The train for the Wa Fire-wood Alternative Project TAKES OFF!!

The 4-unit Briq-a-lizer ... our first model

Danny & I working on our first briquette pellet with our first briquette-maker

One of the various briquette types we did that day with the machine

En route to Aburi

It’s 4:00am … Sunday.

I’m sitting on the floor by my bed, peering through my glasses at the pictures and notes scattered in front of me containing the details and progress markers of the Wa firewood-alternative project I have been working on since last year… thinking through the rudiments, necessities, costs to be covered, and the time limitations.

My 3-year old son lies muttering to himself on the bed, deep in sleep … I wish that was me. He laughs in his sleep … I frown darkly at him … is he laughing at me? Did he read my thoughts by some surreal, supernatural means through his dreams?

It’s 4:00am … I can’t sleep. My little project of 5 to 10 women to start with, just swelled into 3 communities … COMMUNITIES, two of them more than 500 kilometres apart. What to do? How to handle? I can’t help but feel overwhelmed at the sudden growth of this project. I tell myself, perhaps it’s all the usual Ghanaian noise-making … I will get there and meet only 5 – 10 women actually willing to walk the walk and not just talk. But what it that is not the case, the other me asks …

The last phone call from Yargpelle carried all the excitement of this upcoming training with it … I peeked at myself in the mirror facing the bed. The room was dusky, and in the light of the bed-side reading lamp, all that showed prominently in the mirror were my glasses … reflecting what? Hope? Determination? Resilience and Persistence? Sigh …

This past week, I have been to Aburi a few times, keeping track of the design for the briquette-maker(s). Time is short, I have little to spare with the vacation over … Danny Quaynor (of Design Niche, engineer-creative designer with a passion for appropriate technology as much as metal-work designing) has been very patient and understanding with me, of me. He has turned up ideas and produced them in actual, working designs quicker than I could have hoped … but as quick as I needed. He understands, miraculously … how well and yet quickly we need to work on this.

Our focus – designing AND producing briquette-makers for use in Ghana; with affordable, available, accessible, rudimentary, durable materials, looking out for ease and flow of design, good end-result of product (briquette pellets), etc.

On my first trip, I accessed the local ‘materials’ available in Wa, and our preparations are therefore utilizing animal poop, household biodegradeable waste, plant waste (leaves, weeds, post-harvest residues, etc) … which is mostly what the women will find easily and in large quantities to use for this green charcoal.

They are skeptical about how these overly common, disregarded things can actually be turned into coal/fuel for them … cannot believe it is true that will very little, so much can be gained by them … I can imagine them saying “You lying … what!” to the propagators of the training in their communities.

For people whose social status, daily lives, health, incomes are defined by how much firewood they can gain, find, sell, use … getting to know about other such fuel alternatives is like the average Accra socialite being told, “Here … for every organic product you buy at your local supermarket, we ‘dash’ you half the price of that product … free.” … It makes no sense, and you don’t see what the catch is, or how … but in both scenarios, you are probably only being given back what excess you yourself paid for without being aware of it.

You are being cajoled to go for the right thing, and you are rewarded for it by being given back what is really your right, which other services or products have been holding back from you for so long you have now absolutely no idea it was your right … until now.

So here I am, and here is Danny … and we’re preparing, preparing, preparing (See ALL the pictures of these trips, trials of the machinery, the resultant briquettes, etc at http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=490726360996&set=a.432593560996.235017.561970996

Or : http://www.facebook.com/album.php?fbid=432593560996&id=561970996&aid=235017)

How did I get the poop? And how will we be getting more poop for our commercial-scale productions here in town and other locations in Ghana? I know you’re curious, because my sister sure bugged me to share it! :)

Okay, so I was due at Danny’sin Aburi on Friday morning for the testing, and I had a funeral on Thursday and other appointments to sort out … what to do? Shrug … just do it (says Nike) … so I did!

So, here I was … Thursday morning … in my sharp black pencil skirt, belted-up chic blouse, fresh shoes, hair all done up, looking like I had a meeting with Obama … looking for poop at the Jamestown beach-side slaughter-house in Accra.

I had swung by the beach right after the funeral in Adabraka, and drove up to the entrance, where two typical hard-core Ga guys sat assessing me and the car. I got out and strutted over, and let drop my best typical raw, hardcore Ga … “I want poop,” I said. “Fresh one.”

They looked at me like … “Whattthhheeefuuuccckk” … I repeated myself.

They were now sure that the lady spoke Ga, was not timid, and yes … was really looking for shit.

