Latest Action Plan

Having had a clarification meeting with Pauline and James, the original plan has indeed been revised and scaled down. Rather than paraphrase the latest plan of action, Ive simply cut and pasted it below:

Project Aims
The principal aim of the research proposal is to assess the potential for a Peer Assisted Learning environment focused on the adolescents currently excluded from education in the developing world; more specifically, the semi-rural town of Kasoa in Ghana.

The chosen theme reflects an uncompromising environment where cost, an absence of resources and a lack of material relevance often result in a low quality product and significant numbers of children being excluded from the formal learning domain; 21% of all Ghanaian children between the ages of 7-16 have never been to school (EFA, 2009).

The limitations of a traditional (EFA) approach to education delivery for the poor, based on a curriculum that ignores cultural context and relevant learning experiences have been acknowledged (Leadbetter and Wong, 2009; Tedla, 1995; Salia-Bao, 1989). However in view of the complexity of the research environment, it is considered neither feasible nor advisable (high risk) to introduce a radical step change into the Ghanaian classroom; such a strategy would in all probability, produce an unstable environment that is difficult to characterise, assess and sustain.

It is therefore proposed (subject to review) that the research be based on the limited classroom configuration that leaves the current teaching/learning format and objectives largely intact with the significant exception of the teaching role, which will be undertaken by a student-tutor as opposed to a formally qualified, adult teacher.

The aim of the research therefore will be to assess the validity of a monitorial style approach to learning in the given context. The output will then form the basis for further investigations assessing the potential for expansion of the procedure to include additional aspects of the curriculum and changes to the style of teaching and learning.

Research Requirements
The dominant features of the proposed monitorial classroom are listed as follows:

1. The curriculum will be focused on the contextually significant subjects of English (basic literacy skills) and Maths (basic arithmetic skills).
2. These core subjects will be supplemented by a basic Computer Literacy element as a means of adding interest, diversity and contemporary relevance to the learning environment.
3. In view of its cultural relevance (observation and imitation), procedural simplicity and suitability in relation to low-level thinking sactivities, the dominant teaching style will be traditional rote
4. The target population will be limited to a random selection of adolescents (between 11-16 years) who are currently excluded from school.
5.The population will be limited to a single, broadly similar cognitive level in order to avoid multiple curriculum definitions
6. Class sizes will be dependent on population size (subject to research) and the number of student-tutors (TBD)
7. The appropriate school building will be provided consisting of a number of small classrooms to match the student need
8. The school will be open in line with traditional hours (07.30 to 15.30)NB. classes will be of a short duration and repeated throughout the day in order that students can accommodate learning into their personal lives. This schedule has the added benefit of supporting student-tutor confidence and development.
9. Developing a teaching environment that doesn’t necessitate the threat or use of corporal punishment i.e. a visible adult presence is required
10. Assessment will be undertaken in relation to the cognitive and behavioural development of the students
11. The learning environment will be defined in relation to a select group of commercially available learning packages focused on English literacy (phonics) and basic arithmetic
12. Student-tutor training will be complete by the end of September 2010. School availability must be coincident with this timeframe i.e. the beginning of October 2010.
13. The course will have a duration of six months minimum.
14. The school is a private entity and must be operational sustainable. To this end, the students will be required to pay a small fee in order to cover the cost of the student-tutors (paid to cover their opportunity cost)
15. The school will be closely associated with the Omega Foundation brand in order to promote its acceptability amongst parents and children.

Action Plan
The actions required to meet the requirement as listed as follows:

1. Review the set of research requirements listed above
2. Development of a business plan including: a) costs associated with (but not limited to) acquiring an operating licence, the building (materials and construction), learning materials (learning packages, computers, stationery, furniture), student-tutor payments, meals etc. b) revenue generated by student fees.
3. Marketing plan that includes the following: a) cost of advertising the school. b) An estimate of student numbers based on proposed curriculum options and their supposed relevance to the target population.
4. Search within Ghanaian education policy and curriculum documents for definitive statements regarding culturally relevant themes and learning experiences. Whilst procedural simplicity is of paramount importance, these statements (assuming they exist) will form the basis for selection criteria associated with the learning packages.
5. Deriving a definitive research methodology and assessment tool set. In view of the originality of the project, it may be difficult to derive a control group model against which cognitive and behavioural progress can be measured. On the understand that all students can are tested but only a select group are exposed to the intervention, the use of a regression-divergence technique may be appropriate.

So thats the latest plan. Whilst we await progress on that, I will continue to make address the literature review and attempt to resolve the continued enigma that is the research methodology.

Rethink

Stop the Press. Having reassessed my work and had a quick meeting with Pauline and James, it is clear to me that the current scope of the research project is far too large; the number of significant variables undermining the feasibility and scientific nature of the research. Whilst the current proposal represents a vision for the long term, the creation of a new school (along formal lines) within 6 months does not provide a feasible or stable basis for a PhD paper. The project objectives need to be reconsidered.

The principal aim of the PhD research is to assess the potential for adolescent student- teachers in the developing world. This aim is to be achieved in the context of a curriculum that is meaningful to excluded adolescents in semi-rural Ghana. Whilst the project could make a detailed assessment of needs based on a situational analysis as part of a curriculum development process in reality, the peer assisted learning model needs to formulated and tested small-scale before possible expansion of the format. To this end, it would appear sensible and feasible to start the process with the basic priorities; English (basic literacy skills based on phonics) and Maths (basic arithmetic). To increase the relevance of the course and to stimulate adolescent interest, it is suggested that a number of computers are also used as a means of teaching basic computer literacy, whilst providing an additional source of fun activities for students to practice their new found skills. In parellel with this research a detailed situational analysis could be undertaken in order to fully appreciate the broader learning needs of excluded children in the Ghanaian context. This approach is clearly lower risk and far cheaper than the original proposal, though there is the question of whether this limited approach/curriculum will be of sufficient interest/relevance to the target population. We need to some guidance from Ken on that one.

In these terms, the next step is to reformulate my proposal and start the search for basic literacy and arithmetic products (and potentially supporting computer programmes) that are simple enough to be taught to adolescent teachers who in turn pass their knowledge to their peers. Once again, the Lancastrian approach (or select elements) appears feasible.

Cultural Sensitivity

Its been the kind of month supervisors warn you about. After a number of weeks relentlessly absorbing book after book in the initial phase of the literature review, I feel a little lost and confused. Naturally, I had more than vague appreciation of the broad scope of the project when it was first muted by the Prof but its only now that I have characterised the Peer Assisted Learning environment in terms of significant variables that I truly understand the complexity of the project. As it stands, its pretty intimidating. In terms of my own particular understanding, I have developed a representative model illustrating the significant variables at the following discrete levels: 1) Cultural, 2) School 3) Classroom 4) Group.

Firstly level 1 (cultural)requirement: the principal concern is to create an environment that is culturally-sensitive. In other words, the mechanism of knowledge acquisition and learning conforms with the methods familiar to African children. According to the literature, there is a strong tradition of respect and deference with a learning culture principally based on observation and imitation. It seems deeply ironic then that the most enduring aspect of the colonial period is rote learning, an approach now deemed anachronistic and unsuitable in the modern context. This cultural perspective would suggest that a variant of the Lancastrian form of teaching may be appropriate for African classrooms, mass learning (more than 1000 students at a time) being based on a rote system driven by a select cadre of student tutors. This is the Beautiful Tree referred to by Gandhi, except that the Mahatma probably would not shove naughty children into a sack and suspend them from the ceiling, as recommended by the autocrat Lancaster.

However, there remain a number of concerns with regard to this approach in relation to contemporary, formal schooling namely:

– Rote learning: The numerous shortcomings of rote are well-documented. Whilst this approach may be deemed appropriate for certain low-level thinking (albeit fundamental) skills such as basic literacy and arithmetic, rote is of questionable value in relation to any theme that necessitates the application of logic and reasoning. Although rote remains the dominant approach in all contexts and at all levels in the African classroom, the true quality of material understanding is highly questionable.

– Cohort of Elite Students: It is clear from the literature that African life is characterised by its communal nature, an individuals identity being defined in terms of their relationship with the group. Would it therefore be deemed appropriate to identify an elite group of students raised apart from their peers.

