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Jack of all trades; here they are having me build desks. This is what will save Africa!

Jack of all trades; here they are having me build desks. This is what will save Africa!

Often not an easy question to be asked, but I guess I can give it a bit of a blast after the last 20 months here in the heart of rural Ethiopia and the fine city of Adola. Okay it’s still only a town, but just you wait it’ll be a city one day – watch Addis!

Time Management - hmm the word late or similar comes up a lot.  I wonder why...

Time Management – hmm the word late or similar comes up a lot. I wonder why…

“Just saving Ethiopia!” could be my reply.  Fret not, I am not so arrogant to assume that my actions are going to turn this place into a developed country overnight, but I do hold some hope that what I have shared here is part of a massive effort on the part of countless people who have given a little of themselves and their experience to guide the country to new opportunities.

Students working

Students working

As I think about previous blogs I realise that mostly I have written about experiences I have had and very little about what I actually have been doing here.  I want to take the chance to share some of this now, as I look back and reflect on my time.

The main purpose of my recruitment by VSO was to help out with the Higher Diploma Programme, which, in brief, is about developing different teaching methodology in schools – specifically in my case for primary schools.  In order to work on this I was sent to a rural teacher training college in Adola- a town whose praises I have sung more than enough in the past.

Biology practical - 5 points for each Lab safety rule being broken!

Biology practical – 5 points for each Lab safety rule being broken!

As mentioned in a previous blog post, way back at the beginning of my time here, it took a while for the course to get started.  In spite of some frustration in this, I soon adapted to the rather laid back approach and rather than get stressed out and angry, I decided it was better to go with the flow and make the best of it; making use of time when it happened.

Derese with the Grade 8 girls.  The project was his idea.

Derese with the Grade 8 girls. The project was his idea.

At times it was an uphill struggle- there is understandable reluctance for change especially where the only experience people have had is in lecturing to students or being lectured to – imagine a teacher trying to lecture to a class of 7 year olds in the UK… for the whole 40 minutes (the length of a lesson here) and that followed by 5 more 40 minute lectures.  I don’t think they class would survive until the end of the day!

Getting the students involved at primary level- good job HDP participant!

Getting the students involved at primary level- good job HDP participant!

There were many arguments why they couldn’t encourage their students to be more active participants in their learning-“We don’t have enough time to deliver the course content”; “The class sizes are too big”; “We don’t have any resources.”  What they couldn’t say was the real reason: “We’re scared to change.”

And using local materials as teaching tools - double points!

And using local materials as teaching tools – double points!

I realised I needed to encourage them to believe that they could change, that they can have an impact and that their students would actually learn far more by being active, rather than passive, in the classroom.  I wanted them to change their focus from them “teaching” to their students “learning”.  The overarching idea being that they then pass on this philosophy to their students- the teacher trainees- who in turn take it to the schools with them.

3rd year trainee on teaching practice trying to involve the pupils.  The message is seeping through!

3rd year trainee on teaching practice trying to involve the pupils. The message is seeping through!

While I would love to say that Active Learning is now the norm here in Adola, I am not so foolish as to not recognise that these things take time.  Some staff adapted more readily than others, but I have to say I was impressed by how willing they were to at least give the whole thing a try.  And I wasn’t gentle – I really made them work hard and this became clear when, at the end of the first year, I went with two colleagues to the moderation workshop.  The standard of what the participants here had produced far exceeded that of the other institutions.  Not only was their work complete, it really showed depth and that they had engaged fully in the process.  Most importantly their lesson planning clearly showed their efforts to implement active learning and assessment for learning – two key areas of the HDP.

One lecturer's imaginative contribution - active singing and dancing!

One lecturer’s effort – active singing and dancing!

The second year I handed over the mantle of the day to day running of the programme to local colleagues, which gave me a little more time to focus on some other areas.  The Dean had not been shy in asking me to work in several areas and was open to my insistence in each case of working with a local counterpart to encourage a transfer of skills and sustainability.  This certainly kept me pretty occupied during working hours.

Physics practical

Physics practical

Working with colleagues, we have helped the college to open and resource an ELIC- English Language Improving Centre (sic).  It is still in the early stages, but has potential to be a great place for students to go and experience English in a lesson rigid and formal environment.  This place has been a focus for two other areas I have been keen to work on- the quality of English language teaching and raising the performance of girls in education.

Students using ELIC

Students using ELIC

In the first case I have been really fortunate this year to be able to work with some of the students who have chosen English language as their focus.  For the third year students this was a mixed group, but for the second years I asked to concentrate on the female students.

2nd Year Language focus students

2nd Year Language focus students

In general they are more reluctant to participate in classes and by bringing them away from their male peers I was able to give them a chance to be more involved and the efforts that they have made have made it highly worthwhile, with some of them shining in a way that would not have been possible in a mixed class.

2nd Years Role-playing

2nd Years Role-playing

When one of the English Lecturers at the college came to me to ask for help in delivering a programme to G8 girls I was delighted.  Instead of being asked to generally help in one area, this guy had actually a focused plan on what he wanted to do and he wanted me to help him out.