They said, “For real?” I said, “Like yesterday, mehn.”

They said no probs … we got goat poop … it’s all over, but not a lot cus we kill ‘em here … not rear ‘em. But if you want, we can gather up sacks and sack for you … so discussing it jovially, in nice, raw, hard Ga (I realised how much I missed my growing up days in that area at my Dad’s family house around Mamprobi, during this session) we talked business, and I joined them, bent over in my skirt, picking up … you guessed it! Glorious, fresh goat poop! Haha!

Talking to those guys was refreshing … we’ve got survivors in Ghana ooo!

So, big-ups to Nii Ankrah and his giant of a dude friend “Haggler” who helped me out … if you ever get to read this blog, you guys gon be my first first ever employees for the briquette-business, mehn! You were great, and customer service in the hoods … first-class. They didn’t ask for nothing, no money, no ID, no bitchiness, no rudeness … they helped purely and simply.

You don’t get that that nicely in those “first-class” thingies, you know.

So that’s how I got my poop!

And now, I need about 10 – 15  twenty-unit briq-alizers (the one in the pics is 4-unit … we will make the standard a 20-unit, and I need 15 of those) to train these communities …. BUT, I’m financing all this myself and it’s not easy , so I have ordered 2 to start with from Danny, might likely push it to 3.

That way I teach all of them, but leave the 3 models with a select number of them, and go back on subsequent trips to deliver the rest to other women showing promise …

I must consider cost of the machines, cost of the trip for the team (2-way trip), cost of accommodation, food, drink, cost of the vehicle renting to drive us around the communities, cost of fueling, cost of personnel helping (tips here and there) … and miscellaneous.

Give or take GH1200 to GH3000 will be spent before the project is over or halfway through.

I have some friends who have hinted at helping … may they do! But if not, once you promise to help … difficulty or no, you gotta!

I will be keeping y’all updated as usual as we set off.

I’m exhausted as heck, coordinating all this with my income-deriving jobs, school, motherhood … but as I always say … when I go to sleep at night, even when on a less-than-full tummy, I sleep peacefully. ‘Cus I know I have kept my word.

One love, people!

4:47 am

Sunday

23^rd Jan., 2011

Accra, Ghana.

When i went to Wa ... (Last Half of the account)

In the canoe on the Black Volta, approaching the bank, at Lawra

Uncle Dan and the 'gondolier-boy'  - on the Black Volta tributary, Lawra

So we arrived at Uncle Dan’s friend’s place. Francis.

Francis was to be our point of contact for the assessment for the firewood-alternative project.

He made a living by running a small bar and canteen in his compound, and I remember particularly liking the fact that the compound spread into a green green expanse of bushes, baobab and acacia trees which seemed to be 100 years old, and the little dirt road which connected to and from his village, Yargpelle. It was an unfenced compound which blended into an Eden-like surrounding … I felt at any moment, a waterfall would appear to my left, and butterflies would burst out on my right.

There were indeed, birds chirping and singing in the trees nearby, and every now and then, his chubby little puppies would waddle into the bushes and hide in there to gnaw a bone in peace.

It was around a small plastic table on this “compound” that we at and bared our hearts to each other.

I spoke of how all my life, I had never set foot in that part of my country, neither for work nor for pleasure, and most Ghanaians regard them as another country altogether, hardly bothering to learn about them and understand them …

… and how my NGO was often disturbed by news of firewood issues and scuffles amongst their people, knowing how it is their main source of fuel, and also the main cause of deforestation, a situation already making mince-meat of the existence of their brothers and sisters in the other Upper and Northern regions.

I and my assistant were there to lay the foundations for training the women and interested individuals in making briquettes to replace the firewood, and also to give them a source of income because it could easily become a commercial venture to anyone determined enough.

Francis, our host, thanked us, and said his friend and brother, the prince of Tuori, a neighbouring village would speak on their behalf as ‘most worthy’ … Prince Joshua, a.k.a God (indeed they know him more as God than Joshua) .

God told us how his women wake up at dawn each day, and leave home by 5am, out to look for pieces of wood, twigs, and burnable plant life and materials. If they are very very lucky, they will get a log of two.

I cut in and ask, but this place is very green and has quite a number of small trees. What has stopped them from plucking a branch here and there?

God replied, no one is allowed to simply wander onto someone else’s compound or land and pluck off branches or cut trees, no matter if it’s a vast unwalled field. The penalty is dire.

You can only pick twigs on the boundaries, or in the gutters, or on government lands, but even then no one is allowed to cut the trees on said property.