Ulimately, the use of rote and/or a potential variant of the Lancastrian system depends on the scope of the curriculum. What is the most appropriate form for excluded adolescents in marginalised communities? Furthermore, how are these needs changing in relation to a growing and modernising economy? It would seem that should the theoretical requirements be limited to the basic needs (literacy and arithmetic) then there is potential for student-tutors in the Lancastrian mould but for anything more complicated its appilication falls into significant doubt.

Meanwhile, literature has suggested that while a substantial share of adolescent children (24%) in Ghana are excluded from school by poverty (fees, transport etc.), an alarmingly high proportion (41%) report that school is useless and uninteresting. The research suggests that while 93% of excluded adolescents questioned (sample of 12,000 children) were actually engaged in unpaid family work, the alternative would not be schooling but idleness. In conclusion, Blunch suggests that should the parents be convinced of the value of education, they might make sure that their children are enrolled. Judging by this assessment, the definition of the curriculum and teaching styles are critical to re-engaging poor children.

From personal experience having taught a number of classes in Ghana, it is worth noting that the students responded extremely positively to a more progressive, interactive and questioning approach to learning. Whilst a progressive style may not be totally acceptable from a cultural perspective, it is more closely related to the higher-level thinking skills demanded by a modern economy and creates a more interesting learning environment. But what do the target population want?

Ghana Experiment

I have been back in Newcastle for a few months now having been invited to more research by the Prof and Pauline.

The principal theme for my research project is Peer Assisted Learning in the Developing World which in this case is the West African Republic of Ghana, a location where the Prof has established a small number of successful low cost private schools. My first trip to West Africa was back in March and on this occasion I was travelling with Jonnie K. and Chris C., a pair of Masters students who are themselves doing the placement module as part of their studies.

The research period itself started in the best possible fashion as thanks to Chriss girlfriend Lisa, a legal secretary for British Airways, we immediately got an upgrade from cattle class to world traveller plus class. It turned out that this designation was neither club nor 1st class equivalent (how much class stratification can be imposed on a single decker airliner) but it did mean wider seats and more leg room. I can safely say that I have never enjoyed a long haul flight as much as this one. We arrived in Accra at 10pm and passed through customs with no undue concerns to be met by Mr Ken Donkoh at the exit to the Airport. Ken was talent spotted by the Prof some years ago as the entrepreneur to run his low cost private schools in the town of Kasoa and will act as our principal contact for this period of research, a period that is already subject to an extension (2 weeks to 3 weeks) thanks to our contact in British Airways.

The purpose of this visit is to develop some form of contextual platform for the research process as a basis for a formal proposal and working paper. This means developing an appreciation of the Ghanaian education system in terms of the curriculum and the learning approaches, also lifestyle characteristics such as interests, expectations, opinions of school and typical daily activities. The intention on arrival was to assess the possibility of building a low-cost school focused on a single teacher who would train a select set of young tutors who in turn would teach their peers English, based on an accessible set of communication activities (Genki English) and phonics (Jolly Phonics). Assisting Chris with his own phonics intervention will provide real experience of the learning environment whilst Ken will represent an informed sounding board for my intentions.

We arrived in Kokrobite, a village 90 mins west of Accra at 11.30pm and settled in to our new home, a spacious and luxurious beach house owned by a rich Ghanaian who apparently spent most of the year abroad. We had all been expecting a modest, cheap hotel so we were very surprised and not a little bit embarrassed to find ourselves in this ocean side palace.

In view of our adrenaline fuelled state, we decided to celebrate our arrival with a few beers at Big Millies a bar on the sea front. Despite the apparent remoteness of our location, there was a significant number of white faces enjoying the hang-out. Wanting an authentic experience, I think we were all a little disappointed at the numbers of foreign faces though it was not long before we were mingling with the friendly locals and celebrating the official start of our respective research projects.

Sunday was designated as a rest day, however Ken had a pre-arranged parents meeting at his school in Kasoa and asked if we would like to tag along. This represented our first opportunity to visit the school and get a flavour of local opinion for private schooling. The road from Kokrobite to Kasoa follows the coast though there appears to be little of what one would describe as a sea-view. In general the road is littered with small clusters of shops and businesses, however the most notably feature are the skeletons of half-built, unoccupied luxury housing, originally demanded by rich Ghanaian living abroad who for now at least, are presumed to be financially embarrassed.

When we arrived at the school large numbers of parents were already waiting patiently for the meeting to start. We took our seats to the side of the principal table and attempted to follow the rhythm and meaning of the event as best we could; the social language of this area being Fanti. Although one particular man did appear to be agitated in relation to a 5 pounds unpaid bill, the atmosphere and the attitude of the audience was clearly optimistic and a very positive reflection of Kens work. After all under his direction, the child is clothed, transported, educated and fed and all for 1 cedi per day, or 50p in my world. As the meeting drew toward a close, Ken introduced the British representation and explained briefly why we were there. I was on my feet first and returned the applause feeling very touched and not a little embarrassed by the vociferous nature of the reception. For his part, Chris returned his introduction with a few words in Fanti and was rewarded with laughter and a glorious cheer from the audience. As the meeting ended, a number of locals came up to introduce themselves personally and we were able to exchange a few niceties before we returned to Kokrobite. There had been an intention to repeat the previous nights activities but the pace had caught up with us and we collapsed on our respective sofas.

Monday was Independence Day in Ghana and despite having a family and no doubt, a plethora of personal commitments Ken came over to take us to lunch and discuss of various projects. The burger was in all honesty not to my taste but fortunately the conversation was far more palatable and enlightening. With reference to peer learning, Ken had some very big ideas that conflict significantly from with my original perception fortunately, his vision represented a genuine all encompassing, context friendly, practical agenda that was far more ambitious and exciting than my own. Ken has targeted young children and adolescents (in the 11-16 age range) who have been excluded from school as a consequence of work commitments related to family poverty. As opposed to education, the parents have taken an understandably practical stance and obliged the children to work as street vendors, hawkers etc in order to supplement the family income. In return for a very small fee these children will be invited to an evening school where they will be grouped by ability (from lower primary to junior high levels) and the brightest 10 students will be trained as peer tutors. In return these particular children will be rewarded with a free education (and a small wage to compensate for opportunity costs) for the minimum of a term at which point testing will be re-administered and a potentially new set (or sub-set) of tutors appointed, depending on performance. This system is seen as delivering a workable and ongoing incentive structure that does not impact on cultural sensitivities.

The new school will appoint at least a pair of teachers/masters to teach the prescribed subjects to groups of tutors on the afternoons directly preceding the evening classes. Ken will take responsibility for selecting these masters whose high reward (in excess of the state payments in order to attract the best) will reflect a talent for teaching including an ability to pass on knowledge using a simple and interactive method, as well as an enthusiasm and all-round knowledge of the Ghanaian curriculum. The curriculum itself will be broad (as English alone is not considered sufficiently beneficial and) in order to retain its relevance to the national certification process and the expectations of children and parents. English will be the language of the classroom and the primary focus of the learning process. As English is the lingua franca in Ghana, testing will be required to ascertain the precise level of student ability and the subsequent need for Genki language and TPR packages. It is however believed that all students would benefit from phonics classes as a foundation for improved literacy skills. It is also anticipated that the curriculum will be supplemented by practical skills lessons in order to increase the relevance of the course to those students that have short term agenda or may not necessarily be able to proceed to the secondary and further levels of education. These classes could include cooking, crafts, carpentry, car maintenance, accounting, TV/radio repair, computer literacy etc.

It is anticipated that the school will be based on a circular design of open (ceiling but no walls) huts which are themselves circular in shape. These structures will built of wood in a traditional style and consequently will far cheaper than the conventional concrete (breeze block) buildings. Each classroom will cater for no more than 6 students (subject to research) who will be taught by their designated tutor with the aid of a white board and materials (writing materials, text books etc) which be included in the price. The masters will be located in the centre of the school, equi-distant from each of the discrete classrooms in order to assist tutors when necessary and provide the visible symbol of authority and discipline. These are not only significant features of the African culture and school life but will all provide a source of confidence for the adolescent tutors within a challenging learning environment.

