First. Let me apologize for missing the blog post yesterday. As you know, sometimes schedules just get complex , and when it comes to Internet, food, and sleep, sometimes we only get to pick two. Also, I apologize for the paucity of good photos. We just have not had much time to wander the villages and see joyful faces. But… I do have a few…
So, a quick catchup.
We left Tamale after picking up two friends who had travelled down from Burkina Faso. They live in an area that is predominately Fulani, a nomadic tribe of millions that spans the Sahel region. They were joining us to participate in the training and bring some of the equipment back up to near Ouagadougou, where they live.
Ray was happy to have me take the wheel and drove to Yendi and then turn North up through Zamashegu and on to Gushigu. Like the previous evening, the traffic in Tamale was impossible. Fortunately, we had downloaded an off-line map and rather than drive straight into the yellow yellow crash derby in the center of town, Beth called out directions from the back and I zigzagged through side streets dodging donkey carts, bicycles, motos, and kids playing. At noon, near the equator, the overhead sun provided no assistance for dead reckoning though the labyrinth. While I didn’t really expect a Minotaur, it is Africa, and I continue to be surprised.
“Are we heading East? We should pass a mosque and then a clinic, right?”
The main road out of Tamale seemed so smooth and easy after emerging from the congestion. I sped up and started weaving around the bicycles and 3-wheeled “motokings”. The relatively new road felt like the Autobahn in comparison. Within about 30 minutes, everyone was nodding in and out of sleep except the Fulani, who only spoke Fulfulde and French. Ray’s CD player in the truck was broken. So, I pondered life, Africa, my family, quantum computing (seriously, why is everyone so enamored with it?), potholes, the size of the planet, the cost of a 12 hour bus fare from Accra to Tamale, the wonders of Gatorade when it is 106, and spent some time in prayer.
A typical meal of white rice, a piece of chicken, and some spicy tomato stew.“Banku”, a fermented corn grain.
By about 3:00 it was time for lunch. Rice is a common staple, but of course not grown around here. Yams. plantains. and cassava are the local starches. Banku, or fermented maize is a popular, gooey, slightly sour dough that is dipped in hot soup. It is an acquired taste :-)
In the evening after dark, we headed out into a small village about an hour north and into the bush. The town was quiet. In the far distance a few animals made themselves know, but the air was cool and peaceful. We were visiting a small church in the village, and several of Ray’s staff started setting up the screen for the evening movie — an African written and produced set of short movies called “Walking with Jesus”. The village was primarily Dagomba, and we were greeted by from the church and the curious from around town, who followed the music of a local choir that Beth and I had recorded a few years prior.
The town had one or two overhead lights that cast a yellow glow across the dirt plaza outside the church.
A new friendPutting up the screen
After the movie ended, and most of the tired babies and young children were carried, asleep in their mothers arms back to their homes, we stood under the stars and sang. The dust had finally settled, and in the cool air the majesty of the stars spread from horizon to horizon. Wow.
Most of the next day we spent working on the tech that the five motorcycle pastors use as they meet and teach people across northern Ghana. However we also had a chance to drop in on the local watering hole. In the dry season, the rivers stop and the lakes grow smaller each day. The water from the main mud pit is used primarily for washing clothes and construction. To gather drinking water, deep vertical shafts are dug so water can seep up. It is still dirty, but there is a treatment folks buy in town to clean the water, settle out the dirt and make it drinkable. OneWay distributes water filters to the most remote communities where chemical treatments are not practical.
A young boy fetches water from one of the dozens of holes around the muddy lakeA mother and child await the bucket of water.
In a month, I’m running a workshop on 5G in Chicago for the DOE. Here in Ghana, there are times the real question is do we have 2G? However 2G is so slow, it is nearly impossible to do anything except WhatsApp — it is why it has taken over the world as the messaging of first resort wherever you live.
Anyway… sorry for the delay.
We wrapped up our training and meetings in Gushiegu and headed back toward Tamale. We made a brief stop in Zamashegu, the Komba village where we started our first audio recordings back in 2013. Our friends have been so patient, teaching us the local customs, traditions, and music of northern Ghana.
