The Fulbright Teachers for Global Classrooms Course Symposium
The Fulbright Symposium in Washington, D.C.
The Instagram feed to the right has snippets and quick thoughts that I wrote while I was there. Below, is the more collected version of my time spent in Ghana.
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Guiding Questions and Reflections
Click the link to read more on Kelsey's guiding questions for her trip to Ghana and her reflections after the experience.
It was finally here! July 13th, I set off for my flight from TPA to JFK to ACC. I was packed, felt (mostly) prepared, and was already worried about working on the capstone project. The game plan I had set for myself was to work on the flight out to JFK and then continue working in the Delta Sky Club during the six-hour layover I had until the next leg of the trip. You see, IREX paid for our flights out there (an amazing perk, really), and I decided to ~~*treat myself*~~. So, when we received our airline tickets, I called and upgraded myself to Delta One for the flight from New York City to Accra. While you might be thinking, “Kelsey... how bougie are you?!” But, I know myself well enough. It is an overnight flight, and we were scheduled to land at 7am the next morning (July 14) in Accra. If I wanted to function well, I would need to find a few hours of sleep somewhere. Having the lay down seat in Delta One was a game changer! Did I absolutely love the service and all the amenities that came with it? A very emphatic, YES. Do I want to fly first class again? Also, YES. Can I afford it? That’s a resounding NO. BUT! It was a great experience to have and one I will work towards to have again.
Now, let’s back track a bit, I’m now at JFK and trying to work in the Delta Sky Lounge. I get a few more parts of my capstone complete, I try to read for a little bit, I have some lunch and try to keep myself occupied for the several hours I am there. When there is an hour to go before the flight, I make my way to the gate and find all of my cohort members there. So many excited and friendly faces that I had met back in February at our conference in Washington, D.C. awaited me! To be honest, I had been feeling a little shy and nervous about seeing my cohort members again. I’m not really sure on why I felt that way, usually, I’m a very gregarious person. As I have had time to reflect, I am attributing that shyness to the unease and lack of confidence I felt on traveling to a country to which I had never been. However, I had nothing to be concerned about the flight was uneventful, we landed safely, no luggage was lost, and Anna and Gideon (our guides for the trip) found us without a problem.
The only interesting part of the flight pick up happened while we were all waiting for the entire group to convene after customs. I was waiting with a few others outside and everyone collected their things. A young girl, around 13, and her younger brother, who I later asked was 6 years old, came up to me and said, “My little brother wants to know if he can take a picture with you.” Here I was, looking… not the freshest after 13+ hours of traveling, but I am usually game for most things. I acquiesced, the boy and I stood next to one another and gave the camera a big smile. While I thought it was a bit odd to ask a stranger for a picture, I didn’t think anything of it. Blithely unaware of this phenomenon, I didn't realize this would be the first of many pictures I would take with people I didn’t know!
Accra.
It's sprawling. It bustles. It hustles. And you will see so many new things that will leave you wondering. Accra is an acquired taste. My first thought as we were driving from the airport to the hotel, was 1) Holy cow. The traffic is so intense! and 2) Wow. None of these billboards and advertisements are for me.
Let's tackle the easy statement first. Their traffic and traffic patterns are intense. There is no distracted driving because, as the driver, your sole focus must be the road. Honking is a form of communication and not always a negative message. When people are passing you, or about to do so, they will give a polite, "beep beep," so you know they are coming up behind you. It almost feels like the equivalent of a bike rider or runner telling another person on the side walk "on your left. Obviously, there is also the more aggressive, negative honk, but that happens in most places with heavy traffic. As someone who is used to heavy traffic and traffic jams, driving in Accra is not something I would suggest. Unless you are a real adrenaline fiend, navigating the roads of Ghana is not for the faint of heart and I was duly impressed with the drivers we had throughout the entire trip!
Next, the billboards and advertisements. As a white woman who grew up in the USA, every ad I saw was, generally, geared toward me. Now, you might be thinking, "Kelsey. You went to a different country. A country that is majority not white. What did you expect?" You are correct and I knew that, but it was the realization that there are so many populations in the US that are underrepresented in advertising that really hit me. It was a fact I knew about my own country, but it wasn't until I left it and experienced advertising that wasn't for me, did I realize the implications for the underrepresented populations of the USA. I like to think that the US's advertising has gotten more diverse since the 90's (when I was a child), but I still think we have a long way to go. My thoughts on this might not be the most succinct, but it was a thought that stayed with me through the trip and has stuck with me even as I make my way through my day to day back home.