In terms of a sustainable business, it is recognised that parents would almost certainly reject a school that had few recognised teachers. Consequently, the new school will be closely aligned with the successful Omega schools and Ken himself who has already gained the confidence and gratitude of the local community. Success for the new street school will therefore be important in order not to undermine the quality of the existing brand. It is also recognised that the teaching approach will have anticipate the general fatigue of children who have to get up very early and work long hours in the sun before arriving at the school in the evenings. The focus on stimulation and fun in the classroom together with food and sufficient rest is given added significance in this context.

Whilst Ken will undertake the tactical management and commercial responsibilities of the business, my responsibilities will be more strategic in nature, characterising the dynamic and psychology of the peer learning environment (how and when does learning happen) in order to derive a set of procedures and processes (inc. tutor age and pupil to tutor ratio) that will assist the masters and the tutors in their teaching and classroom management roles. I will also be responsible for the introducing new teaching techniques (identifying, evaluating, training, monitoring) associated will chosen curriculum subjects .e.g. Genki, TPR. Finally, as part of my PhD research, I shall be responsible for documenting the introduction, performance and impact of peer assisted learning in Kasoa and disseminating the results into the academic community.

Having spent some of the late afternoon in a siesta in an attempt to re-energise, we went into the town of Kokrobite to find something to eat. The town itself consists of the sea front which is dominated by the backpacker scene and a main street which is just set back from the coast. Most of the street was in pitch darkness and many of the small businesses had already closed. However, we did manage to find a little booth with 3 local dishes on offer including a tomato based chicken dish, a fish dish (Banku) and Groundnut soup which had a naturally repellent yellowy tone. We decided the chicken was probably the best option and were shown to our tables in the backyard, striking up a conversation with a local lad who worked at Big Millies. The food itself was a rice dish with drumsticks and a side portion of chilli sauce. In view of my ravenous appetite, I tucked in to rice with a smattering of chilli and bit straight into a red hot pepper. The meal was not quite the same from there on.

Tuesday: Ken arrived around 8.45am to pick us up and give us a tour of the schools which currently constitute the Omega foundation in this Area (there is an addition school on the Cape Coast). Having left the main road to follow a dirt track for a short while, we arrived in the village of Old Bortianor, where we were met by the senior school administrator and standards officer for the entire operation. The school was akin to a single level misson hut with a corridor and a low level wall separating the classes from one another. The sight of 3 white guys immediately took the attention of one class after another with cries of Obroni or white man coming from every direction. The enthusiasm and nature of the greeting was overwhelming and something we would have to get used to the more we travelled in the region. Ken provided a running commentary of class levels, curriculum content and the nature of teaching in African classrooms. Characteristics that were immediately apparent in this particular school included the youth of the teachers (often unemployed high school graduates), manageable teacher to pupil ratios (30 to 1), the positive climate felt by all of us and the fact that the school included a nursery with an interactive teaching approach, a quality that seems to erode as you progress through the levels.

We then continued onto Kasoa and the principal learning facility, educating twice as many students as Botianor (in excess of 600). As we slowed to enter Kasoa on the Japanese-built toll road, my attention was distracted by a man on the central reservation strolling toward us without an apparent care in the world, nothing particularly notable in that except that this individual was as naked as the day he was born; popping down the local corner shop to pick up some bread no doubt. Whilst travelling is always full of surprises, neither I nor Chris had expected that one at anytime never mind the morning rush hour. As we arrived at the school, we were once again the principal focus of the distracted attention of the students who according to Ken have seen white people before but have never had the opportunity to interact with them. As play time commenced we were all mobbed by excited little child looking to meet us and touch and stroke our fair skins, they were all particularly fascinated by arm hair, something that is clearly not a characteristic of their own race. As mentioned, my objectives were to get an appreciation of learning approaches, classroom dynamic etc and there could be not better way of obtaining a degree of understanding than getting involved with Chriss classroom intervention; phonics. The first step was to test the individual children of their phonic awareness using a few levels (the most common) letters i.e. m, a, s, d, e, i. Ken explained the general scope of intervention and the role of the children to the young K2 teacher, Madame Fortune. She in turn practiced a few random sounds with the children in order to give them an understanding of the phonic test before the first pair of children were called from the class. Whilst the test format was very rudimentary; unfamiliar adults, and unfamiliar language, it soon became clear that the degree of phonic awareness in both the K2 lower and K2 upper classes was very limited in deed. Most children were not clear on what they were expected to do when faced with a sheet of graphemes, some children knew the name of a few graphemes but did not know the sound, and the bare minimum of children (less than 5%) could correctly sound a small number of the graphemes (most notably m, a, s, e). At this stage it is surmised that the poor performance is related to the fact that children are taught the name of the grapheme (appropriate for spelling) as opposed to the sound and it is quite possible that the introduction of a phonic programme will produce a tangible improvement. There also exists a divergence between English language acquisition and the acquisition of their own language Fanti which is only understood in terms of sounds (and not a separate alphabet sounds).

At this point in time, we had had little opportunity to exchange our dollars for cedis. Kens brother David offered to take up to the bank and then on to a restaurant for something to eat. However, it meant we were walking from one end of New Market Street to the other over a period of 2 hours on the hottest day of the trip. Having forgotten my cap, it was not long before I was suffering from heat exposure and a burning head and whilst the meal was welcome the sense of exhaustion was overwhelming. On the food front, I had Banku (fish) and jollof rice while the lads had chicken and rice, menu options that would have some ramifications that would only be felt in the coming days. Whilst we did return to the school for a short while, having completed our testing for the day we decided to head back to Kokrobite and a much deserved rest.

On Wednesday, Chris and myself completed the phonics testing with the control KG2 group and whilst this class allegedly represented a higher student level, there was little discernable improvement in phonics recognition. By early afternoon, Chris and Jonny were suffering with bad stomachs as an apparent result of yesterdays culinary choices and returned home early. I was having TPR style conversations with a number of elder primary school children and really enjoying the interaction so decided to stay. So whilst the lads immediately took a taxi back home, I would make my own way back to Kocrobite later that afternoon. Although the omens may have been bad, I decided to return to the same restaurant that lunchtime though naturally, I stuck to fish. On this occasion as with the previous day, I was served food by Nani and drinks by Paulina, a striking young Ghanaian women whose appearance was made all the more compelling by a set of traditional tribal scars on her cheeks. Whilst her English is not so strong, we did manage the semblance of a conversation directed toward her current set of circumstances and hopes for the future. It would appear that her entire life revolves around the restaurant for which she claims to work some 18 hours a day, 7 days a week. Clearly this is an extraordinary statement even in the given context and whilst it may be a tad exaggerated for my benefit, I have little doubt that much of her young life and potential is being wasted in this grease stained corner of Kasoa. In view of my desire to provide a school for people such as Paulina, I asked her if she would be interested in re-igniting her education assuming she could find the time, at which point she demanded to know more about the new low cost school. I needed Nani to translate my future intentions and promised to keep her informed of future developments including the dates of my expected return to Kasoa. In return she promised she would help me with my Fanti once I had re-established myself in the city. For now at least, Paulina symbolises the entire reason for my presence here and everything Im hoping to achieve. Im left in no doubt that she needs and deserves an opportunity and lets hope the Newcastle University together with the Omega foundation can provide it.

I finished the academic day by winding up a TPR session (cities, countries, continents) with some of the upper primary students. I caught a Tro-Tro and a shared taxi back to Kokrobite, though I was alarmed at one point to see little Blessing (no more than 5 years old) being dropped off at a bus stop to make her own way home. Its probably been a couple of hundred years since this was the norm in the UK.

Not surprisingly the guys were flat out by the time I reached the apartment and were in no fit state for anything which was a shame for over the sultry air who could clearly hear the pulsating beat of a traditional African drum outfit practicing at the bottom of our garden. Needless to say this wasn’t something I had experienced very often and the opportunity to plug yourself directly into the most expressive and dynamic soundtrack of Africa was not to be missed. I wasnt disappointed and got a free practice session from Kokrobites finest without a single cedi changing hands, I was even invited to see them perform for real at Big Millies this coming Friday.

