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Saturday, May 14, 2011

Uncertainty is Bliss


On the eve of my departure from Ghana, I am plagued by many reflections. My time here has been an experience unparalleled by any other in my life. When I came to Ghana I unknowingly embarked on a journey that would teach me more about the world than I imagined possible. Everybody told me: You will change so much. Traveling is such a life-altering experience. You will come back a different person.

It’s not that I didn’t believe that I would change, but I had no idea as to how I might be different. Would I come home to America and scoff at the luxuries and commercialism, having gained a newfound appreciation for all things rural and poverty-stricken? Maybe I would find a deeply rooted passion for our Homeland Africa and reject the notion of spending my life anywhere else. Or perhaps I would learn that I am an American princess who cannot deal with lizards and insects in mud huts and the absence of running water in my home.

Instead, what I have learned is that I am independent and capable, curious and thrill seeking, but sensible and contemplative. I discovered these tools within myself that have enabled me to travel all around West Africa, a region of the world that is completely opposite from my home. I have befriended persons that would have previously been dauntingly foreign to me, and grown accustomed to relying only on strangers and myself.

I have learned the truth in the cliché: the world is full of possibilities. Moreover, I now know that I have the ability to take advantage of those opportunities. Nothing is too foreign, too uncertain, too far away. In fact, the experiences in which I have sought out the unknown have been by far the most rewarding.

Traveling to rural villages in the East of Ghana, to Burkina Faso, and the Northern Regions, I had a recurring out-of-body experience. I would look around at the villages, wild goats and cattle roaming the red-brown dirt on the roads. Then at my method of transport: at best, a visibly aged trotro bumping over the pothole-ridden roads; at worst, piled into the back of a van driven by a Burkinabe man who speaks not a word of English, feeling the burning heat of the malfunctioning engine as we speed down dark, deserted dirt roads in the bush. I depend upon and utilize these uncertain means, and survive.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Tips for Future Travelers


GO TO GHANA! Ghana is a beautiful country in infinite respects: the beaches of the West, the forests of the East, the savannah of the North, and the castles of the South. The people and their attitudes—never before have I met people so welcoming, appreciative, or comfortable around strangers. The villages, with their mud huts and dozens of children playing. The colors of the cloth on the mothers and babies. It is far and foreign but in life it is necessary to leave your comfort and learn to find it elsewhere.

Religion is EVERYWHERE. You will see it on signs, in shops, with your Fan-Ice. You will hear it on every radio station and in every conversation. Even if you are religious, prepare yourself for more of this than you can imagine.

You have never stood out this much. No matter what race you are, you are easily identifiable as an Obruni. This means that strangers will stop you to ask for a picture, children everywhere will pitifully pull on your pants asking for money, and it’s safe to assume that any price that someone tells you is about two times too much. This is an annoyance of life here, but it is easily manageable. All the same, prepare yourself.

You will never complain about public restrooms again. Did you know that there is such a thing as a female urinal?

You have never eaten this much rice before. Seriously. So much rice.

Pet your dog or cat—a lot. There are tons of animals here, but few are house pets and people don’t treat them as tiny humans like we do in America. I only got to play with one dog in the past 4 months—you’ll wish you gave Fido a little extra attention before you left. You will get to see baby goats running around the streets on a daily basis though—I never knew this before, but baby goats are probably the most adorable creatures in the world!

Bring chocolate. I didn’t—cocoa is the main export of Ghana, after all! But since the country sells almost all of this resource to outsiders, it is very expensive here.

Don’t be afraid. Not of the people, or the food, or the places, or the travelling, or the means to get there. A bucket bath is not that bad and African insects are more or less the same as the ones you’re used to. Don’t stress about getting malaria. Most of the time you won’t have running water but it’ll be okay. Go outside and stand in the warm and pouring rain. By overcoming my subtle fear of general life here, I began to appreciate and learn from the culture and people of Ghana. Only after realizing this did I truly start to travel.


Reality is Not Hopeless



A few weeks ago I participated in a trip hosted by City of Refuge Ministries, a not-for-profit NGO that works to eradicate child trafficking around Lake Volta. The organization was founded around five years ago by a Nigerian man named John and his American wife Stacy. Every semester a few NYU students volunteer at City of Refuge, and with each new class a group of students attend the Reality Tour. 

Lake Volta in Ghana

Lake Volta

Lake Volta is the biggest body of water in Ghana and the largest man-made reservoir by surface area in the world. It is widely known for having child slaves, as the practice is ingrained in the culture and economy of the area. Child trafficking is illegal in Ghana but the laws are actively unenforced; the government purposely hands off responsibility to NGOs, preferring free and devoted labor to developing its own commitment. Around Lake Volta, the majority of residents’ livelihoods depend on fishing. Child slaves provide many useful functions for fishermen including paddling boats, untangling nets, and scooping water out of a broken boat.