Grade 8 Girls with Fikirta, a second year trainee

Grade 8 Girls with Fikirta, a second year trainee

This, for me, was a key moment and at this point I realised that all my efforts had been worthwhile – the local community was not only identifying its own problems it was also coming up with solutions too.   This for me is exactly where development needs to be- rather than someone from the outside coming in and dictating how the community should change.

G8 Girls using computers for the first time

G8 Girls using computers for the first time

I have loved the variety of tasks that I have been able to get involved in here.  I have given ICT training and technical advice- it gives some idea of how much people here have to learn if they are coming to me for the technical advice!  I have worked with lecturers, teachers and students as well as the college management and local government and have enjoyed every interaction.  I have built desks and planted trees and all this was just my day job!

ICT training for support staff

ICT training for support staff

If anyone were to ask the secret of my success here though, I would have to concede the glory to the people I have been working with.  They have been open to new ideas, new ways of doing things and trying them out to discover what works for them.  They have gone out of their way to involved me in the community and to make me feel welcome.  There is no doubt that it is their effort that has made all of this possible and, as I reflect, I realise the part I played was really very small in the grand scheme of things, but I am glad that I have been able to make my little contribution to sustainable change in Adola and Ethiopia.

Tree of teaching - HDP work

Tree of teaching – HDP work

Gotta Get Out of This Place…

Country roads

Country roads

Don’t worry my enjoyment of life in Adola has not suddenly dissipated, nor am I in desperate need of an airlift to safer climes.  Nevertheless, it is always good to get out and explore the local area rather than staying sat in at home watching films or reading the e-book; two activities which have possible occupied unhealthy proportions of my time here. 

View from the hill

View from the hill

Adola, in spite of its many plus points, does rather lack in providing distraction.  Consequently any opportunity to break out and enjoy the countryside is welcomed.

A resting place on the road

A resting place on the road

Unfortunately having no transport of my own (certainly a feature of my top 5 things I have missed the most) means that I am reliant on friendly others to fulfil this desire.

Green fields

Green fields

Fortune has favoured me to some extent in the local community of Catholic priests.  They don’t reside in Adola – rather they stay about 30km to the west in a beautifully tranquil place called Qillenso and come every week in turn to Adola.  After Mass in Adola they travel out each week to different rural communities and have kindly invited me on several of these expeditions.

Country home

Country home

Not only is it a chance to see more of Ethiopia, it also has allowed me to experience very rural life in the Guji zone and helped me to appreciate all the more the little Adola does have to offer- and there were you all thinking that Adola was the remotest place on Earth- wherever did you get that idea?   Most importantly though it goes someway to dispel the myth of Ethiopia land of desert and famine as I have had the opportunity to experience some of the most incredible vistas of lush green valleys throughout the year.

Massina Community

Massina Community

Illala Community

Illala Community

Being able to take part in these visits has been a great opportunity to explore how the communities have grown and developed over the time I have been here with progression from small wooden hut to extended wooden hut or, in one place, direct to concrete church – although they do need to fix the doors there.

First choice for a community

First choice for a community

Zambaba Community with old church - now replaced by a concrete church.

Zambaba Community with old church – now replaced by a concrete church.

The roads to the majority of these places are a little rougher than the lovely stretch of tarmac that now serves my beloved Adola and there have been one or two occasions where I have wondered if I might be walking back to town, however somehow the cars have always made it and long may that continue (as I think about the potential journey this coming weekend – sadly my last).

Country Roads

Country Roads

On Good Friday this year (one week later here) I somehow agreed to join the Catholic community on the way of the cross; imagining this to be a little jaunt around the town and then a couple of kilometres into the countryside to climb a hill.

Walking on the road

Walking on the road

It soon became apparent that I was right on the first account, but not on the second.  It turned out to be a walk of several hours, concluded with a climb up a pathless and steep hill.

Crossing a bridge on the walk

Crossing a bridge on the walk

Clearly I am still in need of some fitness training in spite of the huge increase in the amount of walking I have done since arriving in Ethiopia.  I also needed to bring a larger water supply as we were “blessed” with a beautiful sunny day.

Freshening up

Freshening up

Although I was assured it was nowhere near as hot as the first year they had done it, when no one had brought any water.  I must confess to taking advantage of my friendship with the priest to take a ride back in the car.  Most people had to walk.  We did go back and collect a few after dropping off the first load though!

The hill approaches

The hill approaches

Climbing the hill

Climbing the hill

At the top

At the top

The college has also been great for getting me out a few times.  Recently we took a walk to a place a few kilometres from the college to plant some trees – several thousand, but light work for so many students and staff.

Hunduma needs a break!

Hunduma needs a break!

The walk involved a fantastic bridge across a river, through some forest and up a hill (there’s always a hill!).  I was one of the last to get to the planting area as I had been photographing the students crossing the bridge, of course I wasn’t hoping someone would fall in, but seriously 600 students – at least one!