During the days I was in Accra, the cohort met with the following people, institutions, or programs to help us understand the education system in Ghana and some of the factors that influence it:
National Council for Curriculum and Assessment
National Schools Inspectorate Authority
Teacher Exchange Alumni (Ghanaians who have been to the US)
Transforming Teaching, Education and Learning (T-TEL)
Accra College of Education
Ministry of Education
National Teaching Council
Perbi Cubs (An entity that provide access to digital books, gives children lexile levels, and bolsters reading comprehension)
As I synthesize the information, I can't help but be astounded over the number of notes that I took and the information overload I experienced. It was no wonder why my brain was tired every evening! The first thing that was obvious, but a little difficult for me to put into words, were the unspoken norms that every educational facility had and upheld. It wasn't until a fellow colleague asked what the basic norms were did I feel that "aha" moment. For Ghanaians, they have five basic cultural values that are seen throughout most of their society:
No fighting
Learn to share
Think about what the other person is thinking
Seek to help others
Follow your religious training
All of which were reflected in every school or place of learning attended. In fact, one of the first observations that I noticed, and was frequently commented on, is that in Ghana, education is a collaborative pursuit intended into uplift everyone. In the United States, it is an individual pursuit with the benefit only for the person who sought it out; clearly delineating the main difference in culture between the two countries. The ironic part of it, though, is what I trying to be accomplished in the daily classroom of the US teacher. Many US teachers have the same norms, at least, the first four, written down in a variety of way for their classroom. However, they are often undercut by the way we assess students. Tests are taken alone, your grades are your sole responsibility, the outcome of your education was driven by you, the learner. In the US, the only time there is space for things like "Gets along well with others" or "Thinks about his/her actions" is in the primary grades. Which, frankly, is a shame because many avenues of success for people are due to the fact that they found others who would help along the way. In Ghana, per T-TEL there is space for the "intangible" qualities like collaboration, teamwork, perseverance, and more on student's transcript. While I could keep typing about this train of thought, I will pause here to ensure there is space elsewhere to discuss education on its own.
What I did find fascinating was the way teachers are prepared for their teaching careers and what the Minister of Education has planned for the Ghanaian Educational system. In 2016, corporal punishment was abolished in schools and is, as swift as change can be, socio-emotional learning training is being put in its place. T-TEL is writing the SEL curriculum so that they can adopt, or use, what is relevant to Ghana and its students. This attitude of using, or writing, what works for Ghana is seen in the Ministry of Educaiton, as well. For our time with the Minister of Education, he stated that "[they] are trying to reset the standars to demonstrate that West is not best but, the should be able to navigate the West." In other words, find the space and boundaries to keep your system and give space for others' systems. A simple example is the alphabet and learning the English letters. Often times we say "A is for Apple," but in Ghana, and Apple is not an indigenous plant so why would they use it to teach small children their letters?!
There are two visits that stand out the most in my mind and that is the visit with the Minister of Education and the visit to Perbi Cubs. While every person I met is doing worthwhile work, these two really had me awestruck. The current Minister of Education has grand plans for the children of Ghana and their education. He wants them to understand that "West isn't the best, but they need to learn how to navigate the West." This is a tall order for any country, but also speaks to the fact we need globally adept people to make the world move in a positive direction.
The Perbi Cubs was founded by Mrs. and Dr. Perbi. Originally from Ghana, the husband and wife lived in Montreal for a number of years and, with their seven children, would make numerous trips to the library. For one extensive trip that they took to Ghana, they ordered over 1,000 books to be sent to their location. When Mrs. Perbi saw the need for a reading space and bolstering reading comprehension in Ghanaian children, she saw the vision and went after it to make it a reality. Currently, Perbi Cubs are serving thousands of Ghanaian children through digital access with eBooks, tests so children can understand their Lexile levels, and other activities to improve, vocabulary, reading comprehension, and reading levels.