Thursday: Did some spelling test using the Schonnel test (KG2) and using 3 letter word. It was clear that the general standard was low and little better than the KG1. At the break, I was introduced to Pauline (a parent) and we discussed the difficulty of learning Fanti at which point she produced a rudimentary grammar book from her handbag and offered it as a gift together with a couple of Johovahs Witnesses magazines. It seems that the grammar is relatively straight forward and that tenses are related to word/verb intonation rather than changes in form. However, the experience Fanti acquisition may actually be more difficult than Spanish due to the fact that its predominantly an oral based tradition with limited written expression e.g. newspapers are distributed in English. Integrated into Ghanaian society during the period of my research appears to represent another significant challenge. In the absence of a class to teach, I made myself comfortable on the bench and struck up a conversation with Evelyn, a small business woman who provides cheap snacks for the children. Evelyn herself has 5 children (including an adopted child) and is a generous, knowledgeable and eloquent woman and we were to have many engaging conversations in the coming days. By early afternoon a distinct sense of fragility brought on by a stomach upset is exacerbated by the searing temperature and a level of humidity that drains liquid as surely as a hole in a bucket. So when I got home, I inevitably collapsed for a 2 hour long siesta and that was pretty much the end of that for the day.

Friday: PE session. Jonnie and I exhausted ourselves runnning around woth the children for a few hours in the morning sun. The day was pretty much over for us both after that though I did manage to drag myself out to Big Millies for their Culture evening with the local drumming outfit. Very intense

Saturday: Fell out with Felix over the charge for the accommodation. Naturally we suspected than things dont come for free and we presented Felix with a decent tip before leaving. However upon Kens arrival Felix told us that the charge was 20 cedis/each, a snipet of information he had kept from us until the very last minute. This led to a general falling out that was only resolved with Kens intervention though I doubt Ill be welcome back there for weekends.

Ken took us to to Old Bortianor where Chris did a very good phonics presentation to the Omega teachers. Whilst attendance was probably compulsory, it seemed to me that the they also believed that phonics would provide a very important tool in the fight for English literacy. Chris also kept referred to me as Doctor Burgess which is of course, very premature but I did like the sound of it. As the class drew to a close Ken pulled up out side with the Prof and we all headed into Accra where the grown-ups were scheduled to have a meeting with the manager of a Dutch hedge fund.

Meanwhile, myself and the boys spent the afternoon in a nearby shopping mall and marvelled at the pace of development. We even had an authentic burger and chips to celebrate the air conditioned change of scenery. After a couple of hours and an opportunity to catch up with the news, we met up with the grown-ups and Sander, the Dutch venture capitalist at a local hotel. Apart from the interesting chat, the exotic-ness of the location was reinforced by the swarms of fruit bats that nested and flew over head. Individually they are about the size of a small bird and appear to have little time for flying solo.

Singing songs in the car. Move into our new hotel on the outskirts of Kasoa. Dinner with James and get him up to
Sunday: Church service with annoying pastor. Meet the coach. Meet up with Ken and visit the sight of the new school at Oblogo. Still new residence. Visit Lake Wieja. James goes off for his meeting.

Monday: Assisted Chris with a phonics in the KG2 class. Taught for a couple of hours at lower (TPR introductions) and upper (ICT based English) primary levels. Concerned at the absence of teachers for these particular classes and the difficulty of maintaining discipline (if not enthusiasm) in the classroom. This may well be the principal difficulty associated with a peer to peer learning environment. Chatted to Evelyn about the obvious differences between African and British cultures. Caught the bus back to the hotel with the children (over 100 of them)

Tuesday: Similar to yesterday. KG2 class with Chris providing a recap of existing sounds and the addition of a couple of extra sounds. Taught an environmental studies class based on the English words for tree parts. Had lunch at the Paradise restaurant run by William, an American who has returned to Ghana. Returned to school to teach a TPR routine to a Danny’s lower primary class. Impressed with the standard once again though disappointed to find a class completely unattended.

Thursday: Given instructions to investigate test regime within the school. Had a meeting with Mr Drirer the Omegas standards official and Lisa as head of the school. Once again taught a few English classes this time applying the present perfect continuous in the context of sport (CR9 has been playing for Real Madrid for 10 months). Evelyn has decided not to take up the potential offer of a school teacher on the basis that she has no one to run her small business.

Friday: Spoke to the Fanti teacher, Sandra and Mitchell, a Science and English teacher about their understanding of the study of the test and its correlation to Lisa and Mr Dreier opinions. Mitchell went into great detail about the reporting system that he helped establish requiring the teachers to test and report on children’s progress every 2 weeks. Whilst research suggests the testing and monitoring process is thorough, it would appear to represent a significant admin overhead for teachers whilst all records are recorded and maintained on paper. It would seem that a more effective and streamlined system could be designed using an excel spreadsheet and generating graphs as a means of illustrating student progress. To this end, Mitchell relayed a story about a student from his previous school who whilst withdrawn and unsuccessful in science classes was full of creative energy in art classes. Consequently, the respective teachers had completely diverging views of the students attitude and performance and yet because of the nature of the reporting system the students full potential went unrecognised for an entire year. Mitchell informed me that he remains in contact with the student who is now a successful local artist. Took one final class for this week, teaching comparatives and superlatives in an environmental context.

Early afternoon and me and the guys took a Tro-Tro to Cape Coast and then onto Brennu where Chris had previously worked with a foundation to build a primary school. After the heat and clostraphobia of Kasoa this was just the kind of break and location required to recharge the batteries. A fresh sea breeze, miles upon miles of pristine white sands and barely a human soul to be seen. Chris had arranged for us to meet a local friend of his Isaac who is training to become a teacher and having dropped our bags off, we went into town to find a drinking spot and meet some of the very friendly locals. The spot we found was no bigger (or cleaner) than your average (Chinese) kitchen and yet most of the male, adult population of the village appeared to pass through it in the matter of a couple of hours and thanks to a couple of shots of apekteche (45% proof, tequila style lubricant), we were more than happy to engage all and sundry in conversation. The principal event of the weekend appeared to be the funeral of a local matriarch, though unlike a typical British affair the Ghanaian celebrate the individuals life with a big knee’s up to which all the village seems to be invited. At the centre of the ceremony was a small house brightly illuminated with Christmas tree lights where the body was lying in state. Chris and I took a sly glance through the netted windows but all I could see was what appeared to be a mass of white sheets on a bed. However, as we began to drift home Chris asked if I had also seen the body of the deceased. Morbidly fascinated we returned to the little green building and once again peered through the window and there it was, the peaceful, fully made up face of the deceased matriarch. I yet out a little yelp in surprise to which an irate individual behind enquired what exactly it was that we were doing. It turned out that this person had every right to be irritated being the eldest son of the deceased. Our timely had been so extraordinarily bad that one felt we were almost destined to meet and whilst his initial irritation was more than apparent, our grovelling apologises and obvious embarrassment seem to quell his angry to such a point that by the time the conversation was over, he had invited back to pay our last respects (from 4 am the next morning). However neither me nor Chris were in any mood to push our luck so we said our goodbyes and meekly scuttled off back to our chalet for a decent nights sleep, undisturbed by nightmares of the dead.

Saturday: After breakfast we took a taxi down to the bustling town of Cape Coast to have a look at the castle which is the most prominent landmark. In view of its historical (dating back to precolonial days) and business significance, the town is charming, energetic and compelling, in direct contrast to the bland and notably claustrophobic nature of Kasoa. Having arrived at our destination however, Chris realised that he had brought us to the wrong destination and that we should actually be in Elmina, a few miles back in the direction from which we had just arrived. Whilst it was a little irritating to have to retrace our steps, Elmina is a destination not to be missed. Whilst it is a much smaller town than Cape Coast, Elimina is intensely colourful fishing community providing glossy magazine like photos in every direction. In contrast to this image, Elimina Castle is symbolic one of the darkest chapters of Britains colonial history. In a similar manner to Cape Coast, many hundreds of thousands of Africans slaves would have been held here in this dark and forbidding place in advance of their forced relocation to the vast plantations of the Americas and the Caribbean. It represented a particularly compelling contrast to Aguablanca in Colombia where descendants of the original slave community represent a significant part of the existing population. We went for a drink alongside harbour wall where one is was able to really savour the hustle, bustle of the fish market and talk to the locals about life in this vibrant corner of the Ghanaian coast. We took a Tro-Tro back to Kasoa and the hotel but having arrived in town relatively early in the evening we decided to go to Kokrobite and a reggae night at Big Millies.

