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School Supplies for Ghana



With the help of my 44 students and their parents, we’ve achieved my first goal since returning from Ghana last summer. Students collected money to buy school supplies for the kids at the Mafi Tsati and Gbokorpe School in Ghana (“my” village). Some students brought in their allowance, others did extra chores around the house to earn money, several students worked together to set up picture sales, garage sales, and lemonade stands.

After sharing photos and stories from my trip to Ghana, my students all agreed that they wanted to do something for the kids in the Mafi Tsati and Gbokorpe School. They were especially impacted by the fact that the students I taught in the village didn’t have pencil sharpeners; they used the brick walls of the classroom instead for this purpose. We’re sending 300 pencil pouches each with 2 pencils, one big eraser, and a metal pencil sharpener. As we worked together to “stuff” the pencil pouches, I overheard one of the students say, “It feels good to help others!” Yes it does, but there’s more to do…

Next mission: raise money to buy Maxwell a computer so he and I can more easily communicate, and our students can learn from each other via video chat.



Each Friday in my classroom, we spend some time reflecting on our learning for the week, and students choose what they want to write about in their reflection notebooks. Here are a few of their entries:




In the life of a seven year old in Cardiff, CA, packing 300 pencil pouches is “a lot of work” 🙂

A Journey’s End…and Beginning

“The best journeys are the ones that answer questions you didn’t think to ask” was the theme with which I began. Now that I’m returning to my home in San Diego, California, after the trip of a lifetime to Ghana, West Africa, it seems that the journey is actually just beginning. There is so much to be done to help the people of Africa and it can feel completely overwhelming and debilitating, but I can no longer just go about my daily life without doing something—whatever I, as one person, can do.

I have four goals after this trip. My first, and most immediate, short-term goal is to send school supplies to the Mafi Tsati and Gbokorpe School: 375 pencils, pens, erasers, and pencil sharpeners, so each child at the school can have one each. Secondly, I want to raise money for another village school. It takes $10,000 and 4 months to build a village school in Ghana. Katie, a teacher from Pennsylvania who chairs VIDA (Volunteers for International Development and Aid), has raised $10,000 and been back to help build a school each summer since she first visited five years ago, so I know I can learn from her fund-raising strategies. Thirdly, I want to raise money to bring Maxwell over to visit our school—I believe that cultural exchange is more powerful than we can measure. And to begin to close the digital divide, I want to raise money to buy Maxwell a lap-top and teach him how to use the internet while he’s visiting, so he can bring it back to the village and the school can have another source of information besides simply listening to the radio and reading the few outdated textbooks the school has access to. This project will entail getting Internet access in the village, which should be possible since they have electricity; I just need to raise the money to set up the infrastructure. Lastly, I want to return to Mafi Tsati soon to visit Maxwell, to see how the kids have grown, see how the new school building is working for the kindergarteners, and learn what else the village needs.

At the beginning of this journey, I couldn’t fathom how I, one person, could make a difference in the lives of these people, but it feels as if it’s come into crystal-clear focus through this trip. We are all called to help someone else in this life. Some of my friends and colleagues do that by starting Charter Schools in our communities, some of us help by inspiring and educating teachers, others pilot community-based writing projects for teens in urban environments… Years ago, I received help from those around me who were able and in a position to give of themselves. It is now my turn to “pay it forward.” In addition to teaching and working with the San Diego writing project and volunteering at the International Rescue Commission’s Community Farm in City Heights, I will be working to provide what I can to improve the lives of my friends in Africa. So, the journey begins…

Cape Coast Slave Trade Castle

The worst parts of our human history are the most important to not forget. The Holocaust… Slavery… As the tour guide said, we cannot change our past, but we can consciously choose how to react in the future. I had the same sickening feeling during this slave trade tour as I did at the slave trade castle in Zanzibar six years ago. The sickening realization that humans have treated other humans like animal garbage not so very long ago takes hold of my stomach and I want to vomit. Two hundred men in a dark, dank room the size of my living room with three small, high windows, for two weeks to a month at a time doing what humans do on a daily basis. I want to think that human kind has moved away from this type of treatment of each other, but then I think of the middle east, the racial tensions in classrooms in Stockholm, the guns and weapons that are drawn in the name of religion and color and belief-structure, and my hair stands on end realizing that as a human race we have actually not come very far in our evolution…

Canopy Walk in Kukum National Park

In Kakum National Park, Cape Coast, I paid the 30 GH (Cedis) it costs for a non-native to walk the 7 interconnected, suspended bridges to experience the beautiful tree canopies in the park. I kept expecting to see wild monkeys, elephants, or giraffe pop out of the trees–none of which did (giraffe are not native here, the elephants live farther north in Ghana, and the monkeys… well, we didn’t see any), but it was well worth it anyway.

The Machete

The uses and prevalence of this handy tool is far-reaching in Ghana; peeling an orange, opening a can or tomato paste, splitting open a coconut, shaving palm branches for basket weaving… You name it.

The Town Crier

To provide announcements to everyone in the village, they have a man designated as town crier; he takes this job very seriously and is proud of the cowbell he smacks twice before calling out each announcement (many, many times around the village). For example, in the mornings, we would hear his cries announcing that it was time for available villagers to gather down at the worksite to begin the day’s activities.

Road-kill redefined

(Fri. July 20th)

After taking a quick, 3-hour, late-afternoon surprise trip to “my” village (Mafi Tsati) from Abuti-Tegbleve, we returned after dark and the driver accidentally hit a “grass cutter.” The driver quickly reversed, got out, picked this creature up, and threw it in the trunk—I didn’t have time or the light to see what it was. I had to inquire. Turns out grass cutters are huge rodents (like a giant rat), and they’re considered a delicacy here.  They’re actually hunted and draw a nice price as “bush meat”–a local favorite. The driver will make some locals very happy tonight with this accidental “treat.”