Overall, I can see that every Ghanaian is working towards bettering the place where they live. Whether it be through their work, with education, or establishing places for children to thrive and learn, it is a collective effort. Truly, the effort of a rising tide lifting all boats in action.
The best possible thing that came out of this trip was that it reaffirmed my love for education. Seeing all the students, staff, and other educational members working towards a large goal was so uplifting. However, I also saw the struggles that Ghana faces to keep up with the rapid changes in education.
When we met with the Minister of Education, it was the first time someone had stated the inkling of a thought that had been percolating in my mind. Ghanaian children go to a boarding school for secondary school not because it is better for them, though there are positive traits I will discuss, they go to boarding schools because housing and feeding the students is cheaper than trying to improve the road access and provide transportation for all of the secondary students. Go ahead. Read that sentence again. It is cheaper to house and feed students than to provide transportation. The Minister, his cabinet, and every Ghanaian, knows that this is not a sustainable practice but without proper funding for some many other things, this is the solution they have.
There are just over 700 senior high schools in Ghana. With approximately 375,000 students taking the Basic Education Certification Examination (BECE) at the end of their last year in junior high (the US grade 9 is equivalent), only 150,000 will be accepted and move on to secondary school. Needless to say, the competition is intense. Ghanian society is keener aware that there isn't enough schooling for all those that get decent marks on the BECE. While there are trade schools and other options for those that do not advance to secondary school, the Minister of Education is keenly aware that is in not enough.
Additionally, many schools operate without electricity, or with the minimal electricity or lights and fans, in the majority of their buildings. The administrative offices might have electricity, but the actual classrooms do not. For the average US teacher this feels impossible to fathom. How would we project our lesson, show students videos or demonstrations, use the internet to leverage the learning we want to impart? Yet, Ghanaian teachers do this every day and the students learn. With only wooden desks, whiteboards, and a few dry erase markers, teachers are helping their students master the content and pass their final examinations.
Water, the gift of life according to Ghanaian tradition and culture, is another aspect of infrastructure to take into account, as well. While there is enough water, sanitation and availability sometimes can be an issue. At the boarding schools, there are giant reservoirs of water stored on campus. This water is used for bathing, washing clothes, and cooking. Drinking water is stored in small, sealed plastic bags for easy storage and disposal. However, having available water at anytime and in any place is expensive and extensive infrastructure. Even in the US there are places where you can't drink the water (Flint, MI and Jackson, MS are still in a water crisis). Everyone in the world knows without water there is no life, which is why the United Nations has the clean water and sanitation as one of the Sustainable Development Goals. However, as soon as we unravel one piece of the infrastructure, we realize how intricately all the pieces of living and society are bound together. It will take a great amount of working together to lift all aspects.
Extensive plans had been made, scrapped, revised, and made again for the journey to Begoro, Ghana. Prior to our arrival in Accra, Yaneis and I were connected to our host teacher, Cephas, via email. From their we met weekly, as best as we could, do determine how to spend our time with Cephas and in his community. What we never talked about was the landscape of Begoro and as we drove there, I was stunned! We had been transported from a bustling, stuffy, dry big city to the lush greenery of a mountainous, tropical forest! With minimal knowledge of the geography and topography of Ghana, I was expecting everything to look fairly flat and coastal - as that was the only part I knew about. However, my lack of knowledge led me to the best surprise. The accomadations that we had, as well, were stunning. Waking up to low hanging clouds over the mountains with a cup of coffee in your hand really strikes a new note into the phrase "misty mountain tops."
It was like I could breathe easier as soon as we entered that part of the country. Now, along with being in the countryside comes other things - such as bush meat. While on our way to Begoro, we saw two men walking on the road carrying a dead animal in between them. Both Yaneis and I issued a loud, sharp "what is that?!" and our driver, Fred, was more than happy to stop and let us learn about the bush cat (a Civet) that the men had hunted and were now selling for cash. The men did ask if we wanted to buy it to eat the meat, we politely declined and just said we were curious because we had never seen an animal like the civet prior! Needless to say, the three-hour drive on the way to Begoro felt like nothing because there was so much to see.