Monday and Tuesday were largely spent saying hasta luego (until next time) to the teaching staff and the children. Whilst I did a number of classes myself, I spent most of my time watching Chris and Fortune continuing their tag team approach to their intensive phonics lessons. Whilst a researcher should always be cautious about drawing any conclusions at such an early stage of an intervention, Fortune has clearly been inspired by the approach and the children are very much enjoying the interactive nature of the lessons. Whilst many pan-Africans have promoted a traditional style of education that appears to have a degree of overlap with the predominant rote approach, it certainly doesn’t appear that the children are alienated by a more progressive style of learning. Evelyn is under no illusions as to the growing cultural impact of the west on Ghana and whilst she perceives and indeed laments the gradual loss of the traditional community lifestyle, she is convinced that the material benefits of development represent a greater good. On Monday evening, we did decide to have an early leaving party in Kasoa in a couple of very contrasting pubs. First the Spot, so dark and exotic in nature that one half expected a Humphrey Bogart type to enter. This was followed by the Queens Pub, a drinking hole created from a converted freighter crate. Here we met Kate and Michael who generously offered us a kebab when we enquired about pub food. After a ludicrous game of pool (with half a cue ball), they took us to the Triple X nightclub on the outskirts of the town which would Im sure have been another fascinating experience had it not been closed. Not prepared to end the night in anti-climax, we stopped-off at another local bar for a drink and a long chat before finally heading home sometime well after midnight.

On Tuesday evening Chris and Jonnie kindly escorted me to Kotoka Airport in Accra for the journey home and whilst they were being ripped off for dinner, I was being relegated back down to Economy class. No problem, by this time in the journey my adrenaline levels were spent and I slept for most of the overnight flight back to London to be welcomed by the all to familiar cloudy skies of home.

So having reached more familiar shores, what are my abiding memories of Ghana. Most notable is the personality of its people. As a born itinerant, the sustained and genuine warmth with which I am often met never ceases to amaze me but in these terms, Ghana may just be in a league of its own. Throughout my entire stay, I was greeted with nothing but smiles and waves (and the continual chorus of Obroni) from friends and strangers alike and at no point was there anything less than total respect, consideration and politeness. Its all very humbling when you consider the way most immigrants are received on these shores, particularly the poor ones. From an educational perspective, the predominance of rote learning complemented by strict levels of discipline were the most notable qualities associated with the classroom. From an outsiders perspective, it does raise the question related to the suitability of a western learning approach based on Victorian values in the context of Africa. It was certainly noticeable that despite the manageable pupil to teacher ratios it was often difficult to settle very excitable students and get them to concentrate on the task in hand, hence the symbolic and sometimes wince inducing role played by the cane, even at Kindergarten level. In this sense at least, I would hope that a slightly more progressive approach to education might have a positive effect on interest levels and child discipline, though I am very aware of the potential conflict this approach may have with the culture of imitation and deference associated with the traditional African community.

Hasta Luego (Until Later)

And so we come to the end of our show. Its been an extremely intense experience, a combination of hard graft and an unfamiliar environment but one that carves an indelible mark into your being and is often referred to as life changing (though only time will tell). Thanks to the unyielding support of Joni and Gerardo, I have exceeded even my wildest expectations in terms of exposure to real life conditions in Aguablanca and quantity of data collected. I am extremely grateful to them both.
When you visit a unfamiliar country you want to understand what makes the place tick, what are principle symbols that unite the nation. In terms of providing a context for a scientific investigation, this level of understanding becomes even more significant. Armando (in Medellin) felt that Colombia represented a particularly difficult case as they are a disparate race (Indigenous, Spanish, Afro Caribbean, Mestiza, Coastal, Urban, Rural, Rich, Poor) and each province has a unique character. The issue of nationality is further undermined by the absence of a defining myth i.e royality in the UK. The myth that most Colombians identify with is that of South American hero Simon Bolivar who liberated the continent from the Spanish at the beginning of the 19th century. Unfortunately for us, Bolivar was Venezuelan and his heroine lover Manuela was Equadorean, squeezed between the two Colombia has the unedifying role of the conjugal bed, hardly an epic symbol of national unity. As the foundations of the Colombian psyche are obscure, all you can do sit back, observe life as it passes by and draw some general conclusions.
Firstly and most obviously, life in Colombia is defined by violence or at the very least, the fear of violence. Everywhere you go from the slums of Aguablanca to the smarter suburbs of the north, the doors and windows are barred. Even the gated communities, surrounded by high fencing and private security dont escape the collective neurosis. Statistically speaking this condition is not without foundation, in Aguablanca you are 10 times more likely to be killed than the global average. However most people dont live in the slum, instead they drive their cars to one of the numerous smart shopping centres and enjoy the abundance of products available to any western consumer and here in lies the clue to the second symbol of Colombia; inequality. This country has an abundance of natural wealth but it seems the rich and the powerful are unwilling to share in the good fortune. Colombians have been dogged by conflict, slavery and exploitation throughout history and this is reflected in the daily life of Aguablanca, dominated as it is by displaced decendants of African slaves forced from their homes by right wing paramilitaries or left wing guerilla movements who fight for control over the lucrative narco-trafficking business. As the latest group of migrants descend on the slum, conflict arises with those that resent the intrusion. The irony of course is that Aguablanca didnt even exist 25 years ago, so all but the youngest of its residents understand the trauma of displacement. In the absence of any political will to truly address these issues, the poor and the displaced are left to fight amongst themselves. The wealthy meanwhile enjoy their swanky spaces and imported luxuries though most dare not walks the streets after nightfall.

If there is indeed any truth to this existential state of suspended animation, it became no more apparent to me than when I visited Medellin. The locals (paisas) are known for their diligence, their hard work and their regional pride, they have also built for themselves an attractive, organised and relaxed city albeit compressed on all sides by large slum districts (similar to the favellas in Rio de Janiero). By comparison Cali is clammy, chaotic, loud and ugly but unlike Las Paises, Los Calenos are cosmospolitan and exude an honest warmth and friendliness that is very compelling. I was less than impressed with Cali when I arrived but steadily the place has grown on me and Im gonna miss it.
On the lighter side, there are a number of other behavioural patterns I have noted regarding life in Cali. The sun rises early here and it seems most people are up well before 6am with school starting an hour later. Whilst the defining Colombian myth may be related to the bed, they dont appear to spend too much time enjoying it.
Colombians also have an obsession with asthetic appearance, the popularity of cosmetic surgery seeming to be the manifestation of a deeper physical insecurity. This is deeply puzzling to me as Colombian women must be amongst the most attractive you will ever see, a characteristic probably related to the diversity of races that live here. Whilst I have already referenced the bizarre phenomena of bottom implants for the women, the men have also succumbed to their inner narcissus as many take time out to have manicures and facials. For a short while, the metrosexual raised his head in Britain but having had it slapped, it seems he emigrated to Colombia.
Finally impotence, not something a macho latino is gonna admit to readily. Whilst we all feel a degree of fear and helplessness in front of powers (natural and manmade) over which we have no control or influence, we all have different ways of dealing with the resultant angst or frustration. For many Colombians it seems, one of the best ways to reassert your masculine authority is to get behind the wheel. Ive been driving for 20 years both home and abroad but only on rare occasions (Indonesia being one of them) would I decline the invitation to take to the roads. Cali fits into this category. Road discipline simply doesnt exist here, attention to signs and road markings is arbitrary and if youre on 2 wheels youll be lucky to get home at all. If driving says anything about the local psyche, a shrink would have a field day in this city.

Having established some kind of basic context the results of the research acquire a greater significance. A superficial glance at the results suggests a number of principle concerns regarding state education: (1) public schools appear to be less secure, attracting problems associated with drugs and violence (2) public schools lack discipline and too much time is wasted (3) public schools lack resources. Violence, Chaos, Inequality. To paraphrase some clever dick (whose name escapes me), it would indeed appear that conditions within society are reflected and perpetuated within parts of the school environment.

Before I sign off, I would like to acknowledge the generosity of the Calenos and in particularly the Directors, Teachers and Parents that took part in the study. We covered 18 schools in total, visiting each on numerous occasions and at no time were we greeted with anything less than courtesy, kindness and enthusiasm. I go home having had the privilege to meet and work with many dedicated and selfless people who have not only helped me with my research but have also granted me one of the most profound experiences of my life. To all I am be eternally grateful.

