Biochar at Babianeha and Meeting Dr. Jacob -July 16

Today, Helena, Mike, and Clayton went to teach some science lessons at the school in Babianeha near Emmanuel’s family’s house.  The students we were teaching were junior high-aged kids, and we had a class of about 40-50 Form 3 students (similar to 8^th grade). First, we met with the headmaster, Watuza, to explain what we were interested in doing with the students. Since both we and the headmaster want to have the students carry out a biochar garden experiment (where they will measure the growth of plants with and without biochar in the soil in order to see the effects biochar should have on increasing crop yield), our plan was to start them with a lesson on the scientific method, and then we would have them discuss the different aspects of the experiment in groups in order to develop their experimental plan.  After Helena gave a brief explanation on how to form a hypothesis, how to determine variables, and how to measure and observe data, Watuza divided the class into three groups (with Mike, Clayton, and Helena each leading one group) and we headed out to the garden plot that the school had fenced in for the students’ use.

Explaining how to set up an experiment

The teaching method in Ghana is mostly a lecture and memorization style where the answer to a question is just regurgitated, so during the classroom lesson, the students seemed to have difficulty understanding what were trying to tell them; much of the time they couldn’t answer quiz questions without looking at their notes, and our American accents didn’t do anything to help them understand either.  However once we got out to the garden and began asking them how they would plan their experimental garden, they were bursting with ideas about weeding, crop variety, planting etc.  They clearly knew a lot about growing and farming, a lot more than any of us did. 

We all had a lot of fun interacting with the students in our respective groups. Clayton had a little bit of a smaller group and tried to make a game out remembering all of their names, some of which were easy (one kid went by the memorable nickname “Noble Rasta”) and some of which were a little harder to say right (Adymaya). In Mike’s group, his students offered him a red pepper to eat. It was lucky that Mike declined the offer, though, because the students then told him that this pepper was so strong, that if he ate it, it would make his throat swell up. Helena was amused by her group when they got into a heated five-minute argument about whether or not it was possible to count all the okras on an okra plant, and how some students would help her out by keeping the rowdier ones in line.

Clayton's group

Helena's group

Mike's group

At the end of the discussion session, all the students wanted pictures with us, so we obliged. Watuza wrapped up by letting us know that the garden would be cleared and prepared in a few weeks’ time in order to start the garden, and that they would also like us to come back sometime so we could be there when they make biochar in the community. We said we would do our best, and then as a parting gift, we gave the junior high a digital camera with which they could take pictures to further document their garden.

We then stuck around the school another hour or so to do science demonstrations with the other classes at the junior high, and Clayton and Mike did a great job explaining and demonstrating how molecular interactions allow a skewer to be poked through a balloon without popping it. This demonstration was made difficult though, by the fact that Ghanaian balloons appear to be a bit different in material from American ones, but we were still able to get the demonstration to work, and the students enjoyed it. Lastly, we were led into some other classrooms just to say hi to a few groups of students who had been displaced from their regular school building due to damage from a storm.

Clayton and Mike demonstrating some polymer science

It was then time for us to travel back to Sunyani to meet up with Chelsea and Mollie. We waited at the taxi station in Babianeha for a while (the taxis don’t leave until there are enough people to fill them) before riding to Dormaa, where we had a pleasant journey on the bus ride to Sunyani. A group of school kids snuck up and sat by us on the bus, giggling about having had the nerve to come sit next to the obronis (white people/foreigners). We had some fun conversation with them about snow, each others’ names, and whether the trees in Michigan have leaves like they do here in Ghana.

When we arrived in Sunyani, Clayton, Helena, and Mike joined Chelsea to meet with Dr. Jacob Abrebese, the Medical Director of Sunyani Regional Hospital as well as an assemblyman for the village of Nsawkaw.  Dr. Jacob, or Jacob, as he insists on being called, has been extremely instrumental to groups in the past and his ideas and interest in the Pavlis program are as strong as ever.  Some of the first words out of his mouth upon introduction to our group were an emphatic, “When will you come to our village?” Chelsea explained to him the efforts we made to collect information in order to ship re-purposed medical equipment to the Tain (pronounced Tine) District Hospital throughout the past fall and spring semesters.  However, due to an inability to sustain adequate communication with our medical contact there, efforts were put on hold until further communication could be achieved. 

In discussing the proposed project with Jacob, however, it became very clear that the Nsawkaw community would be perhaps more interested in a joint shipment of supplies involving collaboration between their education and health boards.  That is, while they think medical equipment may serve good purpose, books and educational (especially related to Information, Communication, and Technology—or ICT, as they commonly refer to it) support are of equal or greater need.  Jacob insisted that the time to act should be soon, as upcoming political elections may drive politician financial support in shipping items.  Further, he was especially intent on Pavlis having more direct interaction (i.e. doing lessons in schools, etc) with the community.  While we were unsure to what end we would be able to facilitate Jacob’s high hopes (as from here on out, our schedule was filling up pretty quickly), we did already have plans to visit Nsawkaw on the upcoming weekend to get a better idea of how future Pavlis cohorts can have a positive impact there. 