Once we settled in, our schedules were jammed packed again. We met every district official in the area, we met with the Pastor and the elder council of the Presbyterian Church in Begoro, and met with the administration of Presby Secondary High School. And this was all the first full day in Begoro! This trip is not for the faint of heart. After we met with everyone, we went back to the hotel and planned lessons and made sure we were sticking to the schedule or if there were things that needed to be amended. Staying in Begoro for, just under, a week, helped me understand the make up of Ghana and the culture of Ghana on a deeper level. It also peeled back many of the layers that I had been curious about, specifically why their secondary schools are all boarding schools and the use of English as the lingua franca (I'll speak more on that later). But, being stationed in that area, Cephas was able to show us so many parts of Ghana and the people in the community.
As the students adjusted to our presence, more or less, you could see their smiles more often. Their natural curiosity became more apparent and, while still polite, they became a little more confident in their communication. Because Cephas and I are both Math teachers, I was able to teach a few of his classes, which was such a unique experience. Yaneis, Cephas, and I did plan one lesson together and we tried to execute it to the best of our ability. However, with minimal resources, we had to be resourceful. We bought colored pencils and graph paper from the store in front of the school, I hand wrote ten copies of the equations I wanted them to graph, and Yaneis walked around with her laptop so they could see the visuals of the different examples she was discussing. To have your only resources be a white board and three Expo markers was a wild experiene. Never again will I complain about the copiers at any school!
Over the weekend we were there, we got to experience a beautiful hike up a nearby mountain, took a trek to Boti Falls, and travelled over two hours to go see Lake Volta and eat fresh tilapia from the lake! As well, we went to Eco park with Cephas and his family, our driver and his family, and some of the other staff from Presby. The day at the park was so fun! There was a canopy walk, a cocoa tour where we ate cocoa fruit and butter squash, and a swing that was actually a giant vine! I have over 400 pictures from my entire stay in Ghana and I know none of them do any justice to what my two eyes saw when I was standing there.
"Americans have little tolerance for inconvenience." - Gideon Sarpong
For this part, I don't have many pictures. Rather, it is a rumination on the culture of the USA versus the Ghanaian culture. If you have ever lived in the United States, I want you to sit down, close your eyes, and imagine what main road filled with businesses looks like in a medium or smaller town. Do you see brick store fronts, sidewalks, and angled parking? Perhaps you see a five lane road (with the left hand turn in the center) and there are chain restaraunts lining the each side of the street. There are banks, fast food joints, and other Americana piece of culture. Now, imagine the sidewalks aren't there. Parking is not a part of the city planning and each store specializes in something. There is no Walmart, no Target, no one stop shop. As I drove through the different parts of Ghana, I had to realign what a "main road" with businesses through town looked like. In Ghana, there were grocery stores, of course, but in the less populated areas, there were small stalls that sold specific things. It was more reminiscent of a market where you had to be knowledgeable about how much the fruit, vegetables, or other goods were being sold for, so you knew you were getting the best bargain. Convenience was not a factor, because it wasn't available. During my stay, there were no quick "pop overs" to a gas station to get a snack (albeit, while in Accra snacks were much easier to come by), you just had to understand your day and your needs to ensure they were met for the day. As someone who plan excessively and likes to know there are options if plans go awry, it can be a bit unsettling. However, it was an exercise in patience and one that paid off. Not one time during my entire stay did I ever feel hungry. There was never one point where I was so thirsty I couldn't go on nor was there a time where I lost patience with general melee of a crowd, because the world had taken care of me in some way. Gideon, our Ghanaian consultant, said that "Americans have little tolerance for inconvenience," and its true. We want to control and dominate our environment. We want to ensure that everything we could possibly need or want is within easy reach. However, that is not the case in Ghana. Many of the Ghanaians I met had what they needed and understood that that amount sufficed. If they had extra, they were glad of it. Why did they need same day delivery from Amazon when they knew they wouldn't use that product until the next day, anyway?
This topic is broad, has innumerable facets, and is still felt today regardless of where you live. How it is felt where you live is a chance of where you were born and to whom. However, for my purposes I want to focus on what I noticed and realized while I was in Ghana. I am not an expert in this topic nor do I claim to be one. Every day I just want to learn a little more and be more cognizant of the world around me. For this section I am going to focus on the following topics: the education system, language and the lingua franca, Chocolate, and the Cape Coast Slave Castle.