Choices

Bank Holiday Monday. Due to work committments Ana Lu had to return to Cali but having come this far, I wasnt going to return after only 1 full day.
As Ive mentioned previously, Colombia is famous for its beautiful people; be it a natural or surgically enhanced phenomena. Whilst I think this reputation is slightly overblown, the size of the gene pool here is extraordinary and every now and again you do see a breathtakingly beautiful person; more often than not a mestiza of mixed race. In Medellin the beautiful and the wealthy tend to congregate in the fashionable bars and restaurants of Lleras Park, a locale my host Nora laughingly refers to as El Parque de las Siliconas, a description that surely requires no explanation. So when my hosts proposed that we go and have a look, I thought in the name of research (a better understanding of the Colombian culture and psyche) that I should accept the offer. Unfortunately for all the hype and expectation, it was a holiday weekend and few people were about but such is the significance of this investigation that I feel I have a duty to return and try again in the near future.
Whilst in Medellin, I have been talking loosely with my hosts about my return to Colombia and the outlook for work in the city. In this context, Armando kindly took me to the university to meet a few friends who could be useful contacts for the future. Amongst the many people to whom I was introduced, I met Victoria who works in the education department and has designed pedagogies for poor and remote communities. Whilst we didnt have long to talk about her work, she was very interested in my research and insisted that I get in touch upon my return to Colombia. Although I cant see much beyond my thesis right now, I am very attracted to this cool and organised city in spite of my commitment to Cali and any future choice between the two could be very difficult.
Wednesday is little more than a travel day and whilst its 10 hours back to Cali by bus, this time I have the consolation of scenery. This part of Colombia (Antioquia) has an extraordinary natural beauty and as many of the roads pass over high ridges, the traveller is blessed with an outrageous birds eye view. As you would expect the further you pentrate into the countryside the more isolated the roadside communites become raising the question of how education in such areas is delivered. My research has suggested that in the absence of willing teachers, Colombia has developed a sophicated and successful pedogogy (referred to as Escuela Neuva – New School) in order to manage individual classes of different ages and levels. As a tired teacher myself, I cant get my head around this principle and it will certainly be worth investigating further sometime in the future.
Whilst I am very cautious about glib comparisons of foreign culture to that of the UK, I openly admit that Im an incorrigible music snob and have no problem slagging off others shortcomings. In this context, Colombia falls well short of our proud heritage. In Cali for example, Salsa is the predominant music style and the few that dont like it opt for the commercial rock scene instead; Kiss, Bon Jovi and Aerosmith, nuff said. My bus driver quite literally sat (and even bounced up & down in his spring loaded chair) in the first camp and played salsa music for the entire journey. Irritatingly, salsa is designed to get you on your feet with an insistent and piercing trumpet and drum rhythm that can penetrate even the dullest consciousness, hardly the first choice of tune for a tried traveller. Needlesstosay by the time we reached our destination I was climbing the walls; the next trumpet I come across will have a few more bends in its pipework that were originally specified.

Friday morning and were back in Poblado2 for a parents meeting at Colegio Richard Bach. The director Diana greeted us warmly and introduced us to the parents whilst promoting the aims of educational research. We got an excellent return of nearly 30 parental and 6 teacher completions although ironically, we will have to return later to pick up Dianas own response.
Later that afternoon, we returned to El Diamante (public) where the whole process started to attend the parents meeting that had been postponed from the previous week. Unfortunately, it was postponed once more and whilst El Diamante is now lost to the study I have enough data from other public institutions not be be overly concerned by this rare failure.

And so the penultimate working week comes to a close and little remains of the data collection process but to pick up the odd questionnaire from the few stragglers on the list. In order to tie off the research period in an objective manner, I designed a further tool validation exercise requiring the assistance of 3 or 4 random parents. The idea is to place these parents into a select number of schools, have them ask questions of the DoS and Teachers and to score (in a genuinely viseral manner) the climate of the schools. Their opinions will then be compared to the questionnaire results as a course means of instrument validation. To implement this task, we have asked Gerardo if he could get a few volunteers but unfortunately work committments have not made this task possible too date. Joni said he would chat with Gerardo over the weekend in one final attempt to complete the task but I not overly optimistic.

As this is my last weekend, I wanted to say hasta luego (until later) to Leonor and the children at the Foundation Autonoma in Poblado2. Although the institution hasnt been involved in my research directly, I have probably learnt more about the real problems facing Aguablanca in this locale than anywhere else. This learning process now includes a video of a young offender rehab session during which Leonor described a number of harrowing murder and rape cases involving the principal protagonists. Besides this, the joy that this environment stimulates in the children is more than enough incentive to return. On this visit I am accompanied by Lydia, a friend of Ana Lucia who has been very animated by my experiences in Aguablanca. Once the group of young maestros were assembled Lydia was asked to introduce herself and immediately choked as she tried to explain her motivations for being involved, it was very touching expression and received a round of applause from the youngsters. By the end of the day she had also received more Leonor bonus points than Id accumulated over 3 visits. Development can be a very completive business.

Medellin

As I have previously mentioned in order to get a better grasp on local context, Im reading Las Venas Abiertas de America Latina (The Open Veins of Latin America) as written by a local historian and recently presented to Barack Obama by populist revolutionary Hugo Chavez.
Whilst many of its problems can be traced back to its colonial past, for once it seemed the British hadnt soiled their hands with the blood of the indigenous population, that particular infamy belonged to the Spanish and the conquistadores, didnt it? Unfortunately, this isnt the whole story for having expelled the Spanish from its territory in the early 18th century, the British (having commenced our industrial revolution) saw an excellent free trade opportunity and the possibility to extend the reach of its own growing empire. Whilst its true that we didnt invade South America directly, we controlled many individual nations by proxy e.g. Brazil through the Portuguese, flooding the local markets with British products and using our warships to blow away trade barriers where ever they were encountered. At the height of British imperialism, we aggravated and then sponsored a proxy war on Paraguay carried out on our behalf by Argentina, Brazil and Uruguay. Up to this point, Paraguay had remained the only country on the continent that operated successfully and independently beyond the control of colonial powers. Such insolence was a bad example for the rest and had to be stopped, hence a 10 year conflict that ultimately reduced Paraguay to the poverty stricken nation we recognise today. As imperial fortune would have it, the conflict also bankrupted the 3 proxy nations, leaving them equally exposed to increased colonial control. The British used similar techniques across the globe, nurturing the local elite who then turned their expanded powers on all forms of local resistance, enriching themselves whilst betraying and eliminating countless numbers of their own countrymen. Latin America was thereby reduced to little more than a collection of dependent nations characterised by gross inequality. The continent was exploited as an endless source of cheap raw material rather than a trading block in its own right and here is where much of it remains. Although my nationality doesnt embarrass me, the actions of my predesessors across the globe have been notably destructive and stubbornly enduring.