A child slave; behind him, the slave master

We left City of Refuge at 1 AM on a Friday, packed onto a bus with about 15 people and tons of supplies. It was a seven-hour drive to the lake, and we arrived in time to catch the morning ferry. From the other side of the lake we drove another hour or so to our host village.

City of Refuge works in seven villages around Lake Volta, and is always looking to expand their sphere of influence. The first activity of the weekend was to travel to a new village and make first contact with the people of the community. John asked what the chief knew about the presence of child trafficking in the village. The chief claimed to be firmly against the practice and said that all of his children attended school (trafficked children are put to work during the school day). We walked to see the village’s school, a small and simple concrete building with a few desks and chalkboards. Afterwards we stopped to talk to a group of children, upon seeing malnourishment and advanced muscle development indicative of child slavery.

Shores of a village on Lake Volta

John shaking hands with the chief
School
Playing football in the village

We found one eight-year-old boy (below) who was trafficked to the lake four years ago from Greater Accra, where his father’s family lives. When the boy’s parents died, he was sold to his mother’s brother-in-law as a slave. John spoke with the child, his master, and his aunt to extract this information. By the time John was finished he had gotten the family in Accra’s phone number. City of Refuge will call them, visit them, and convince them that being a child slave is not in the boy’s best interest.

The trafficked boy

You may think, how would that work? Why would someone who has already sold or bought a child slave suddenly change his mind? These are questions that I asked when I first heard what John and Stacy do to rescue the children. But believe it or not, this method is effective. The approach that City of Refuge takes to eradicate child trafficking is exceptional. Unlike the other NGOs that work against child trafficking around Lake Volta, City of Refuge uses no forms of coercion or bribery to rescue children. They appeal to conscience, common sense, and human decency.

John describes what he says to a slave master, What did this child do to deserve this as his life? Is he not worth schooling, a childhood? The master scoffs, says that this is how he grew up and he turned out just fine. It is part of life here. John wonders how it felt to be sold as a child slave, to be prematurely worked to the bone? To see your life as a transaction, your body as a commodity? John watches his eyes fall, and sometimes immediately, sometimes eventually, the master gives up his slaves. And he doesn’t buy any again.

More slaves of fishermen
That night as we waited for the wind to calm and our boat to bring us to our host’s house, a man from the village ran to the shore where John and Stacy stood, tears streaming down his cheeks. He confessed to keeping two slaves, and begged the couple to save them. As Stacy hugged him and John spoke about the logistics of rescuing the children, the man breathed freely. A visible weight was lifted from his chest, and his grimace hoped for redemption.



The next day, our group conducted a feed of the children. In the morning our cook made heaping amounts of rice, plantains, tomato sauce, and hard-boiled eggs, and we put together 200 to-go boxes of food. Next we prepared 200 doses of de-worming medication. We would distribute these at the school of another nearby village, whose residents had been told that we were coming. As our bus full of Obrunis came into town, children began to flock to us and line up at the steps of the school.

Preparing food for the children

Food waiting to be distributed 
In line to be registered

The mission for the day was to feed, de-worm, and register 200 village children with City of Refuge. As each child stepped across the school’s porch, a volunteer recorded his picture and personal information. Based on a child’s appearance (orange-colored hair indicative of malnourishment, advanced muscle development), familial status (living apart from parents), and personal knowledge (trafficked children often do not know when they were born), we were able to see that many of the children had been trafficked. John and Stacy made some inquiries that day, but the main focus was to register the children.

With the pictures and information, City of Refuge will make identification cards for each of the 200 children. The cards will be distributed in the village, and when John and Stacy return in three months they will serve only children with an identification card. One reason for this is that the de-worming medication lasts for three months, so the same children must get it each time or none of them will be effectively protected. Secondly, this will provide valuable information for City of Refuge to track the children in the village: if they return and a large portion of the registered children is missing from the village, then it is likely that trafficking is a major concern in the community.

Fishermen with child slaves, fleeing from City of Refuge's boat

City of Refuge is a pioneer in the fight against child trafficking. While most other NGOs and the government shy away from the root causes of the issue, City of Refuge seeks them out. Another investment that the organization is developing is a sachet water manufacturing plant, where mothers from each of City of Refuge’s partner villages will be employed. This will provide women with income and stability at home, negating the need to sell their children as slaves. 

Mothers of Lake Volta

Additionally, City of Refuge is in the process of building a new site, including a school, housing for rescued children, a family home for John and Stacy, offices, and outdoor recreation areas.


Construction of the school is underway

By impacting the mentality of the community of Lake Volta and empowering its residents, City of Refuge is developing a truly effective and holistic solution to child trafficking. As an aspiring social changemaker, I am refreshed by this approach and inspired to see an organization staying true to the mission of grassroots social change. City of Refuge's actions produce lasting effectiveness that will contribute to the eradication of child trafficking. 



All the photos in this entry were taken by Kelsey Vala, awesome photographer and badass chef.