*Note: This post was written by Clayton, Helena, and Chelsea

Generators and Funerals (Not Ours!) – July 13

 This morning Chelsea, Helena and Mollie woke up early and enjoyed a wonderful breakfast of scrambled eggs and veggies with toast prepared for us by Emmanuel’s family, specifically Lawrence, a very nice and helpful guy around our age.  After breakfast we went to visit the junior high school, where they were in the middle of their normal Friday worship. 

The students were joyfully singing and dancing in the classroom when we went to greet them.  The teacher asked us to say a few words to the class, so Helena told the students how happy we were to hear their beautiful singing this morning, and how we are looking forward to starting the biochar garden with them. The students, however, just looked blankly at us, so the teacher repeated everything that Helena had just said, because he realized that the students simply hadn’t understood the American accent. We found out that we wouldn’t be able to teach at the school that day, so we would have to come back on Monday to do our biochar garden lesson.

The headmaster took us to see the bounteous garden that the school maintains, full of onions, maize (corn), cabbage, okra, ripe hot peppers, cowpeas, cocoyams, and more!  He plans to use the garden next year to teach about crop rotation and we hope to also incorporate a section of the garden using biochar, to increase yield.  There is a sawmill next door to the school where they can source sawdust to make into biochar. 

Next, we visited the community center established by past cohorts and assessed the state of the computers in use there.  From there, we were accompanied by Lawrence, Reagan, and Adinkra (all guys around our age) to the Cote d’Ivoire border, where we walked along it for a ways, comparing the differences between each country.  Badukrum is the village that is between the Ghana customs border and the Cote d’Ivoire customs border, where the citizens have dual citizenship, share languages and currencies.  We changed about 50 cents into sefa coins, used in Cote d’Ivoire, as souvenirs.  The Ghanaian street lights are poles with four cables strung from each while the Ivorian lights are on cement posts with one cable on each.  There is a path past the village that follows the border all the way north and south.  We walked along it a ways and came across some grave sites, sorted by religion. 

After a mid-day nap we returned to the community center where we met some kids and played a couple jumping games, including jump rope with ropes donated by a previous Pavlis group, as well as a local jumping and clapping game called ampe (pronounced ahm-pee).  There we met Adinkra again and he led us to the one week celebration of a man who had passed away in the village.  In Ghana, funerals are quite celebratory, but this was not the same as a proper funeral, for which they set the date today for August 2. 

At this ceremony, there was traditional drumming and singing, accompanied by a couple traditional dancers at a time.  When we arrived, we greeted everyone (including all the chiefs and elders) in the first row of chairs then sat down to observe the proceedings.  After a short time we were asked to dance, and with varying degrees of apprehension, we did do our best imitation of the crouched, small steps of the other women we had seen dancing.  We were comforted by the fact that we seemed to be well received and the gesture was appreciated.  As we danced, three women gave us their red and black shawls to wear, as these are the traditional colors of death in Ghana and we were not dressed accordingly (as we had not known we would be going to a funeral). 

Traditional musicians and dancing

When we finished dancing, we returned the shawls and sat down again to soak in the call and response singing, the different percussion instruments and the more expert dancing of the local women.  After a time we were invited into the neighboring house for a drink and were offered some pop, which we accepted, as well as traditional palm wine, which we all tasted.  The palm wine was sweet and served traditionally in dried gourds.  The men that drank the wine poured the top off of the very top of the wine onto the ground to share with the ancestors.  Adinkra told us that a practical reason for this is to avoid the impurities that float to the top.  After finishing our drinks we returned and continued watching the celebrations until the ceremony ended. 

Upon returning to our hosts’ (the Opunis) house, we were greeted with a dinner of rice, cocoyam leaves, chicken and spicy fish sauce.  After dinner, we rested and watched some kids playing football (soccer). 

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Meanwhile, Mike and Clayton started the day early and met Peter at 8am to grab a tro-tro into town (Kumasi) where he knew some places that had generators.  We went from place to place, covering a good portion of the city and a greater portion of the day without having any luck finding what we needed.  It turned out that while “all-in-one unit” gas generators are extremely common in Ghana, many people were often at a loss when we explained we were looking for only the generator/alternator part.  We kept traveling and finally found (kind of) what we were looking for at a smaller engineering bay on a street corner.  They had a generator there that would make a decent match for our engine, though it was bolted into a frame with an engine already.  The man said that he would remove the engine for us if we didn’t want it. 

After a long day of marching here and there we finally came back to FORIG to say goodbye, and Govina took us across the city once again to catch his own bus and help us catch one back to Sunyani.  It was dark by the time we got there (although, it’s only around 6:00 pm when it gets dark here) and finished the night with spaghetti and a rousing two hours of laundry.  The next morning we planned to head off to Babianeha ourselves.  We also called the girls to see how they were doing and how their trip had been.