Mike's assignment with VSO working in Organisational Development (OD)

Friday, April 30, 2010

TENI Launch

National launch of TENI project (Tackling Education Needs Inclusively)
and storms in Walewale as per the 22nd April blog entry - see Mashood's great write-up at
http://www.cic-walewale.blogspot.com/
(We take a little credit for this - Charlotte proof-read the story, and Mashood made some of the changes she proposed; I taught Mashood how to blogspot back in October in a candle-lit session as the power was off).

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Ouaga - do go!

Well, after Charlotte's semi-sleepless night enlivened by Facebooking including a long chat with my nephew in Japan, Charlotte feels sufficiently recovered that we could after all conclude our holiday with  a long weekend in Ouagadougou with Mar and Mark. Above are 2 of the 4 back-seat passengers (including a new friend, Antea, of Mar & Mark's) heading for Ouaga.
On Saturday we see masks and other artifacts at the Museum.
Quite a good shot of all three I would say.
Then in the evening to the Ouaga jazz festival.
Before we go in I tell the story of arriving late at Romeo and Juliet and fining the front row of seats free. We go in to the concert and history repeats itself
This is the absolutely delightful Toumani Diabate from Mali, the "Jimi Hendrix of the Kora". World-famous, grammy-winning, and gives us a splendid masterclass in his 24-stringed kora.
The audience join  in - some on stage, some just from their seats.
This guy reminds me of my brother-in-law. I have eight brothers-in-law- none of them will think it's them. Afterwards we go for a drink with Mar & Mark's Belgian friend living in Ouaga. Later I ask "Why is he called Radar?" (remembering the TV series MASH, for the over-50s) but he is actually called Reda - because that's his name, and by now you should be able to work out how to pronounce it.
Now perhaps the boys should be more sporting, and desist from playing a 7-letter word first turn, but I have to tell you that we don't resist that temptation. 
Gondwana restaurant. Recommended. Quite appropriate, since Gondwana is apparently the now-severed Africa-Australia super-continent.
Heading home. Coming North the taxi driver filled up in one go, but going South there are 3 stops to put about 6 beer-bottles  of fuel in (or siphon a similar amount, sucking it from a big pitcher) each time. We have had a guess why - what's your theory - answers by blog comment only.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Storm and sting

Well to begin with the storm is enjoyable - one heck of a breeze through the house, which makes a change.
 
We watch some of the spectacular lightning. Then the rain starts. Horizontally. (These windows face the veranda, so are "under cover"). The rain comes through the windows, the doors and the ceiling. It's been low-voltage anyway (fluorescent lights flickering), but now we turn off  all lights. This is officially holiday, but we've both been catching up with some urgent work. After spending a while on some necessary OD emails, I'm helping Charlotte with her District Teacher Support Team proposal, and she's mopping the floor by torchlight in flip-flops. Until her foot strikes a scorpion (unknowingly) and the scorpion strikes back the only way he knows how.
 WHAT WE SHOULD HAVE DONE (I'm told).
1. Tourniquet.
2. Ice
3. Elevate stung part
4. Hospital.
(and maybe at step 1 tried the little vacuum pump I bought for the purpose to suck the poison out).