A Traditional Home in Ghana. Stones hold up the cooking pot, a hollow log and hammer for mashing cassava and grains, and a small pig hut.Too shy to come out for a photo, but smiling on the inside :-)The beautiful mother, with handmade jewelry and magnificent scarf.
Hospitality is part of the culture here in Ghana. We are always greeted with “You’re Welcome”, and a handshake. Women often bow slightly. When we walk toward someone’s home, they rush toward us and take our bags. A guest should not lug gear on their back or in their arms into someone’s home – how rude! Once inside and seated, formal introductions begin and water bags, stacked on a tray are served.
1/2 Liter water bag — how most people who can afford clean water get it.
Ray has injured his foot and cannot drive. I’m happy to help, but there are times that crowded roundabouts are a bit challenging :-) as we drove through Tamale, we stopped to visit Becky, Silvia, and Sarah, the women who run the Colwod Batik store out of a shipping container in a parking lot between buildings.
Colwod is a ministry helping provide for women in need. They handmake all their fabrics and have sewn dresses and shirts for us. We purchased a few souvenirs to support their work and our friends back home and then continued on to Buipe.
Africa, Beth, and JoshG
Here, we will be start recording people from the Gonja tribe. We look forward to hearing the local songs of the church choirs. We will be starting our work soon, so more later….
The metal screens have some holes. Fortunately, a little nylon line and some creative anchors, and we are safe.
Ok… more later… I found a way to get Net by driving to a nearby town. So maybe another post sooner rather than later.
It’s hard to know where to begin. It is 2:00am here in Ghana, and my head is swimming and every part of me is a mix of salty and sticky. The guest house room would be dark except for my laptop screen and the eerie pulsating glow of blue, amber, and green LEDs all shouting that they are happy to be charging the lithium batteries in the GoPro, drone, camera, gimble, and battery banks. The last two days have been exhausting and exhilarating. I’ll wind the clock back a bit and catch everyone up.
Yesterday evening, right before golden hour, Joshua G, Joshua B, Beth, and I drove 40 minutes away to a small river town to gather some photos and enjoy the scenery. We weaved through two police barricades and politely waved to the soldiers with guns. It’s not a good idea to be driving alone in this more remote area of Ghana late in the evening. A driver might encounter an unofficial roadblock — which can be less pleasant than a grin and a wave. Our plan was to return by 6:30.
Our first stop was a large toll bridge spanning the White Volta river. For 20 cents we passed across the bridge and did some safari driving down the terrain to reach a broad, flat rocky shoreline. It provided a great place to launch the drone and get some video of local fisherman. The river provides food, water, and transportation. Unfortunately, it is often a sewer as well. Chicago and its river, thousands of miles northwest are not so dissimilar in this regard.
The Harmattan was still filling the entire sky with a faint orange haze. The effect was that of an overcast day without crisp shadows. Adding to the natural dust hanging in the air is the smoke from fires. The underbrush is often burned in the dry season. Several reasons are given. First, it drives natural game animals from hiding. Hunters using traditional weapons wait for their prey to emerge. Another reason given is the fear of snakes. Walking routes that have tall grasses can be of serious concern. Finally, the tan and brown grasses are burned to clear the ground for planting. We have come across four or five grass fires on this trip. It can be a bit of a shock to round a corner and see flames blowing your way. Quickly scanning the area, however, I realize that none of the Ghanaians seem concerned, and so we just keep walking.
The river is broad and muddy. Staring in the still water I can see 2 or 3 inches through the brown water and a minnow or two darting around. Looking back up the banks, I can only imagine how the river rages during the rainy season. The banks in the photo below are probably completely underwater.
A local fisherman, with a broad smile and kind face walks over to us to greet us. I extend my hand and we welcome each other. “You don’t see any fishing now, because they go out in the very early morning and in the evening.” He describes a sandbar where the water is only 6” deep. As the dry season wears on, the shrinking river provides shallow areas where the fish are driven into nets. Our fisherman is proud of his new boat, and indeed looking at the flotilla of sunken craft he does seem to have a particularly good ride. After setting up the drone for a short test flight, our new friend offers to go out into the river and paddle, so we can film him. We are both grinning at each other. He is happy to demonstrate his boat and skills, and we are excited to get some video. “Would you like to ride?”. Hmmm… now that is a great question. I wonder if he has a Coast Guard approved PFD for one of us to wear? Since we are shooting some video, we decide that it would be much better to let him paddle solo, which he does with skill and strength.
