Community near school/Evening: Most people in the nearby community were using either bobos or kerosene lanterns because they were still selling things along the roadside. Many of the houses were completely dark, but others had lights hanging on the porch. The first children we ran into lived very near to the school and were sitting outside on a bench, using a small flashlight between the two of them. Their mother had another light and was using it to sew in the after-dark hours (another of our goals on this trip was to find people engaging in various economic activities after dark). Other family members were wandering around without lights, one cooking, and a few relaxing. The family used flashlights because kerosene was too expensive for them. They also had a lantern. They spend about 80 pesewas for four D size batteries for a lantern and purchased the lantern for 7 cedi (in Oda). Nearby, there was a movie theater, which was one small tv where many were gathered sitting on benches to watch. Two boys had a flashlight and were studying in the back corner during the movie.

Surrounding Villages/Evening: We wandered away from the community and further into the villages. We didn’t see any flashlights in those areas as far as I can remember, but we saw a lot of bobos and kerosene lanterns. The bobos were brighter than the lanterns because the lanterns were very dirty, but used a lot more fuel which becomes expensive to the people. We saw three children studying by bobo. We saw several children using kerosene lanterns while the parents sat in the dark. There were many adults outside or on the porch with a bobo nearby; most were not doing economic activities. We did see a woman braiding palm tree branches by kerosene lantern to make a rope to tie wood together. However, children seemed to be using light more than the adults. We found a group of five children all using one bobo. When we replaced both the bobos and the kerosene lanterns with one of EPI’s lanterns, it was much brighter. The kerosene lanterns simply don’t produce enough light and I’m sure the kid’s eyes are strained, and the bobos are too expensive and still not light enough. These particular children were reading about ‘exotic vegetables’ and there were pictures of carrots and other western vegetables.

I think the most touching scene we all witnessed that night was when we saw a large group of children (8 to 10 I think, but it was hard to tell because it was dark) studying together with one dim lantern. One child had the book and was reading to the others and the others would repeat him. The nearby children could read the book upside down, but some were too far away to even see it. Two parents were sitting right next to the table where the children were studying, preparing palm hearts for making oil. They were basically completely in the dark and doing it by touch. Children and parents like that could definitely use an additional light both to enhance their learning and save their vision! I couldn’t even believe what was going on there. I wondered why they don’t study while the sun is out and realized some go back to work on the farms or help around the house, and they also need a few daylight hours to play because these kids work hard!

Random Parts of Night Visit: For my birthday this year, I asked for stickers instead of presents so I could give them to the African kids. A special thanks to all who contributed. They love them! I’ve given out hundreds. They even like the sticky part between the stickers (that isn’t a sticker) and will stick the whole thing on their face or back.

Selection? All the children we found studying (in the two villages we visited plus the community near the school) attended Golden Sunbeam rather than the public school across the street. A teacher at Golden Sunbeam told us this is possibly because they punish the children through various means, such as making them run around the school if their homework isn’t done. I wonder if we should look at children being accountable for finishing their homework as an additional criterion for school selection.

We went to eat at a place called “Alasca” and I got some rice and veggies, without spice. It was probably the best dinner I’ve had since I’ve been here and I definitely raised Solomon’s eyebrows when he saw the amount of time it took me to wolf it down—I appear to be a very picky eater when eating typical spicy dishes (mostly because it makes me sweat and I need a break between bites). We stayed in a hotel at night. It’s the first time I’ve been by myself in a hotel room and was a little strange. It was nice that there was running water there. I remember at a hotel in Ghana last year when I received a bucket of pool water with floaties in it outside my hotel room door to bathe with. This was definitely an improvement. Cheap, not the cleanest, but not creepy like the place that looked like rebel hideout I stayed at in Thailand.

Morning: We left the hotel at 4am to observe what happens in the villages during the dark hours of the morning. There was a group of children walking to the farms to gather cocoa beans to bring back to their homes to dry at about 4:30am. There were also men collecting firewood to sell at the market (they had a truck). The same seamstress that we saw the night before (she works until 11pm) was getting ready to start sewing again around 4:30. There were a few women cooking banku or other dishes that morning as well, some for their families, and some to sell. One was putting sugar she bought from town into bags to sell and holding the flashlight in her mouth. We saw a woman sweeping the dirt with a small flashlight in her mouth. It was generally much quieter in the dark morning hours than in the evening when everyone was still awake (even though some were just sitting in the dark).

Nearly everyone we saw awake in the early morning when it was dark were women. By 5:20 it was light enough to see fairly well and by 5:40 it was light enough to read without straining the eyes. By this time many children were busy fetching water from the boreholes and more people were up sweeping and cooking. I pumped a bucket, too. It was a workout. My guess is that lanterns will primarily be used at night, by children. However, if we could identify some hardworking parents of students such as the seamstress or others who wake up very early, it could be helpful to them. We saw a lot of wells while wandering around the villages. Most were buckets but one was a purse with a hole in the corner. We were passing along a narrow dirt path through the jungle when we ran into a 103 year old men who was just standing by the path near his house. He greeted us and looked rather healthy for a 103 year old.