Friday once again and Joni and myself are in Poblado1 for a parents meeting at a small, private primary school; Los Triunfos. We arrived on schedule at 8.00am however the meeting was delayed until 9.30 so we made ourselves comfortable in the cafeteria opposite and watched the world go by or more accurately, watched the world watching us. Whilst neither the DoS nor the teachers have completely their own questionnaires in the period since our last visit, that didnt stop them being extremely helpful and supportive. Having introduced the subject matter, the DoS asked a couple of questions, promoted the role of educational research and encouraged the parents to get involved themselves. We collected a grand total of 17 questionnaires from Los Triunfos which is a very good return for a relatively small institution. As we were preparing to leave we got chatting to one of the mothers about the significance and causes of violence in Aguablanca and its relationship to the education system. She indicated that public schools are at a significant disadvantage, their size tends to attract the attention of the gangs leading to increased problems of drug trafficking and violence. In addition our interviewee believed that the public institutions didn’t give enough homework, consequently the children didnt have enough to occupy themselves and out of boredom would go looking for trouble. Her reasoning may or may not provide an accurate reflection of reality but parental concern for security in local schools is undeniable. A parent meeting at El Diamante (Public) for that afternoon was postponed and so the working week ended on an anticlimax.
No time to get all irritable about El Diamante however, its the holiday weekend and Ana-Lu (my landlady) is taking me to Medellin to meet her friends. Medellin holds a bit of a fascination for me, its desperately exotic and unknown and the Paisas (locals) have a reputation for being friendly and very beautiful people.
Whilst the national coaches are plush modern affairs, I dont enjoy travelling for any longer than 6 hours at a time and its even worse at night when theres no scenery to distract you from the discomfort. Despite rural Colombias dodgy reputation, the only event of note was being stopped by army/police at half-distance, naturally I was just dropping off as the lights went up for the security check. The officer went the length of the bus frisking the men and unpacking all of the luggage which of course seems to be a gross infringement of personal liberty but I dont live here. I prepared myself for examination (feeling relieved that I had packed my passport) only for the officer to take one look at me and pass me by. Now I felt irritated that I had been given some kind of preferential treatment not extended to the locals. I was tempted to accuse the officer of discrimination but why go looking for trouble.
The discomfort lasted for 10 hours and we drew into Medellin at 7.00am. We were met by Ana Lus friends, Armando and Nora who were resident in Cali but moved to Medellin 5 years ago. I believe first impressions count for a lot and as we drove through the plush southern neighbourhoods of Medellin these impressions were very positive. Medellin is the city of eternal spring, around 27-30 degrees all year round, a blessed relief compared to the oppressive humidity of Cali. As opposed to the cliched spaghetti western appearance/ambience Id anticipated, Medellin is clean and well-organised, a confident and relaxed city blending attractive high rise blocks with plenty of lively plazas and lush green vegetation. After a few hours rest we all went for a closer look, using the spanking new metro system to get to the centre of town. From here you also get a better idea of Medellins social problems.
The city is built in a narrow valley and whilst the smart areas dominate the spaces along the length of the river, the surrounding hills are a crush of slum dwellings. Contrast this with Cali which is built on a broad expanse of flat land and whilst Aguablanca is a large slum district, it cant be readily seen and can therefore be largely ignored. The slums of Medellin dont afford such a luxury, look up from any part of the city and there they are an oppressive and ever-present symbol of the inequalities that characterise this city and this country. If you want to get closer, you can even take the smart new cable car system; you float above all the chaos take a few tourist shots and return without ever having to lay a foot in bandit country.
We strolled around the centre of town for a few hours and you couldnt help but marvel at its self confidence, theres a strong sense of safety and normality here despite the immense burden on its shoulders. Cali is far more chaotic by comparison. Whilst Ive been here for a matter of no time at all, the paisas are living up to their reputation, they are friendly, service is very good and are very attractive. I may just have fallen in love with Medellin and its certainly gonna take a lot to convince me not to return here. We spend the evening in the Sabaneta neighbourhood close to home, a vibrant district with many typical paisa restaurants and bars. Of course not everything is perfect and as we settled down to dinner you couldnt help but notice the array of religious iconography that filled this particular restaurant, including a large sculpted head of an agonising Christ; not exactly the preferred appetiser with my chorizo sausage. These kinds of images remind me of the negative side of Seville, the fake piety and the conservative insularity. I just hope Los Paisas are a little more open minded than Los Sevillanos.

On Sunday, we left the Medellin for the village of Guatapec about 2 hours from the city. My hosts told me that we would be visiting a popular landmark in the form of a sacred stone, a notably understated description. El Penol is indeed a stone but one that rises more 200m above the surrounding countryside and lakes, the rural equivalent of Sugar Loaf. Whilst I dont suffer from vertigo in its extreme form, I do have a strong aversion to heights but like any tall structure, it demands that up go to the top. The climb isnt especially strenuous however the builders definitely lacked the kind of craftsmanship youd want to see upon leaving terra firma; the supporting concrete had been simply poured over the surface of the stone and the staircase laid on top, akin to the role of sticky back plastic and any Blue Peter model. Fortunately, the views of the surrounding area werent subject to the same human shortcomings.

Take the Load

Still felt a little queazy at the start of the week but Im slowly getting my strength and my appetite back. Fortunately, we only had a couple of appointments on Monday and they werent until the afternoon. We arrived at the austentaciously namely Loboguerrero/Wolf Warrior school (public) to retrieve the teacher/DoS questionnaires and whilst Joni kept the headman occupied, I waited outside to accost the parents as they arrived to collect their childen. Their was a general reluctance to complete the exercise on the spot but many agreed to take the paper home and return a completed version the following day. Im fairly sceptacle about this option but as this was the original delivery strategy, it will be interesting to measure the return rate. I managed to convince 9 parents to take a questionnaire before Joni returned and we continued.
We arrived on time at the Ivan Dario Lopez school though it was quiet enough to assume that I had made a mistake regarding schedules. We were kept waiting a little while as the diminutive DoS occupied herself with some paperwork before giving us her undivided attention and confirming that we were working on the Latin schedule (add 20 minutes). Shes a very cooperative lady and more cheerful than on previous occasions though she did look completely exhausted, a fact exaggerated by her slight frame and pale complexion. We waited patiently and chatted randomly with a few of the teachers about our investigation as the parents started to arrive. Attendance at these meetings has been consistently good because parents at all schools are obliged to pick up reports rather than rely on their child for delivery. This occasion was no different as one of the school managers kicked off the meeting, welcoming the parents and eulogising about the benefits of the goverment subside programme (PAC). Having delivered the good news, he then chastised everyone for misplaced pessisism (regarding the possibility of university entry) and for failing to exert sufficient discipline in the home. He was right of course and its certainly something Im going to have to work-on when I return to Newcastle.
It was quite an intimidating act to follow and Joni had considered making a joke of it but wisely changed his mind, after all not since a certain chef left The Muppets have the Swedes been known for their comedy timing. As always, the parents listened politely and even gave us a round of applause once the introductions and explanations were complete. Due to time constraints, the DoS once again asked the parents not to complete the questionnaires on the spot but to do them at home and drop them off the following day.
Having walked and talked our way around comuna 13 for 8 very intense weeks (in the sun) Im tired and in need of a break, however there remains the final and most significant (collection) phase of the investigation which is hardly the time to start losing your will. To make things easier, I thought it was high time we took the weight off our feet and let someone else carry the load. For a fare of 10 quid, I hired a taxi for the entire morning and we visited a host of schools, picking up as many teacher/DoS questionnaires as possible. We got great responses from El Poblado parents (private) and Loboguerrero teachers (public) though a decidely mute response from Humberto and their less than enthusiastic deputy head. There was also disappointment at Ivan Dario Lopez, the parents it appears do indeed lack discipline at home and we recieved less than 10% of responses. During this time, we also had the opportunity to drop-in on the Santa Lucia school (private) and leave questionnaires at the parents meeting. Once again, we would have to return the following day for collection and hope the parents would do the right thing.

Wednesday. In view of the relatively sweatless and odourless success of the previous day, I once again hired a cab and we did the rounds. Despite being on a grid system, the local neighbourhoods are often set at angles to one another requiring subtle changes in addressing and actually making driving and direction finding more difficult. First we popped into Santa Lucia and were initially disappointed having obtained only 2 from 20 responses however, once our presence in the school was known, a gang of children appeared in reception with their completed copies. We left with a total of 11 which is most certainly a success. Next we went to Moderno Los Robles (private) and whilst Joni waited inside to assist participants I waited outside to verbally wrestle them into submission. There was a certain tension in the air today as the area has recently seen the arrival of a new slum settlement (or invasion) and apparently there had been some shooting the previous day. I kept back in the shadows and without wishing to startle anybody (a no-no under such curcumstances) managed to convince 6 parents to commit 15 minutes of their time to the cause. We thanked the DoS for her time and headed for the final destination of the day at Luz Haydee (public) to collect questionnaires, not from the DoS this time but from the rebel teacher that we had spoken to the previous week. S/he had done the business and handed over the completed papers in an appropriately clandestine manner as we discussed his/her work. Ironically it was today of all days that the disinterested DoS decided that he wanted more information about our work. Joni kept the DoS occupied whilst I chatted to the insider. S/He said that he would like more exposure for his talented childern from abroad and naturally I would like to help but exactly how this can be achieved is difficult to know.
The tour is complete for the day but the day itself is a long way short of complete. My tourist visa only allows me to stay for 2 months and whilst getting an extension is apparently no problem, Joni and myself have to travel to the north of the city to the Directorate of Security Administration in order to complete the process. When we arrive, there is a huge back log of people waiting but fortunately for us these were Colombians with their own issues, foreigners have a seperate area which at the time of arrival was almost completed deserted. For Joni its all very easy, hes been through the process before and simply has to pay the extension fee of 15 pounds. I, on the other hand have to get multiple photocopies of everything in my possession, including body parts and return the following day before Im even considered worthy of a stamp. Even a Swede would have trouble finding the funny side.