Some people have to resort to cut a tree or 2 on their own compounds or properties in the leanest periods, or for money … but any idiot can see that the trees are diminishing, and there is higher and higher demand for firewood.

So, he concluded, they leave at dawn and usually arrive late morning with whatever they found, and come and cook, farm, tend to the house.

He also told us how pito-brewing also consumed a lot of firewood, and how the wealthiest people were pito-brewers because it sold very well amongst the people. He mentioned that very often, most women sold the best finds of firewood and logs to pito-brewers, because they needed the money more … and that the situation was getting bad.

We then told him how briquettes work, and together we decided on January 2011 as the best time for the training to be given the women, because it would be just after the harvesting period, and the women would be idle and mostly jobless, there would be a lot of post-harvest leftover to use for briquette combinations with cow dung, animal droppings, food peelings, etc. and the atmosphere would be ideal for the training.

In a recent telephone conversation, he has asked me to take one more trip there in November/December to see the women in the village and ascertain the training location before January … things are not easy for them.

In some chit-chat which followed later, we asked him if there was anything else they needed, so we could see if we could help, and he said, “Clay-mining. It’s killing the people. It’s so dangerous, and I lost one of my mothers (his father, the king, has several wives) to it.”

How?

Well, he said. There was a part of the Black Volta tributary which runs through Lawra nearby, where the people extract clay and use for pottery and pito-containers, gourds for chilling water and drinks, keeping food cool, etc. Selling the clay and/or the pottery also brings good income, so most of the women take to it as well.

The thing about it though, was that the clay layer was several feet underneath the top sandy layer, so the miners often dug little rabbit-like holes into the earth to extract the clay.

These rabbit-holes often lead further and further under the superficial loose layer of soil, and many a time, it comes crashing down for lack of support and stability –which would be impossible in that kind of situation. And because the miner is often a woman, and often jammed into the narrow tunnel with no turning space, much more enough air to breathe, if the weight of soil which comes crashing down is very heavy, they suffocate to death or are crushed and choked to death, especially if unable to be pulled out in time.

It was such a crash which killed his ‘mother’, and he is always worried about the fatality of the job.

But due to the amount of money it brings them, they will never stop.

Can we get a machine which will be able to do the drilling beneath the top layer to the clay and get it out for the women?

Sure, there are machines like that, and if not, one can always be fashioned in some of the ingenious metal workshops in Ghana, we say … but how do you power it there at the bank of the tributary, and how reliable is the power (electricity) supply to that part, we ask.

Power it? He asked. And shook his head with a smile.

Do you have good supply of power in Tuori?

Well, things are normal there … we have no electricity, he says easily.

And as our jaws hung wide open, he rested his case with a swig of his Guiness. Drowning his frustrations in drink? No, he’s being Michael Power – strong.dark.powerful.

Gooodammmit! Politics is something, ain’t it?

Whatever happened to honour, keeping your word, seeing to the priorities of your people?

Why were there not factories, processing industries, lively tourist industry, service providers offices, culture and heritage vending supermarkets, several ventures scattered throughout the region?

The people I met in Wa, Jirakpa, Lambussie, Lawra, Tomblibli, Bebli, etc … are very hardworking people. They do not even see themselves to be poor … all they know is that life is hard, and they are suffering with inadequate/complete absence of transportation, insufficient meals, enough money to cater to their health and physical needs, etc.

They are beautiful people, and astonishingly very honest – I have been told of how if you leave something lying somewhere, you are most likely to come back and see it still there, how the Fulanis often infiltrate them, rape their girls and women, steal their livestock and agric, mess up things, and create a bad environment for them.

They speak very very good English, and speak it with a fascinating lilt.

They are fluent in more than 2 other local Ghanaian languages, and are very resilient.

When our crew drove down to Lawra, after our meeting with God, Joshua and co, we passed by the Black Volta tributary (Lawra), and met a canoe returning a woman and her baby to shore.

She had gone over to the “French” (Burkina Faso) side of the tributary for firewood, as most of the women did too, and had returned empty-handed.

The first thing she did when the canoe struck land, was hop down into the water, scoop some up with the calabash she held in hand, and give it tenderly to her months-old baby … who drank it, and she tipped the rest into her own mouth.

The water was brown, very very unclean!

But that was and is their life … is this a great divide or what?

Especially to think that I would stand in some fancy supermarket back in Accra, and bitch about a bottle of sparkling water not being cold enough, giving the shop attendant stress about it, especially since the 0.30p markup on the price out to account for well-chilled water, innit?