MGR: Before school, the kids chop the grass, sweep up the chopped grass, or collect wood. I predict they won’t play in the mornings. They will definitely play on it during break times and after school, though. They love it. The village kids sometimes come and play while Golden Sunbeam is in session, but I got the feeling that the teachers chase them off when they see them. Because the mgr wasn’t fixed by the time we left in the evening, we didn’t get an idea about how long the kids will play on it during the evening time. I figure we won’t know for sure for a while since it’s been locked in the evening and can still be considered a novelty.

We wandered around the village even after it was light, talking to some people about what they typically do in the village. Although palm oil and cocoa are the cash crops, there are actually a lot of rice and cassava farmers as well. Our day interviews were fun and I got to give a lot of kids stickers. They were the sparkly kind, and one very small child was shy and didn’t seem to know what to make of it and went back to her mother to steer clear of the obruni. However, whenever I glanced back she was moving her hand back and forth slowly, I assume to catch the light and see the sparkle. We were all pretty tired by the time we did the day visits, so the late night and early morning visits were much more memorable.

Linda


. There seems to be a surplus of strong characters in the whole of Africa, perhaps because the people have led such challenging lives. Sometimes I wonder how in the world people deal with the hand they've been dealt in the game of life. Linda is one of these people. She is my age and has two children, one named Jemima, who is seven, and one named Isaac, who is five. They are so cute. When JJ and I first visited her house, Jemima was shy, but Isaac came bolting out and jumped right into JJ’s arms even though he’s never seen us before.

We talked to Linda’s mother and her mother’s friend Elizabeth. Elizabeth is an interesting woman from Nigeria who moved to Ghana because her house burned down. She thinks it was a bomb. She barely got her child out in time.

Linda is a seamstress. She grew up in Nigeria and can truthfully assert that nothing scares her anymore. For example, her school had a rival school. Some students from the rival school came to her school one day and attacked them. One student died and Linda jumped from the second story window and broke her legs. On another occasion, the bank on her street was robbed by 17-18 year old young men who killed a lot of her neighbors. She said there were bodies all along the street. She was also kidnapped twice. Once in grade school she was taken to a forest where a lot of other girls were being hidden and "cut". She was returned a few days later because the man who kidnapped them "didn’t like any of them". The second time she was kidnapped by some women. I can’t believe people’s stories sometimes. Most of us really can’t complain about having a rough life.

Linda is generous. She cooked us some spaghetti outside in her ‘kitchen’ and before I left she called me and told me she had a present for me. She had made me a skirt. I tried to give her some money for the material but she told me not to. When I insisted, she told me to give it to her kids, who didn't refuse at all. :-) By the time I left, Jemima and Isaac were treating me like their new aunt. Jemima loved to play with my hair and Isaac liked getting his picture taken. Linda is now engaged, but doesn't like her fiance at all. She feels that she has no choice because her family is pressuring her and no one else wants her with two kids. I am not quite sure what I can do for her now. Any advice would be welcome.

Ghanaian Lasagna - Just for Fun

One day I decided to make an pseudo-American dish for the family. Let's face it, what's really American besides apple pie and... apple pie? I thought lasagna would do well.

My host mother, Lydia, had gone out to the market to get the ingredients the day before. Unfortunately, the cottage cheese resembled American cottage cheese about as much as a baboon resembles a crocodile.

The oven was in Celsius, while the directions were in Fahrenheit. I wasn’t sure of the conversion except that 5/9 or 9/5 was somehow involved. The oven handle was also broken, so I had to stick a knife into a small metal rod and turn it, and I’m never sure which part of the rod is supposed to be pointing at the correct temperature.

Plus, the noodles were from Italy and I had to try to translate the directions into English. Because I never took more than Italian 101, I wasn’t sure if it said, “without pre-cooking” or “required pre-cooking.” I finally determined it was without pre-cooking. So I didn’t cook the noodles before putting them in the oven. JJ woke up from his nap and came in, and being a Spanish speaker, was able to translate a little more of the Italian and he told me, “I think it says here that in order to cook the noodles, the sauce should be molto liquid.” He didn’t know what ‘molto’ meant but fortunately I did from my Italian class in 2001. Unfortunately, the lasagna had been in the oven for about 20 minutes by this point and was definitely not molto liquidy. It was pretty solid meat.

The noodles were not cooking very well, so I took the whole pan out, poured some bottled water over it and put it back in. It ended up cooking about half an hour longer than it was supposed to, but it miraculously turned out all right, albeit a bit dry.

As in, crunchy. With some random water hanging out at the bottom of the pan.

Kweku was the only one in the family who had ever tasted lasagna before and vouched it was authentic, so the rest were none the wiser. I think the next day was the only day I was able to take leftovers to work.