Charlotte is in a lot of pain which is coming in waves, and can feel the poison travelling up through her leg. We have actually Googled scorpion stings but advice seemed inconclusive. Impact varies from mild discomfort to mild death. Impact in this case will also mean cancelling our trip to Ouaga with Mar and Mark as we're due to leave 9am tomorrow, but we decide to leave it till the morning to phone them since it's late now.
We try VSO emergency number - network is down with the thunderstorm. Eventually we raise Accra. "Get to hospital". We can't raise a taxi driver. We try Charlotte's boss - no luck. I try the neighbours - doors locked barred and bolted but I stand outside and shout "George". George, bless him, gets out his 4x4, and off we go through the storm to Walewale hospital at midnight.
George is trying to get close to the door at the hospital. Crash. His nearside front-wheel is now waist-deep in a concrete drain with vertical sides. Don't worry about the car George says. We're ushered through darkened corridors to a lit (but flooded) part. Paddling through we get to see the doctor. Before long (Charlotte might not agree) her foot has been anaesthetised and the world seems a better place, and she's given other drugs too.
George has found helpers to build up rocks and planks to create a ramp out of the drain, and the car is out. Charlotte turns down the offer to stay overnight in the flooded hospital. George won't drop us on the track, but insists on driving up to our front door ... and gets his wheels stuck in the quagmire that our frontage has become since the storm. Charlotte hurries to get to bed before the anaesthetic wears off, and I find some scraps  of wood to help George's back wheel out of the hole it's made for itself.
(Then at 3 am as it turns out George is up again to pick up a sick person from a nearby village - you're popular if you have a car! We are very grateful for his help).

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Sitting in a warm lake

Lake Point Guest house is not far from Kumasi, on Lake Bosamtwe  which is a meteorite crater some 8 kilometers across.The interior of the guest house shows a real eye for design - has the owner really not been to Barcelona and studied Gaudi?
In the evening I catch up on email - possibly a mistake, but we're keen to know how Charlotte's brother-in-law's quadruple heart bypass op went, and the news is good. Charlotte picks up her email in the morning.
This is an Austrian-Ghanaian guest house, so I have to tell the joke/puzzle about the client who says to the Austrian restauranteur "F U N E M?" This is particularly relevant given what we are having for breakfast. Stephen the owner loves it. Explanations if needed will come via blog comments.
The lake is warm - a five-mile bowl of warm water. We swim in the morning, pedalo in the afternoon, and watch the tropical storm in the evening. This is the most relaxing place in our holiday.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Akwidaa, the Atlantic, not waving but drowning

Off to Akwidaa for three days of get-way-from-it-all at the Safari Beach Lodge. No internet , no phone signal (except, as we later discover, for one little hotspot near the generator)
So, in case you want to know, the room looks a bit like this, and the view outwards looks like this:
See that little rock? Don't even think about getting there. The waves don't look too bad in any of these photos, but for me they count as good waves because you can stand in 'no water' and have a wave break over your head if it's one of the bigger ones. I check - when a few yards from shore - that I can still get back. (It's that area where the increase in depth after the wave takes you out of your depth, but if you just stay in the same place you're in your depth again.) Now I notice I am a little further away from Charlotte and Laura (see previous blog entry) than before, but I'm no more than a third of the way towards that rock in the picture.Try to swim in.  I'm swimming forward but the distance to shore is increasing. Feeling pretty silly now, I can't get in on my own, I'm going to have to ask for help. Shout "Help". No effect. (We later check, and against the noise of the waves you're lucky to hear anything beyond 10 metres). I wave - get a wave back from Charlotte, but how do you signal "I'm being swept out further away from you"? Looks like I'm going to sink or swim on my own. Decide to save my energy for swimming. But it's not working, and I seem further away.
Apparently what I should have done, to circumvent the rip current I must have been in, was to swim along and then in. Charlotte says this is in fact what I did. I have no sense of doing anything except trying to swim straight towards shore. No life flashing before my eyes or anything like that, it's just a case of putting everything into swimming as strongly as I can. Eventually I find my depth and stagger onto the beach. It is less than five minutes from start to finish. I feel like I've just run a 4-minute mile; I think in these circumstances warnings about not overdoing the exercise tend to be forgotten.
Anyway, there's a peaceful sunset to look at , and a turtle warning. We find Sarah, or rather she finds us - on holiday from volunteering at a church in Accra.
The bar/restaurant, and the view of Akwidaa life from it. The food is (generally) very good, which is just as well given the prices.
We also bump into Merilyn, (beside me in photo)  a VSO volunteer from Nandom who is a big fan of Organisational Development (ok, Merilyn, I have taken you off the OD group email list) and her Mali-geologist-gold-prospecting friend  Nicole. Sadly we lose the Ashes at Scrabble to Merilyn and Nicole.
We leave  Akwidaa - see the shot of Dixcove which is the nearest place - and head through verdant Southern Ghana towards the Ghanaian  Lake District (well, one lake anyway).