I was ashamed and disgusted with myself … ashamed and disgusted that this beautiful district and town, with its surrounding villages was so neglected, its large potential for tourism (it is soooo beautiful) is also ignored.

I still wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad … and when I go back to train them in January 2011, it is with the hope and intention that I would contribute more than a widow’s mite to their development and betterment.

The Okyeame network of Ghana has donated GH800 cedis so far to the project, and some of their members have pledged a bit more … if you wish to donate something, anything for this training, you’ll be much appreciated.

If you wish to volunteer physically to this project and come along with me to train the women, send me a message or call me … and I will give you the terms and conditions.

Either ways … I’m doing this.

When i went to Wa ...

On the Black Volta tributary at Lawra (Wa)

A pregnant woman, carrying her firewood find of the day

This has been a long time coming ... the report about what i saw, felt, went through when my not-for-profit took a tip to Wa.
Darn right, it's 3 weeks late! I'm not sorry about that ... i cherished the memories, and held on to it for as long as possible, unwilling to share it with y'all ... for fear the magic and potency will be watered down, then slowly vanish into nothingness.

Am i wacko? Sometimes. So what? I'm liberated. Hehe!!

I had been pining to go up there for a long time, but I was unsure where to start from ... i mean aren't they another country all together? Aren't they so neglected, their foreign aid so squandered and misused by their own political reps, their way of life so retro and impoverished, compared to the rest of the country?

They flock into town, and all we do is make sure the rift which left them hapless, abandoned, frustrated, stuck in a rut ... is still maintained ... so they resort to being porters and 'watchmen', stone-hearted criminals and walking time-bombs riding on motorbikes, with matchets in hand ... blood boiling red-hot in their hearts.

I went up there to see where they come from, and how they come ... where did i start?
From Wa.

Wa ... a green patch in a dustbowl.
Mehn, their shit is tight!

The place is gorgeous ... we went in September (16 - 18th) and it was in the wet season, so it was even more green and gorgeous. 
See the pictures here : http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=235017&id=561970996


It is more beautiful than Accra, it has vast swathes of land, has beautiful people, and some amazing tourist spots like the Hippo Sanctuary (a little out of Wa) and the Black Volta tributary at Lawra.
It is full of green places, vast parks and unused lands, good roads linking up everywhere, and trees.

I left town with an OA bus at 10pm from the Circle station, and we travelled through the night, stopping 4 times for passengers to see to their needs. We got to Wa at about 7 am next day, and the arrival spot was right around the Wa-Na's palace.

Unfortunately, that palace is also prey to a terrible chieftaincy dispute, so there are 2 factions fighting over it, and at the time we were in town, the palace had been shut down and declared off-limits, patrolled 24/7 by soldiers, and no photographs allowed to be taken. (we managed to take long-distance ones from the bus though ... what? It's our heritage too!)
We were surprised to hear that apart from the Yaa-Na's brutal murder and consequent chieftaincy dispute, the Wa-Na also had one raging, its public limelight stolen by the Yaa'Na's.
It's unfortunate, and i hope these both are resolved very soon, and very well.

We made our way by taxi to our host's office, Mr. T, and he sent us off promptly to our gest house, just 10 minutes away. We bathed, took a light meal, then hopped into the loaned 4-Wheeler our host lent us ... filled it with fuel, and headed off.

Uncle Dan was our older brother, guide and chauffeur through our 2 day assessment stay in Wa.
He made a few calls and told us he was sending us to see a friend near Yargpelle near WA, for us to talk to him about the real situation on the ground for fuel sources for the people in that district.

Mind you, we were there to assess and prepare for a firewood alternative programme for the people ... since this was one of the major problems they faced ... hiking several kilometres a day for firewood, having little or no electricity in some locations, living hard, impoverished lives, and having no jobs and sources of employment.

So off he cruises, and shortly slows to a halt.
"I have to call a police friend of mine," he says.
"Why?"
"Well, we need a police escort or two, because the route we are about to use is notorious for angry attacks by soime irate youth, and they can brutalize, vandalise, and kill us ...so let me just pass by the market and buy some yams for him, and he'll escort us to Yargpelle."
He says this calmly ... and we can only nod ... our mouths were too dry. With fear and excitement!
Here in Ghana, we're about to see a live movie? Idiot! This is dangerous, you know. Eeeek! But still .... wow!

