I’ve been working with L’ecole No. 5 in Tchekpo. It’s a poor primary school on the outskirts of the village. The first week I was in Tcheckpo. Dovai and Kaisai came to me in the market and asked me to go for a walk with them to see their school. They are both teachers at the school. I had met Dovai before. He is very involved in the community of Tchekpo, and I might say a very shrewd man. By shrewd I mean that he not only knows that I might be able to help this school, but he also slowly and systematically gets me involved. He went to the Men as Partners Conference with me, and he is also helping me with the Womens’ Marche Groupement. Dovai is a good man, whose only ulterior motive is to help his community. He’s thin, a small framed man with delicate features. He used to be a Muslim. I don’t know why he is no longer Muslim. He looks a little bit like E.T. He has two wives. One wife works in the marche, one works at home. I hadn’t met Kaisai until that first day we walked to the school. I have met with him many times since. Kaisai seems very sweet, and shy. He never looks me in the eye. He is always looking down at the ground. Sometimes I bend over and look up, so that he has to look at me, and he does, but it’s very fleeting. What’s interesting about Kaisai is that I saw him in his classroom teaching. In the classroom Kaisai is a different person. He is strong and commanding and animated with his students. In our meetings however, he always lets Dovai do the talking. They seem inseparable; Dovai and Kaisai. I always see them together. Brothers, for sure. They are very connected. Sunday they brought photos to show me, and they left a photo of themselves with me. “A cadeu (a gift),” they said.
|The kids watching a video of themselves|
|a path on the way to L'ecole No. 5|
I told him that this is not what I’m in Tchekpo for. I went on to say, “the primary reason I’m here is to help small businesses, but that I would think very hard about their problems, and see if there is anything I can do.” I asked him to put together a list of things that he needs and wants with costs. David my tutor, and a teacher at the high school wanted to help and get involved when I spoke to him about it. He suggested we form a committee to make our mission official, so we did. David, myself, the four teachers, Mr. Hunon and a parent are the officers on the committee to help L’ecole No. 5. I’m hoping to find a group or association or church to help us raise funds. They need close to $10,000 to buy all the books they need for the children and teachers, and to pay the four teachers salaries for one year. This would also pay for the wood to build more desks and benches. They dream of building an additional school room.
The week I met with Mr. Hunon, I happened to receive an email from my thirteen year old niece, Hannah in Ann Arbor, Michigan. She said that she and her class would like to do a service project with one of the schools…did I think that was possible? Hannah also suggested that it would be fun if we could possibly do a video skype later in the year, so that the kids in each school could see and ask questions of each other. I thought it was a great idea, but didn’t see how it would be possible since Tchekpo doesn’t have electricity or internet, but Solomon lives right down the road in Taglibow, and he is an I.T. specialist for the Peace Corps. He thinks we can do it with his internet phone. We’re checking it out. It would be a great cultural exchange, a wonderful learning experience for the kids here in Africa and in Ann Arbor Michigan. We have this tentatively planned for February. I applaud Hannah for her initiative, and her good humanitarian ideas.
Karen, the mother of my sons partner, has been sending me packages with unique and interesting things for kids. Karen has a huge heart and is a former teacher. The things she chooses to send always create a lot of interest and excitement with the kids. I tell them when I have a new shipment "from Karen." And they start showing up at my door. Little stuffed animals, puzzles, inflatable globes. Karen seems to be enjoying it. I try to dole it out to just the right school or child. It’s amazing…..amazing, how excited they get over these things. Adults and children alike. I gave the inflatable globes to three different primary schools, and I gave one to David for the high school, David keeps the globe at his home and takes it with him to school every day. Karen also sent a life-size puzzle of the human body. I’m giving it to the Biology Department at the high school, after I use it for my Adult English Class, and after David uses it in his high school English Class. It’s a fun way to learn the words for different parts of the body in English. When I showed the Biology Teacher, he couldn’t believe it. He’s so excited.
These schools only have blackboards and a few books, but the teachers are first rate and prepared. The class structure is quite organized and advanced. The kids in the high school do have paper and pens, but the kids in L’ecole #5 each have a little slate and chalk. These kids are smart, they love school, they love learning. In spite of the limited resources in these schools, I believe, from what I’ve seen that they could compete on the same level maybe higher, with kids of the same age in schools in America, in math, science, history; certainly languages. The high school teaches German and English. David, a Togolese, and my tutor has a Masters in English. The kids speak and understand English very well. He is a gifted teacher, and in the classes I monitored, they did not want the class to end when it was time, and kept asking questions, or asked to sing a couple songs to prolong the class. They kept asking for more. When I told David I thought he was a gifted teacher, he beamed. It made him happy. He loves teaching.
I am looking for ideas to help raise funds for L’ecole #5. If you have any ideas, please let me know. Don’t send any money, maybe we can somehow form a group in the U.S. to help. I don’t know. I have several projects like this that I’ll be blogging about. $10,000 is a LOT of money. It’s mind boggling what that money will buy. Help educate over 200 kids for one thing, and pay the teachers who are now working for nothing. If you met Mr. Hunon and these teachers and these kids……you would want to help with the little they are asking for, knowing what a difference it will make in their lives. I just keep thinking of Mr. Hunons words. I’m begging you. I beg you. People are suffering. Look how crowded our classrooms are, look what the children have to sit on. We need help.
The most recent gifts Karen sent were two fabulous soccer balls and an air pump. One is bright red, and the other is bright blue. Last week when I went to Lecole No. 5, I put the red soccer ball in a sack and took it with me. Mr. Hunon saw me coming and walked out into the school yard to greet me. I could see the kids watching us through the openings. I handed the sack to Mr. Hunon, and he pulled the red ball out. His eyes lit up, and he had a big, genuine smile. All of a sudden you could hear the kids clapping and chanting and roaring, and I mean roaring…. with laughter and happiness….. They could see the soccer ball. Mr. Hunon, said, “you’ve made the children very happy.” He said, “is this really ours…….forever?” He meant it. I shook my head yes, it’s your schools…forever. I told him that the gift was from a woman named Karen who lived in Kansas, and that she had been a teacher in the United States. He asked me to please thank her. I have these moments here. The gift of the red soccer ball was one of them. Just a moment of delightful surprise, happiness and contentment.
I wish Karen and Hannah could have been there that day. More to come on Lecole No. 5………