I am not an expert on the topic of colonization. At times, I barely feel like I fully understand what it means and how it impacts the world today. However, I was fortunate enough to listen and learn from Ms. Gertrude Nkrumah*, a secondary history teacher, professor, and PhD candidate. With her lens, I was able to learn a more complex story of Ghana and the Slave trade.
The most astounding part of it was understanding that the way the tribal chiefs of Ghana viewed slavery versus how the Europeans who came to Ghana viewed slavery. For the indigenous tribes, slaves were a person in the state of servitude who was still protected by rights. For those raised in the West and learned European history, we are explicitly taught that Europeans did not see slaves this way. In fact, there was a distinction between slave, indentured servitude, and servants. With each group having little to no protections to rights, at all. In the Ghanaian school system students are taught, and must be familiar with, slavery in the pre-colonial context (prior to 1460). Specifically, students are taught how slaves (in pre-colonial times) were acquired, integrated, used, and ways they regained their freedom. Knowledge in this context allows students to see and understand how colonialism still reverberates in Ghana, and elsewhere, to this day.
The ironic part of the colonialism the students learn about, is that fact that the way their educational system is set up. The system is modeled after the educational system of the United Kingdom. In recent years, it has started to evolve into something that supports the Ghanaian society but it's root start with the Catholic priests and the schools they set up on the coast of Ghana (fun fact - Cape Coast for the first primary and secondary schools). And due to this happenstance of location, there is a disparity in education from Northern to Southern Ghana because the south had more religious based education institutions from colonizers. Another effect of this colonization and placement of educational institutions is that there is an economic disparity between the south and the north, as well.
The uniformity in Ghanaian schools is also reflected from the early schools and the way of work in schools from the United Kingdom. Every school has a uniform, and all students have shorn hair (a fact I have previously discussed). It makes me wonder what type of schools would have emerged in Ghana if there had been no interference. What the styles would have been like without the influence of the Western world and what standards of beauty would have been maintained.
English is the lingua franca of Ghana, a clear hold over from colonialism and the recent history of Ghana's independence. Ghana gained independence in 1957 and was the first Sub-Saharan country to do so. In a country with over 80+ languages, it makes sense to have one language that becomes the standard for newscasts, media, and the like. What I appreciate about the fact of the school system in Ghana is that students are instructed in their community language until grade 3 and then instruction switches to English in grade 4 (see "Notes on Education" for more). However, after formal schooling, if a person doesn't travel far, they will be speaking their community language the majority of the time. I had anticipated having an easier time to communicate with Ghanaians because I knew the national language was English, but what I found was that I struggled with the accent, the diction, and the different idioms and colloquialisms that were used. As I listened, I found myself asking the speaker to repeat themselves, often times more than once. And there were times where I did find a person whose English was very limited. Now, generally these were older people who may not have traveled as much, but they did exist. I felt bad because any knowledge I had of the languages in Ghana was extremely limited. Like, I could say "thank you," "welcome," and "I'm fine." Three words/phrases doesn't get you very far when you are trying to buy a bottle of Coca-Cola, but when you are desperate, you make it work. The bonus is that now I can say I know some words in Twi! Knowledge is power, y'all.
At the end of the program, I and some others booked a visit to Bioko. A beautiful, delightful, and amazing chocolate place where they educated us on the cultivation, making, and selling of chocolate. It was so neat to see how much work goes into a bar of chocolate and how many resources come from one cocoa pod (cocoa butter, cocoa, the actual fruit part you can eat, and more)! We were able to make our own chocolate bar, and it was delivered to our hotel the next day. This two-hour experience made me realize how much I have ignored products that have been colonized and, because it has been that way for so long, I didn't think to think about the product or the parts that create it. What I realized and felt so ignorant for just realizing as a 37-year-old, is how chocolate has been colonized. Yes, European chocolate is delicious and it’s also an art form there, BUT, the cocoa beans come from Ghana. The main source of a chocolate bar can’t grow in most places in the western world because the climate is inappropriate for the tree. In fact, the cocoa tree has a distinct growing region referred to as the "cocoa belt," which is, about, 20 degrees north and south of the equator. So how did Europeans get the strong hold on the chocolate bar market? It came from colonizing the areas that can grow and produce cocoa beans. Ghana is making a concerted effort to keep the cocoa beans in Ghana so they can have a high grossing export - the finished chocolate bar/product versus just the coca bean. The Ghanaian government has a lot of control of the cocoa farms in Ghana and every farm has to pay a portion of the yield to the governmental entity so they can make their nationally branded chocolate. However, exporting the raw product is still a mainstay. There are those who are trying to market the West African Chocolate into worldwide recognition in order to increase the profits for the countries that produce 70% of the world's cocoa (Ivory Coast, Ghana, and Nigeria). Frankly, I hope they succeed.