Okay, adrenaline down ... Uncle Dan, isn't there a way their woes can be addressed?
He shrugs ... they stripped a policeman guarding a Metro Mass bus naked and ordered him to walk 15 kilometres to the nearest town as their nicest gesture ... you care to try it? I don't, he says.

Ooooo boy! Excited!
So we head on, and he makes a few more calls, and whaddayaknow? ... he says the friend we are going to see has just alerted him to another route to use which is safer, so ... whew! ... no more need for police escorts.
Aaaaaawww, shucks! Hehehe.

We got on the highway, and I wished we'd never stop driving ... small dams, little lakes, green stretch upon green stretch, a small airstrip, a large stadium, miles and miles of millet, wheat, corn, and groundnuts ... it was mind-boggling.

So. why.do.the.people.all.migrate.down.bloody.choked.South. to Accra and its hell?
I would stay here anyday ... scrreeech to a halt the swinging music in my head. ... aaaah, if I get a job that can cover my life's expenses.
So that was godammn it!
The only reason these people leave their homes (in Wa, I'm yet to travel to other districts in the Upper and Northern Regions which are more dry and un-green that Wa and find out their problems) and come and endure street life, rape, murder, hunger, teenage pregnancy, and all sorts of hell in Accra ... is because there are not hardly enough sources of employment and income for them.

All the foreign aid, the donors ... all that junk about the North and Upper regions being fed money to develop them ... and all the popular ministers in parliament ... and this ... THIS is still a problem?!

I was choking .... Uncle Dan, this is outrageous!
I was very quiet for the rest of our journey, mulling the senselessness of the whole thing in my Einstein head ... solutions? Solutions? Solutions?
"I wanna be a billionare, sooo freaking bad ... buy all of the things I never had" kept playing in my head ... only this time, I did not want to be on the cover of Forbes magazine, or be by Oprah or other gunk.
I wanted to be a billionare so freaking bad to help this people ... swoom into town and change things overnight for thebetter ... train the people, chage mindsets ... generate a new generation of people to run and propagate this change ... actualise the top-notch potentials glaringly residual in most of our people who are still romantics in a world of canker and gracelessness.

I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad ... i sang as i watched the magnificent baobabs swing by through the car window, watched the fields of agric, saw several groups of women nd children shuffling along the ears of the road with precious finds of firewood, tattered clothes, lean faces, dead eyes, and ... crushed my heart.

We finally got to Uncle Dan's friend's place.
He was called Francis, one of the heads of Yargpelle, and sitting with him was his best friend, Prince Joshua of Tuori, another village close by ... soon they were joined by another friend, a lecturer at Univ of Development Studies in Wa.

Their story was memorable ... I shall share it in Part 2.
Stay tuned.

But the ruling generation, the one before them, and the generation about to come into power has a lot to pay for, to explain, to make right.
Someone's got to pay for this mess ... and someone's got to turn the tides.

Or we're toast.

Earth Words how did it go? & Paper bags back in town?

I'm sitting here at Busyinternet, Circle, typing up this update with gusto! My internet's not happened for near one week now ... don't ask. This is Ghana.

Kiss my teeth. Aren't we sick and tired of hearing that now? This is Ghana, where heroes and heroines abound, but shit happens every day. What do you know? I'm sitting in one at the moment!

My internet is out. Lecturers are on strike though our full fees are paid. I'm having to live on a very stict budget all of a sudden. My best friends are still out of the country. My big sister and muse, Bibie is also outta town ... I'm not having a very good phase right now. I love it.

EARTH WORDS!
It went beautifully! I thank Maame Aba of Daixy's blog and her lovely friends for coming on time, and staying through ... they couldn't have left, they enjoyed it too much. :)
I thank all my friends who came out of the will and desire to be part of an enviromental difference of an artistic event, and came to share the afternoon and evening with me.
I thank the people who promised to come, and ACTUALLY did.
Some people promised and did a fantastic no-show ... some simply could not be bothered to come and see it, I understand ... they're not freaks, they're real.
Ok, ok, so i can't help being sarcastic ... i just wish more of you would actually come have fun at these gatehreings which happen for free, or cost as little ad GH5 cedis, but which cost us an arm and a leg in cash to put together, and so much more in energy, passion, and emotion.

Some pictures of the event at this link (not many, but you'll get the pro ones soon!) will be linked here soon ... forgive me, i just can't find the link at the moment.
Perhaps you'd like to visit Bibie's (Bibie Brew) page on Facebook and see the pictures there ... no, don't ask to be her friend and expect a yes if she doesn't know you, you baby! But if you do locate her page, simply look out for Earth Words stuff and have fun in there .... looking through. :)

But quite a number of people did make it, and I'm grteful ... I went home and cried tears of joy. It was such a profound moment for me, and the energy and adrenaline, then the fatigue of the past few weeks totally crushed no me, and I cried for hours, curled up in bed.