The movie below includes some of the drone clips I edited together.
Click to Play: Drone video of fisherman (no sound)
The Market
Hollywood loves the rich colors and exotic spices of an African marketplace. It is an ideal setting for an exciting chase scene with overturned tables, angry shop keepers, and colorful wares. Indiana Jones frantically runs through a market filled with patterned rugs, neatly dressed Africans, and large baskets to search for his girlfriend. Aladdin and the princess enjoy a marketplace getaway in Disney’s new retelling of the tale. Yet even without a chase scene, a real African marketplace is an explosion of color, activity, and rich smells. I could spend pages of text trying to describe the experience. In this area of Ghana, the once or twice a week market is where nearly all goods are sold. Yes, there are a few roadside shops, but they focus on small consumables – water, mobile phone credits, rice, gasoline, street food. The marketplace is where pigs and sheep are bought and sold, clothes purchased, and every kind of farm-fresh food and colorful houseware available.
A somewhat sly photo…
We are exploring the marketplace just to take in the vibrant colors, textures, and at times pungent odors. If only we had time to barter for some hand-woven scarfs or blankets. Wow.
Small children walk around the marketplace with snack trays balanced on their head. Two adorably cute kids froze when they saw us. Their eyes popped open in amazement. Tiny faces flash fear, apprehension, then delight as I grin and wink at them. After a bit of encouragement, they paused for a photo – fruit in front and ginger shyly behind.
Fresh foods, spices, colorfully packaged candies and even carefully barbequed and seasoned dog are available at the market. It is a movable Walmart.
Beware the tail section of the dog, in the lower right. Definitely too chewy.
We slowly walked through the market with the video gimbal and then shot some drone video. If you would like a small glimpse of the market and a chance to experience a real African market, without Spielberg or Disney, watch the videos below.
Click to play: A walkthrough of the marketClick to Play: Drone video of market (no sound)
Audio Recording
The next morning, we prepared to begin the audio recordings. For a few minutes, maybe three, after the cold bucket shower and before finding my clothes hanging on our makeshift line spanning the room, my body is not struggling against the heat. But as soon as we emerge from our room and walk to get breakfast, I can feel the pavement, the walls, and the air beginning to warm in the early morning sun. This is not even the hottest or most uncomfortable time in Ghana. Yet it is brutal. I drink water mixed with Gatorade mix, and yet feel dehydrated all day, rarely needing to take a bio break. I seem to be inside an enormous dehydrator determined to slowly desiccate me. When I pause for a drink, I gulp down half a liter. Yet it somehow it is not enough.
We begin the morning with community health. In the Gonja language, our first speaker explains the signs, symptoms, and risk factors for Tuberculosis. We move on to AIDS, and later diabetes – or as it is translated to Gonja – Sugar Sickness.
Later in the afternoon, we hear church members retell their life-changing experiences after deciding to follow Christ. They are powerful and moving accounts.
Almost 500% for kernel task (800% for 4 dual-thread cores) of overheating.
However, by 1:00, the heat has started to take its toll on not just me, but the computers as well. While running the audio recording software I realize that 3/4ths of my CPUs are busy in a kernel task. Frustrated, I try to reboot, shut down system services, and prowl the process list looking for offenders. Finally, I get a bit of networking and do a Google search. It seems the MacBook idles processors when the CPU gets too warm. Essentially, my laptop has hit the Thermal Design Point – the maximum heat that can be dissipated before CPU cores are taken offline. Ugh. We begin a complex laptop swap. I set my laptop down and let it cool while I use Beth’s laptop. Then after a few more audio tracks, her laptop begins to slow and I switch back to mine. Finally, while shooting some iPhone video during a track my phone shuts down with a temperature warning across the screen. As I try and remove it from the case, to help it cool, I realize the phone is too hot to handle, so I have to lay it on the table, and with a bandanda, pry the leather cover off to help it cool.