I started this post with a small nod to slavery but didn't go into depth about my experience at Cape Coast Castle. My cohort did go on a tour there and were told of the castle's history and it's place within the slave trade. We saw the Door of no Return, the underground rooms where slaves were held until a ship came to get them, the windowless, airless room where rioters were kept without food and water until they all died. In the rioter's cell, no body was removed until everyone was dead. If there were 100 people placed in that room, they wouldn't remove bodies until all 100 were dead. A horrifying practice and made even more horrifying to understand the dark, dank, hot space where it occurred. The tour guide told us about the rape of female slaves by the European governors of the castle and the other men in charge. How if the women refused, they were placed in a jail cell until they relented. We step into the holding cells underneath with the ground having small divots for the transportation of water, urine, and fecal matter. In one holding cell, the tour guide pointed out that this part of the ground had been excavated back down to the original block. You may wonder what happened in that space for the need for excavation (or not, but I'm going to spell it out anyway), the ground was so packed with dirt, urine, vomit, and fecal matter that had built up over hundreds of years because the divots that were in place were so ineffective. The implication that the tour guide was quick to point out, was that this meant the slaves in these holding spaces were eating, sitting, and sleeping in their own filth.
Some people took pictures of these spaces. I couldn't bring myself to do so. If felt... disrespectful on a level. Who was I to demonstrate the heartlessness and savagery of humans inflicting pain and torture on others? It was almost as if I didn't want to show the world the spaces where people suffered. In hindsight, I wish I would have taken just enough footage to show people how inhumane the people in those holding cells were treated. To force understanding on those that refuse to acknowledge the lasting marks of slavery and colonialism. It was a jarring day and one that took a while to process - both with my implicit continuation of colonialism and the work I can do to start unlearning some of it. While I may not have the pictorial reminders of the Cape Coast Castle, the visit left a lasting mark on my psyche that I will not forget.
*See a small portion of her work here or connect with her on LinkedIn: Gertrude Nkrumah
What I learned about the Ghanaian education system, what it looks like in practice, where the Minister of Education wants to take it and areas of strength and weaknesses could take up an enormous amount of paper. However, I want to focus on some of the tidbits that I found interesting to me that, at times, produces larger implications for Ghana.
For every school, primary through secondary, there are required uniforms and a required hairstyle. At first, I though they all had short hair because it is easier to maintain but the reality is that it is a requirement for the school and is a hold-over from the time when Ghana was colonized by Great Britain. A few of us spoke with different district and school leaders about this but them seemed, simultaneously resigned to the fact and understanding of the fact that keeping the children with short hair is more cost effective. Because when everyone gets a number 2 cut from a barber there is no need for anything else. It’s a part of the system that I was both in awe of and questioned. When students have specific clothing to wear, and at the boarding schools’ specific clothes for specific events, and everyone has the same hair, how do students explore, and express, their individuality? I didn’t quite get an answer from my time there and the time I spent with the secondary students, but the thought still lingers in my mind.
Another interesting effect of having boarding schools that are very competitive is that students at one school can come from all over the country. Which means their native language might not necessarily be the same! There are over 80 native languages in Ghana, some of the larger groups are Twi and Ga. In primary school, you go to a school that is nearby, so the instruction is in the community language until grade 3 with a class added to learn English. At the beginning of grade 4, the language of instruction is all in English and your added class is a language class for your mother tongue. This language phenomenon coupled with a boarding school that has students from all over creates two things: 1) Every student is an English Language Learner and 2) boarding schools act as an assimilator for students. There are not held back from other viewpoints, languages, or religions because they are living and learning in the same facilities in the same clothes with the same hair style. The larger impact that has on Ghana is that it is a fairly peaceful country. Along with their larger societal norms, the assimilation that happens at the secondary level helps ensure that there is little in-fighting in the country. There is so much emphasis on the collective in society that it is impossible to miss at the boarding schools.