My family didn't come as well, which made it more painful ... though my brother's girlfriend did and gave me one good moment. She didn't have to, especially since my brother ws sleeping it off at home, but she DID. Thanks, Jacque. You're a queen.

Bibie was a monument of bliss for me ...!
I thought I was the crazy free spirit who still run her days like a battle-plan, focused on each and every detail of her work schedules, lived on strict personal philosophies, spoke bluntly and freely, and loved with all her heart (and also told every idiot off with all her heart) ... I just found out that Bibie is actually me a few years down the line.
It's like i visited the future and saw myself ... and dang! I like it!
I love the woman who started out as my collaborator for Earth Words, and grew into my soul sister, my sister, and myself out of myself.
If you're in France over the next 2 months, ask anyone about BB Brew and where next she's performing on her 2010 Tour, and they'll gush all over till you beg them to stop.
She's a siren, a diva, a warm angel ... and they adore her in France!For good reason.
She made Earth Words possible too!

For now, I am working on my Wa firewood-alternative project ... due back there for the training in 2 months.
Oh eeek! I haven't put up the update on that trip yet, have i? Oh nooo! Even our close call with a police escort and alll? Hell, no ... Ididn't just have a senior (forgetful) moment on you!
Ok, will pt it up tomorrow, how about that? Never too late ... :-)

And another thing, during the lively, intersting forum we had on Earth Words, a colleague blogger suggested insisting on paper bags everytime we shop, as he is doing personally.
Several of us wondered how many people have paper bags to pack customer's stuff in after shopping ... and I was too. Surprise surprise!!

I was at the Mayan Book shop in East Legon (my favourite book shop for good books, classicals, etc) last 2 weeks, and the Kingdom Books and Stationaery Swan Lake Osu branch (the new one) ... and was SO HAPPY when they packed all my purchases in BEAUTIFUL paper bags for me!!!

Yes, people ... demnding and demanding does bring ears up. I was so happy I couldnt stop grinning ... the sales lady must have thought I have never been to Accra before, seeing as I was smiling so much about her putting my stuff in a paper bag!
If she only knew how happy it made me feel, seeing how mny less plastic bags would be let free in the environment with ALL THOSE BEAUTIFUL PAPER BAAAAAAGS!!!

Well, so pass by those places sometime, and buy something and ... lets encourage the other service providers to do same ... even encourage clients to have cloth bags, so we dont go back to cutting down all the trees for paper!

Well, lovies, I'm out, enjoy the pictures, and I'll be back soon with the Wa update.
Stay green and happy!

EARTH WORDS 2010 & Pictures of Our Firewood-Alternative Programme (Wa Chapter)

Time is flying by like the wind!
Next thing I know, I'm burping my 10th grandbaby on my shoulder!


You all know the coming weekend is the day of my NGO's annual Green (Renewable & Sustainability) event - for publicising to and mass educating the general public here in Ghana on Renewable Energy and Sustainable alternatives for energy, fuel, income, employment ... and also ways to protect the environment and harness a bright future for the little ones for whom we are working so hard (and building large egg-nests)!


So it's this weekend, 2nd October ... 3pm - 8pm, at the New Morning Arts Cafe Theatre in Tesano, Accra.
Here's the flier:

And here is the poster:

Please do spread the word ... we need as many eager and interested phenomenal people there, as can be possible.


We're going to have stage drama about our relationship with the earth, Spoken Word (poetry) by one of our best poets - DK Osei-Yaw, a pantomime on Sustainability & the Earth, live music of all genres, interactive moments with the audience whereby they ask anything and everything and get answered by the visiting Resource person on Environmental and Renewable Energy issues, and of course, lively moments where I and Bibie talk with the audience about issues as well!!


Tell your people in town ... they better book the date, mehn!


And for the whole story on my Wa trip, stay tuned ... but because I know y'all can't wait for the pictures, here it is! http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=235017&id=561970996&l=d7ba7e380e


And this one is for Earth Words pictures : 
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=205418&id=561970996&l=27c25430a9


See the number on the flier and poster?
Ring it up if you want to get tickets or reserve seats, or want make enquiries concerning the programme.


Spread the word, and enjoy the pictures!


xxx