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Kakum - and Dennis, Annette and their babies

For the Kakum rain forest, we negotiate a taxi ride from Cape Coast. We reach there at 8.30 am, and the small party (about a dozen of us) on the rope walk through the tree canopy doesn't feel rushed at all  - apparently at other times it can get busy.
Charlotte stops suddenly having almost put her hand onto a green lizard on the "handrail" rope
Our guide shows us several trees including the umbrella tree, and also bamboo (not native to Ghana, but grows well here).Our guide shows us several trees including the umbrella tree, and also bamboo (not native to Ghana, but grows well here).
We head for the nearby monkey (etc) sanctuary, which turns out to be run by a Dutch couple Dennis and Annette who have built it up themselves. We are a party of 5 now, because we gave a lift here to 3 Belgian volunteers from Ouagadougou who were also on the canopy walk.
Obligatory pictures on the high rock. Me & Charlotte of course, then Julie Nikita and Laura.




Dennis & Annette find drinks for all of us and some Dutch speciality meatballs and we all sit and chat. (Incidentally, later, when we are leaving and ask about paying, Dennis says "Just put whatever you think into the duck" - there is a large plastic duck with an open beak for us to deposit some cash in).
Time to hold the python.
Do you want to hold the python, Charlotte? (imagine the Dutch accent)
No, I don't even like small pythons.
Not me. uugh,
But it's cute
This is a sweet little baby python. (Laura loves it)
I still don't want it.
I don't like that python, I don't like Monty Python, I just don't like pythons.
But what was the problem in giving the python a little cuddle Charlotte?
I'd rather see pigs go to the seaside..
.... and hear the life-story of a passer-by who wants to sell me some cards...
... while the sea still pounds Cape Coast castle.

The different paths to our VSO placements

THE PATH TO CHARLOTTES PLACEMENT

Jan 2009 - With 2 younger children still at university, Charlotte & I apply for short-term work with VSO. Both turned down - I think they aren't taking people short-term unless they have development experience.
(For more insights, see MORE INSIGHTS below).

Feb 2009 - Charlotte offers to go long-term and her application is reconsidered. I will be able to be more flexible (e.g. travel back to UK) if I am her Accompanying Partner (i.e. not volunteering).

April 2009 - Assessment Day, and Charlotte is accepted.

May 2009 - I start to wind down client work, because there is much to be done before we can go overseas.

June 2009 - Preparing to Volunteer course, for both of us.

Charlotte accepts placement in Northern Ghana. We have decided that I will go out with Charlotte to begin with before returning to UK after some weeks abroad.

July 2009 - Skills for Working in Development course for Charlotte.

August 2009 - Family holiday for 9 (Mike, Charlotte, Tom, Sarah, Peter, Abi, Anna, Daniel and Kate) in Normandy.

Sept 2009 - Anna's 21st party - we couldn't go abroad until after this.
The most common question in September is "Mike, how long are you going out for?" The answer is "I don't know - will decide that when we're out there". Final preparations and off to Ghana. Very busy getting ready to go, but when I'm out there I expect to have plenty of free time for a few weeks...
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THE PATH TO MY PLACEMENT

Sept 2009 Day 2 of In-Country Training - I volunteer to assist VSO Ghana with Organisation Development. For more details, see blog over Oct-Nov 2009. I can't claim any expenses, but volunteers are very gracious at inviting me to stay overnight.

Dec 2009-Jan 2010 Back home, collect Anna and Daniel from university, back out to Ghana for 2 weeks over Christmas (see Charlotte's blog), take them back to university.

Jan 2010. Skills for Working in Development course for me.
Start official placement as Organisational Development Adviser.