Collectivism, for the secondary students, looks like shared and assigned chores, helping each other during their scheduled study hall in the evening, and sharing a common space for sleeping (imagine a large room with many bunk beds a la sleep away camp style). While in Begoro and going to Presby SHS, students were given chores based on age and gender. Males were given machetes (I repeat: MACHETES) to cut the lawn and weed whack, all children were responsible for their own laundry, albeit there was a specific day everyone did their laundry. Girls were expected to clean the yard while the boys weed whacked. There were more chores to do than I am remembering, but what stuck out to me is that the Ghanaian students were instructed and trusted to use tools with care and caution and for their intended purposes. Ghanaian students are specifically given a lot of responsibility, I saw the boys sharpening the machetes one day on the whet stone, but it also enhances their ease of problem solving in the real world. They know, from a young age, how to enhance the collective and take pride in a collected idea/space.
A small part of me laments that many kids in the US don’t have this experience anymore. My childhood wasn’t more unique than any others but what stands out is that my mother was a licensed contractor and from a young age, I was taught how to use, potential dangerous, tools properly and with care. I have a healthy respect for saw blades and nail guns because I can see the damage they can inflict on a person. This was the type of rearing and responsibility I saw in the Ghanaian children as well and it is what I see is lacking in many of the children in the US who are of a similar age to those I interacted with in Ghana.
This is not to disparage US children and their upbringing entirely. Many of the discussions our cohort had with the various education entities was around the practice of respectful questioning. From the Ghanaian perspective, they espoused that the students were really good at memorizing and replicating. But, as the Minister of Education said, memorization of facts won’t lift Ghanaians out of poverty. What they want their students to do is to learn how to question their teacher (respectfully), to ask why something works rather than if their answer is correct, they want their students is dissect and have discourse over the content that is being taught. This skill is a skill so many US students have in abundance! Every time I teach, I am asked, at least once, “when will I ever use this in real life?” Or I am asked a variation of the question, “why does it work this way? Can’t I do it another way?” What I find is that many US students are not afraid to push boundaries and ask questions. HOWEVER, this does not mean they are always on task and talking about the content. So, the Ghanaian education system and the US education system are tackling the same issue from different sides of the spectrum. Ghanaian students who are reluctant to talk and US students who talk to much about the everything else but the content. Together, I am hoping we can find the happy middle ground for our students. I’m hoping that, with a collective effort, we can help our students find the skills to discuss esoteric content (to them) and bring about and understanding of the value of questioning.
Even the Minister of Education in Ghana is keenly aware of this issue. As a product of the Ghanaian education system himself, he wants to see the students move from timid to assertive. To understand and utilize the skills of a leader that he sees are important: Patience, active listening, humility, honesty, and a deep sense of caring. To equalize the playing field in Ghana, the National Council of Curriculum and Assessment (NaCCA), underneath the guide of the Minister of Education, created nationalized standards in the late 2010s and by 2019 they were in full effect. The NaCCA rolled out the training to teachers in three phases, K-6, 7-9, and 10-12, on how to use the standards, how to implement Professional Learning Communities in their schools, and to try and create data driven instruction. Ghana is making huge strides in the education department and I can only hope and pray that the funding they need to make it happen finds its way to them!
"What has happened is always better than what could have happened." - Ghanaian Chieftan
Returning to the US, everyone asked me how my trip was, and, even though I had practiced what I wanted to say, every time I froze. How do you describe two weeks of intense learning and unlearning? How can you condense an experience that reaffirms your passion for your career? How can someone detail the joy they felt when they interacted with happy, curious kids? What details could you give the person asking so they can understand the deep perfume of the tropical forest? Or feel the dust in their throat in Accra? Nothing I have said has sufficed. And I don't think anything ever will. There are some things I can't explain because they have to be experienced.
- Kelsey