Ladies and Gentleman, may I introduce to you- Bella.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Puppy Time
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Kathi and Joel in Ghana
The moment I've been waiting for a good 8 months- the arrival of my mother and father! I have a month-long itinerary to keep them busy, exhausted and totally overwhelmed with Ghana. Due to the fact that I have been increasingly less able to identify Blog worthy opportunities- I've asked my Mom and Dad to take pictures and post Blog entries. I would like them to recount their journey to share with everybody.
A few lovely pictures during our time are posted below and accounts of their adventures should soon follow:

A few lovely pictures during our time are posted below and accounts of their adventures should soon follow:
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Environment Technical Training
The more time I spend in Ghana the more I respect the limited scope of my knowledge. I've realized that the moments I am most actively helping my community and they actively helping me actually happens when I play the role of the student. In the classroom I've implemented such programs as “Fante Friday” where I give students the opportunity to teach me about their culture, language, and interests. So often here the role of “Teacher” is so rigidly absolute. It is a loaded title that just compliments the, at times, detrimental oligarchical Ghana society. For example, for a teacher to admit they perhaps do not know the answer to a student's question would be far worse, culturally speaking, than to supply the student with blatant misinformation. The concept of lifelong mutual learning is absent and as a result students that have the potential to be motivated in their studies by challenging their educators and in exchange being challenged remain bruised and beaten in aspiring for futures outside the limited scope of reality presented to them.
I like to take a different approach, constantly reminding students (and fellow teachers) that as Phil Collins so eloquently says in his hit Something Happened on the Way to Heaven, “I don't know. I don't have all the answers.” I mean who does really? In an effort to level the playing field and potentially start some lucrative projects with school clubs and such- I decided to (on my own dime- thanks for supporting your eager-to-learn-new-practical-skills-volunteers Peace Corps) attend the Environment Technical Training in Techiman. The training included a whole bevy of information that I think all Education PCVs in Ghana should be presented with. The week was packed with hands-on activities for several popular alternative livelihood projects. We learned about mushroom farming, bee keeping, rabbit farming, grasscutter farming, animal rearing, mango farming, cashew harvesting, and many small agro-processing practices. I am hoping to work with a few teachers in my school to implement a few of these projects to help the school generate income for facility maintenance. In addition to some sweet instructional workshops the training also took us to the Tano Sacred Grove (the source of the Tano river), a Monkey Sanctuary, as well as the Kristo Buase Monastery. It was a magical week of learning and relaxation that was much needed after such an intense month of being a trainer. Here are a few photos from the training:

I like to take a different approach, constantly reminding students (and fellow teachers) that as Phil Collins so eloquently says in his hit Something Happened on the Way to Heaven, “I don't know. I don't have all the answers.” I mean who does really? In an effort to level the playing field and potentially start some lucrative projects with school clubs and such- I decided to (on my own dime- thanks for supporting your eager-to-learn-new-practical-skills-volunteers Peace Corps) attend the Environment Technical Training in Techiman. The training included a whole bevy of information that I think all Education PCVs in Ghana should be presented with. The week was packed with hands-on activities for several popular alternative livelihood projects. We learned about mushroom farming, bee keeping, rabbit farming, grasscutter farming, animal rearing, mango farming, cashew harvesting, and many small agro-processing practices. I am hoping to work with a few teachers in my school to implement a few of these projects to help the school generate income for facility maintenance. In addition to some sweet instructional workshops the training also took us to the Tano Sacred Grove (the source of the Tano river), a Monkey Sanctuary, as well as the Kristo Buase Monastery. It was a magical week of learning and relaxation that was much needed after such an intense month of being a trainer. Here are a few photos from the training:
Thursday, June 10, 2010
One Year Down
Time is fickle vixen and if you don't watch out, she'll pass you right by. The arrival of June marks my one year anniversary in Ghana. I can't believe it has been that long and what is even more unbelievable is that in just one more year I will be moving on to the next step- whatever that may be.
June also marks the arrival of the new potential volunteers. We call them PCT (Peace Corps Trainees) until they earn their V (Volunteer). I remember when I arrived thinking that was petty and wholly unnecessary but now that I've put in the time I realize the importance of instilling the sense of earning your Volunteership. Come August 13th, the survivors will be granted their upgrade from PCT to PCV.
This year I return to Kukurantumi (the place where it all began for me as well), but this time as a trainer not a trainee. Being a trainer is no small task and it has presented me with so many soul crushing reflections on my own progress. Through observation and interaction with these fresh off the boat Americans I have a fresh perspective of myself. The whole process has made me feel so much farther from America and current American culture, that Ghana truly feels like my home. I don't know what an “iPad” is but I can cook a mean garden-egg stew. I try my best not to make value judgments on my changing perspective and I am learning everyday more how to simply take each day as it comes. I am certainly more comfortable here than I am not.
Meeting all these new people and remember 75 new names is another problem altogether. Strangely enough, one of the trainees happens to be blast from my past. It is a reminder that the world is small and I am by no means unique in my trajectory.
June also marks the arrival of the new potential volunteers. We call them PCT (Peace Corps Trainees) until they earn their V (Volunteer). I remember when I arrived thinking that was petty and wholly unnecessary but now that I've put in the time I realize the importance of instilling the sense of earning your Volunteership. Come August 13th, the survivors will be granted their upgrade from PCT to PCV.
This year I return to Kukurantumi (the place where it all began for me as well), but this time as a trainer not a trainee. Being a trainer is no small task and it has presented me with so many soul crushing reflections on my own progress. Through observation and interaction with these fresh off the boat Americans I have a fresh perspective of myself. The whole process has made me feel so much farther from America and current American culture, that Ghana truly feels like my home. I don't know what an “iPad” is but I can cook a mean garden-egg stew. I try my best not to make value judgments on my changing perspective and I am learning everyday more how to simply take each day as it comes. I am certainly more comfortable here than I am not.
Meeting all these new people and remember 75 new names is another problem altogether. Strangely enough, one of the trainees happens to be blast from my past. It is a reminder that the world is small and I am by no means unique in my trajectory.
Monday, May 10, 2010
More Posts
I just wanted to give you a heads up that I was finally able to post blog entries from March and April. You may need to go into the Archives to look at them due to their untimely posting. I hope you enjoy!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Building Stuff
When we weren’t painting we were building. Alex and I made a pretty mean carpentry team. Here are a few photos of the projects we completed:
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Palm Wine
After the stop at the mining site it was on to the place where Palm Wine was being tapped. In case you are curious, Palm wine is a semi-alcoholic drink very common in Ghana. It is made from the liquid in the palm tree and the process requires a palm tree be dug up by the roots and tipped over on its side so all the liquid from the roots drains out of the sides. Palm wine can be drank fresh in which case it tastes like a Smirnoff ice mixed with coconut milk or it can be further distilled and made into an evil hard alcohol from hell called akpeteshie. Fresh palm wine is tasty and refreshing, akpeteshie gives me a week long hangover.
Palm wine tapping sites are generally located in the bush near a grove of palm trees. The one we visited on this particular day happened to be next to a river which was perfect for cooling the copper pipes in the process of distilling the akpeteshie from the fresh palm wine.
Here are some photos to enjoy:

Palm wine tapping sites are generally located in the bush near a grove of palm trees. The one we visited on this particular day happened to be next to a river which was perfect for cooling the copper pipes in the process of distilling the akpeteshie from the fresh palm wine.
Here are some photos to enjoy:
A scary dude pounding fufu
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