So one irony is that I have ended up with exactly what I applied for - a short-term volunteer placement that doesn't clash with university holidays. (Business and Trustee commitments would also have prevented me coming out for 12 months).

The other irony is that I thought it unlikely that Charlotte & I would find work in the same place - she was likely to be in a remote deprived area like Northern Ghana, and I was likely to have a national role given my skills. But now I have a national role, based in the deprived North where most of the volunteers are, which is much better for supporting them than back in Accra, the capital city down South on the coast.
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MORE INSIGHTS - are available here (from our church website in Jan 2010)

What’s In, What’s Out.

The Shenley Christian Fellowship blog gives the opportunity for people in the fellowship to share what’s on their mind with a wider audience. This blog entry comes from Mike Cashman who is an SCF Trustee as Head of Finance.

I’ve just seen a burnt area of semi-forest in the Mole National Park in Ghana. The park ranger explained that fresh grass grows a few weeks later, strong and nutritious, and attracts the wild animals.

What does this have to do with the New Year, the call of Abraham, and being a husband, father, Christian, church member, and professional roles as well? Well, let’s see….

In September 2008 our Church Leader Chris Doig preached on Genesis 12:1, the call of Abraham which came when Abraham was comfortable and settled in Haran – Abraham heard God’s call and left his comfort zone. Later Abraham made a move to Egypt which appears to have been his own idea, and that didn’t work out too well. So - sometimes God calls us to move, and sometimes he calls us to stay, and it’s good to discern which way he is calling. In September 2009, after reflecting on this message, Charlotte (my wife) and I found ourselves in Ghana with Voluntary Service Overseas. Definitely out of the comfort zone.

We can apply this message about God’s call beyond physical movement. Sometimes we need to keep on doing what we’re doing – using the gifts he gave us in our various roles, e.g. Christian, husband, father, church member, professional roles, and indeed our roles in social, community and leisure activities (e.g. gardener, goal-keeper, unofficial agony aunt, devotee of our favourite TV series or soap opera). It may be a juggling act or a plate-spinning exercise, but we feel we are just about managing to fulfil each role. But sometimes there are things that just need to be removed from our lives – not to say they’re wrong, but they just need to go to make space for new growth. I’m not referring to temporary disciplines like giving up chocolate or TV for a while – I mean cutting something right out of your life. Sometimes a friendship is one that no longer benefits either party. (I hasten to add that I have no-one in mind personally as I write this!) Maybe that solo sporting hobby which dates from your unmarried life needs to make way for hobbies which involve the family more.

Our change was a little radical. We both removed many professional and community roles from our lives, trying to do this in an orderly fashion. For Charlotte this included teacher, parish councillor, magistrate, chair of Loughton Residents’ Association, school governor, school governor trainer. What Charlotte found hardest to give up was home and face-to-face contact with friends and family. What else had to go, at least for a while? TV, sweet things in general, newspapers, car-driving, on-tap hot water, to name a few. (Not as many as we feared – we’re glad that much of the time we have running water, internet, email and phone contact). But in working out how we would follow a call to Ghana, some things were the rocks of certainty – for example I would still be a Christian, still a husband, still a dad, still a Church member, but no longer do I swell the viewing figures for ‘Match of the Day’.

January – the month which for the Romans was the month that looked forwards and backwards – is not the only time we can assess this question, but it’s a good time to do it. What is in your life? What perhaps is worth taking right out, even if that is painful, to make space for fresh growth? What might God be calling you to do which is completely new? What fresh growth could occur when there is space for it? Or – as you look at how you are fulfilling the various roles God called you to, do you feel his pleasure and encouragement to continue on the same path?

Mike Cashman is an independent programme management consultant based in Milton Keynes, currently assisting with organizational development in Ghana on a short-term basis. He is married to Charlotte, who is the VSO (Voluntary Service Overseas) Teacher Support Officer in Walewale, Northern Ghana. Mike and Charlotte have four children and two daughters-in-law, aged between 19-26.