Fortunately, we finished our recordings at the same time our equipment finished. We are going to need a better heat strategy. I’m light-headed and wilting as well. My new Aorta seems to be doing well, but the rest of me is done. Maybe we all had a bit of heat stroke — computers and people. Beth seems to be handling the heat well, and while I’m struggling with computers and the heat, she is enjoying getting to know the nurses and pastors. She has carefully organized the audio tracks, photos, and names of each person helping today. She is amazing. We make a good team. I get light headed and sweat, and she organizes and plans.
After we break for a late lunch, we cool off in our rooms and pass out for an hour.
Choir!
I’ll have to admit, that as we began to pack up at about 5:30 for a drive to a local church, my body lacked energy. I drove us across town to a small church, where the choir began to trickle in as we plugged in cables, ran power cords, and set up tripods.
Song sheet
My spirit changed, however, as soon as the choir started singing. Wow. Hearing the beautiful Gonja voices, raised in praise, brought me back to life. Track after track, their original songs filled the harshly lit florescent space of the church.
Faith is the brother of Moses, the choir leader
The lighting for the video below is poor. Please see past the acoustics of a tin roof, cement floor, and the glaring lights. See their joy. It was near the end of their session, about 13 tracks in all, when they decided to start dancing while they sang. I just happened to have the iPhone running. It is 8 minutes long, longer than our modern attentions spans. Longer than a twitter rant, but this kind of video is joy, and well worth the watch. About 2 minutes from the end they really have fun. Wow. It took a lot of bandwidth at the roadside, under a cell tower. Enjoy!
We have had a spectacular couple of days, but I’ve been driving for Ray to help let his foot mend. It has worn me out. So I’m including a large photo gallery, and just providing descriptions. I’ll provide more info tomorrow. We are spending the night in Kumasi. Click the first image, the top left, and then use the arrow keys to advance.
Sunday morning we attended Church at The Evangelical Church of Ghana (ECG) in Buipe. Church in Ghana is not a quick “show and go” affair in Ghana. Women in brightly colored dresses, high heels, and scarfs carry kids on their laps or on their backs as they arrive on motobikes with husbands, brothers, and family members. A three hour service does not seem too long. There is singing, dancing, and the offering train – when people dance and shuffle their way to the front of the church for a chance to place a few bucks in the basket.
Yes, the music was loud, but more importantly, full of joy. I loved watching some of the folks we had met the other night when we recorded the choir, lead the congregation in song. So beautiful. Our voices echoed off the cement floor and tin roof.
Kids sat in their parents laps and moms held their nursing babies with one hand while shaking hands with us during the morning greeting. Ghana! Dietrich Bonhoeffer, who was inspired by the Gospel music of New York City would have been stunned speechless by West African praise music.
On the way out of town, after dropping JoshuaG and JoshuaB off at the toll bridge so they could get a ride back to their northern base cities, we drove south toward Kumasi and Accra.
But on the way out of town, Fati, Pastor Joseph’s wife wanted us to drive by their house for a final goodbye. When we got there, Fati was walking toward the car with lunch and food. Yams stuck out at odd angles from the large metal pan balanced on her head. After loading the enormous hard roots into the bed of the truck, we brought a hot bag of fried Guinea Fowl (tastier than chicken) into the truck. The whole truck suddenly smelled like an exotic restaurant, with the enticing scents of spices and meats filling our noses and tickling our hungry stomachs. Church dancing can work up a hunger!
I drove once again to give Ray another day of healing. So with one greasy hand holding a fried leg and also guiding the steering wheel, and the other shifting gears, we dodged potholes, speed bumps, motos, and passing cars as we traveled south.
We spent the night in Kumasi and then sped off at 6am to toward Accra. Ray was ready to drive, so I had a few minutes to futz with electronics, select music, and compute distances. Of course, we also talked :-) Ray has such a love for his fellow Africans. He pursues his ministry with a passion and endurance.
The next morning Beth and I did more training at the Philips Centre, the “base” for the growing number of young people who have made OneWay Africa their ministry. We hope some day, we can spend more time telling their story, but the plane is about to take off, and I’ve gotta shut down my laptop :-) Our last post will be tomorrow some time, when we arrive home and check in to let everyone know we survived!