Meeting Montezuma

Having reached all bar one of the schools, we have now entered the final stage of the data collection process. Gerardo was unavailable for a couple of days, so I had the opportunity to catch up with some more data entry and continue eating away at my placement tasks. On Thursday afternoon I went to local restaurant for lunch, one that I have used on a number of occasions previously. Within a few hours, I was doubled over as every single antibody in my system repelled my choice of chicken (in a sauce that forensics are still trying to identify). Ironically, I thought I was doing the right thing by avoiding the pork. Whilst I returned to Aguablanca (metaphorical speaking), Ana Lucia was very sympathic and made me feel as comfortable as is possible under such circumstances. I went to bed with antibiotics and rehydration fluid but I barely slept and felt completely drained the next morning. Unfortunately, we had parents meetings at 2 schools and I wouldnt have a second opportunity to get their opinions.
First up then was Sur Oriental (private) and its exuberant DoS, Fernando. Today of all days the entire process was somewhat protracted as initially at least, no-one seemed quite sure what was happening. However for all the procrastination, we still collected a significant haul of questionnaires and also had the opportunity to talk to a couple of teachers. One in particular was very interested in our investigation but his name hadnt appeared in our random sample so he didnt receive a questionnaire. He indicated that he had some very strong views about the way this particular school was being run and would be very pleased to be involved. He took a further 4 questionaires for his colleagues and I await with interest for their responses.
The next parents meeting wasnt due to commence until 3pm so I agreed to pick up Joni later that afternoon and in the meantime I went home and straight to bed where I slept solidly for the next 3 hours. By the time we returned to Aguablanca, there was already a long queue of parents waiting outside of El Poblado school (public). I say parents, there was actually not a single father to be seen.
We spoke to the secretary who we had met on a number of occasions in the previous few weeks. She indicated that while are questionnaires were welcome, this gathering was a bit of a celebration for the school and she would prefer it if we didnt distract the ladies with our presence. Im not exactly sure what she meant by that after all we didnt suggest a live show but she did agree to take 22 questionnaires and asked us to return on Tuesday to pick up a completed set. Given my physical condition, I was more than happy to hand over the paperwork and responsibility to the school and within 30 minutes I was back in bed. Whilst a meeting with Montezuma is always unpleasant, I met him on his own turf and I can take some consolation from the fact that much of the work has already been completed so couple of days off would probably do me some good.

Reality Check

Monday. The Bolivariano school (private) was having a parents meeting, providing another perfect opportunity to hand out some questionnaires. The one complaint; the meeting started at 6.30am. Whilst I picked up Joni in good time, we didnt have the benefit of Gerardos guidance this morning as he had other things to do, so it was up to us to find our own way. Whilst the Aguablanca design is based on a grid system and supposedly easy to follow, addresses remain long and complicated even for taxi drivers, consequently we arrive 20 minutes late for our appointment. The meeting culture in Colombia is however different and delays are part of the process, hence whilst most Europeans would have drifted away by now our audience was still waiting patiently. We gratefully received 15 completed questionnaires and then relaxed in conversation with the school owner, a cheerful lady on the edge of retirement. She has been on the edge for sometime it seems but feels so committed to the school that she is unable to let go. Whilst she is optimistic about the future she has many concerns, finance being the most prominent among them. Testimony from other private institutions has indicated that whilst many are within the government subside programme(PAC) payments are often less than anticipated and/or delayed leaving the school and teachers in particular feeling the pinch.
The next school on the list is another small private institution, Gran Colombia which is just around the corner. We had already visited the school the previous week but once again were unable to make introductions as the DoS was unavailable. We took a phone number and promised to make a call before trying again at some point in the future.
Next on the list was Los Robles (private) to retrieve completed DoS and teacher questionnaires. No problems here and we were welcome to return any day at around 12.00pm to interview the parents. Finally we visited El Poblado (private) to confirm the date of the parents meeting. The secretary told us that there were 2 meetings this Friday, a day that will require careful planning as it coincides with parents meetings at El Diamante (Public) and Sur Oriental (private). It promises to be a very busy day.
Tuesday. We met Gerardo at 10am and headed for Santa Rosa (Public) in Poblado2. Victor wasnt available until mid-day so we headed towards Morales Pino (Private) promising to return in the early afternoon. Once again a group of parents were available and willing to consume a little of their time on our behalf. No problems have been identified with the principle part of the questionnaire but once again explanations were required to manage the supplementary attachment regarding school choice. In order to avoid confusion and frustration therefore, I asked the parents simply to mark the 3 most important factors in school choice from the list provided. Obviously this is not ideal but I believe I can still derive useful information without radical change which hardly seems appropriate 6 weeks into the process.

We returned to Santa Rosa for our meeting with the DoS, Victor. He certainly seems a very committed individual and had a number of points to make regarding the questionnaires. One of the principle issues he highlighted was student turnover and its effect on budgetary planning. A significant percentage of the students in the school are from displaced families many of whom dont have a permenant home and the stability that comes with it. Consequently, students come and go at a disturbing rate making the process of education particularly difficult. Victor indicated that local government do have management strategies but neither the will nor the finances to fulfil their commitments. However according to Victor, there is light at the end of the tunnel as he showed us glossies for a number of new, large scale, educational centres planned for Aguablanca. It all looked very impressive and there can be little doubt that the existing public establishments are old, tired and well beyond their sell-by dates. However, will these plans be considered in view of the broader question; whether the public sector is indeed the best provider of education in poor regions and would a raft of good private schools be forced to close in the presence of a pubic monopoly. Would the money be better spent supporting the private infrastructure and helping them increaase access for the poor?
After Santa Rosa we head toward Luz Haydee (public), a appointment Id been greatly anticipating given the notable enthusiasm of the deputy DoS and his staff to our investigations. Were we in for a disappointment!! At the gate we met the DoS himself who once again pleaded ignorance, politely fobbed us off and pointing us in the direction of his deputy. Ive not been impressed with him but it didnt represent a problem as the deputy head had always been our primary contact at this institution. From the beginning however it was clear that the deputy was irritated by our presence and our requests, indicating that none of the teachers had returned their paperwork and if we wanted a reply then we should go directly to each classroom and approach the staff individually. Chastened, we walked around the school collecting just 2 of the 12 questionnaires we had originally distributed. We returned to the deputys office to politely indicate the shortfall only to be confronted by a barrage of excuses and an added dash of venom. We sympathised with his predicaments and indicated that there was never any obligation associated with our research. As we prepared to leave, he became a little more conciliatory and asked us to return on Monday by which time he promised to have everything completed. We had already left the premises when a single teacher who witnessed the deputys diatribe called our attention. I recognised this individual but Ill keep his/her identity secret for reasons that will become clear. Our contact asked what the research was about and queried why s/he hadnt received a copy of the questionnaire. In view of the number of children in the area and the lack of resources, many schools operate on 2 shifts and unfortunalely none of his/her shift were notified of our work. Our teacher dismissed the selected group of teachers as predominantly apathetic and asked me for copies of the questionnaires for his/her colleagues promising a more realistic response. What did s/he mean?
Our contacts principle complaints concerned school management who s/he accused of lack of support and unwilling to address the real issues surrounding the school, particularly violence and drugs. Next, s/he complained of a profound lack of resources and how his/her children lacked both books and materials. Finally and most insistently, s/he accused the management of spin more interested in presenting a positive image of the school than actually concentrating on real and sustainable improvement. It was certainly a kick in the teeth for Luz Haydee but in view of the insecure and superficial behaviour of the deputy head, perhaps we shouldnt have been too surprised. Before departing, our contact took a fist full of questionnaires and promised to deliver a more realistic impression of the institution by the time we returned. It will certainly make for interesting reading.