Life has its own way of drawing us to our purpose. For me it was simply accepting to serve in a deprived community. Till date, I have no single regret for the decision I took a year ago to bring hope and impact the community with my innovative teaching skills.
The call to serve
I received the news of my posting to Frankadua D/A Baptist School with mixed feelings. I felt this urge to take up my posting without reservation but I didn’t have the resources to fund my journey.
I have lost both parents and therefore rely on the support of my big brother and benevolent family members who were not in support of the idea of travelling all the way from Offinso Ahenkro, my home in Ashanti Region to Frankadua, a small town in the Asuogyaman Municipality in the Eastern Region but I insisted.
The journey of a thousand miles
I arrived at Frankadua at 10 pm after a long ride from Kumasi, transiting at Kpong. I was directed to the house of the headmaster, Mr Michael Akoto who handed me over to one of the staff to accommodate me for the night because I didn’t have money on me.
The next day I was fed by the headmaster and proceeded to endorse my forms at the NSS Asuogyaman Office. I then headed to Koforidua to get verified but unfortunately, I couldn’t do it the same day due to circumstances beyond my control.
I was stranded. With no money on me I had to stay in Koforidua for two days before I get verified because the next day was a public holiday. Luckily, a good Samaritan offered me a chance to perch with one of his friends on the Koforidua Technical University campus.
I was lonely and hungry though but had no other option. Eventually, I was verified and went back home.
Life at post
Before school reopened, I hurled myself to post with luggage I couldn’t pay for. I had to bargain hard for reduction of my luggage charge.
I literally started with no money on me. I lived on GH¢ 10.00 weekly, a stipend my mentor, Mr Jaka Agbemavor gave to me out of the goodwill to keep body and soul together till I receive my monthly allowance from NSS.
I arrived on the school campus only to see the learners barefooted, in tattered clothes or slippers “Chalewote”. I decided to seize them but my mentor advised me to stop because that is all their parents ccould afford.
Teaching ICT in a school without computers is like going to farm without cutlass but I was determined to teach well to my expectation and apply all I learnt in school. I used my phone as a teaching aid to demonstrate some of the complex lessons.
With my good works, my mentor and the headmaster appreciated my effort with many kind gestures and open support.
Living in the Community
My key challenge was the language barrier. The predominant language of the people of Frankadua is Ewe and I speak Twi. This made communication with the indigenes almost impossible except the few who could understand basic English Language.
The language barrier was taking a toll on my student’s ability to comprehend my lessons so I quickly had to learn the language. After one year, I can consider myself a beginner with an acute understanding of the Ewe language.
Like most rural communities, potable water was inaccessible. I relied on sachet water for drinking and water from the streams for daily chores.
Relying solely on my NSS allowance, buying rice and sachet water regularly was a strain on my little budget but I survived.
My take home and Award
I leave my post with joy knowing well that I have invested in the future generations of this country. It is my belief that my story will inspire other young Ghanaian to take up their postings.
I am also grateful to the Management of NSS recognizing my little effort at the NSS Awards.
I pray the government could build a computer laboratory for Frankadua Baptist D/A Primary School to support their learning considering the critical role of computer education in modern society.
Source: NSS Corporate Affairs Directorate