The great bridge!

The great bridge!

Getting there so late there were only a few trees left, but I managed to plant some.

Saving the planet!

Saving the planet!

We have also  been able to visit neighbouring districts as well as the longer trips to Negele (see previous blog entries).  One particular trip was to an area called Seba Boru.  It took most of the morning to get there via Shakiso (the gold mining area).

Miners' Huts

Miners’ Huts

We met with the district officials for a couple of hours and then drove back; the purpose being to collect some data.  Sadly (or conveniently!) there was no power, so, no data.  Of course they promised to send it on later.  The trip might have taken place more than sixth months ago.  We might still be waiting.  Naturally, I have no comment…

These mischievous girls are great fun.  They kept hassling the priest to take them out and finally he relented.  He couldn't keep them out of the tree though!

These mischievous girls are great fun. They kept hassling the priest to take them out and finally he relented. He couldn’t keep them out of the tree though!

 

The remotest place on Earth!

It may seem a little extreme to make this claim of somewhere like Adola and yet at times it can seem a little like that.

Every so often there is a news report or documentary about someone giving up technology and exploring how they cope.  In these cases, of course the people have made that choice.  Now it may of course be argued that I did make a choice by coming here.

I wouldn’t want to imply that I never have access to technology – clearly being able to put up this blog is a clear indicator that I do and for most of my time here that has been the case.

Adola remains the beautiful town it has always been – lush green hills spreading out as far as the eye can see and filled with friendly and welcoming locals.  I still consider myself lucky to have had the opportunity to come and work – most days!

Yet there are some days where life becomes a little challenging and which have shown that I clearly have an addiction to technology.   When the power goes, which is a fairly regular occurrence, I can at least last for a short while on battery; the tricky part comes with cooking.  Naturally at times like this the electric stove is just a useless kitchen decoration.  The kindly supplied kerosene stove (from VSO) is useless as there is no kerosene available so out comes the charcoal stove and the chance to prove my manly fire-making skills.  I clearly still need some practice!  However, with perseverance I have discovered that I am able to get it going.  It takes a long time, so if there is an alternative- such as the trip a couple of kilometres to a restaurant- I must confess to taking that option.

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The charcoal burner – starting to glow after much fanning

The Ethiopian power company is also a bit of a tease.  Imagine the situation.  You have prepared the food you plan to cook and the moment you are about to start the power goes out.  Following a brief period cursing the power suppliers and hoping for the power to miraculously return you finally decide there is no alternative but to break out the charcoal.  You collect all the bits together – crumpled up paper to start the fire, a few sticks to catch light first and then the charcoal.  You light a match, the wind blows it out, you light another – repeat.  After two boxes of matches the paper is finally alight and you switch between blowing on the budding fire and fanning it with a convenient bit of cardboard.   If your luck holds the fire catches to the wood (otherwise it’s back to the start) and after several minutes of fanning and blowing you may begin to see the charcoal glow.    More energetic fanning and blowing and the heat eventually gets to the point where you can start cooking- generally this take about an hour.  Following a whoop for joy you collect all your prepared materials together and at that point – the power comes back.  I kid you not that that has happened almost every time I have managed to get the charcoal fire started!   It’s tempting to just cook with the charcoal anyway, but I have returned to the electric, while keeping the charcoal going, just in case!

The challenge of power aside, the thing that is particularly tough is when the network goes off.  Sometimes this is in concert with the power at other times just all by itself, but it is at these moments that the isolation of Adola really comes clear.   Suddenly the world seems much further away and I have no idea what is going on.  Being the only volunteer here makes that seem all the more difficult- there is no one to communicate with in clear English – the staff at the college are great and try hard, but English doesn’t come easy for them and I have struggled to learn the local languages to a sufficient degree to communicate.  These are the times when I realise how isolated I am especially when several days pass in this manner.

Glowing nicely- this is the point that the power comes on normally!

Glowing nicely- this is the point that the power comes on normally!

As I have said before, water was delivered to the college by donkey and cart.  I was surprised how little I found this difficult.  I enjoyed the novelty and as long as I remembered to put out the jerry cans they would be filled and waiting for me by lunchtime.  In January of this year there was great excitement when the college was connected to the mains supply from the town.  The staff had been asking for this the whole time.  However, the charm soon passed and I suspect there were people other than myself who began to become nostalgic for former days of donkey and cart.  Now the water is turned off for several days on end and the lack of reliability means that the college accommodation for students still can’t be used.  Finally I have felt the pinch of water shortage at one point running out – fortunately I was able to track down someone to fetch a jerry can of water for me- at a premium price!

Rather bizarrely the only place I can get water from is the shower!  So I am still filling buckets and jerry cans to do everything – and making sure I keep up a good supply when the water is flowing.

Somehow I have survived, but there have been times when the lack of one or all of these has certainly made me appreciate the challenge of living in rural Ethiopia.  There will be many things I miss when I leave, but those mentioned here won’t be among them.