Sunday, April 5, 2009

Coming to America!

(because Zamunda is a real place)

In about 24 hours from now, I will be boarding my flight to begin my journey back home. I'm feeling like Peaches and Herb right now, "reunited and it feels so GOOD." :)

Thanks to everyone who has been following the blog and I hope it's been as interesting and engaging for you as it has been for me. I look forward to seeing you and talking to you soon by God's grace.

Peace and love,

Donte'

p.s. I may be back on the go in a few months, I have to go through my parents first though ;) stay tuned...


As I begin my journey back home, I would like to think those who have given me a home away from home over this past year. Their kindness to, for all intents and purposes, a perfect stranger has made an immense impact on me and without them none of my travels would have been possible. They will forever be in my heart and prayers and I hope we will continue to stay in touch. From the bottom of my heart, thank you!!!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

"Oh, the humanity!"


This quote, introduced to me by my friend Michael King, was made famous by Herbert Morrison, who was a recorded radio eyewitness to the Hidenburg disaster that took place on May 6, 1937. Without going into much detail, the Hidenburg disaster refers to the events surrounding and including the catching afire of the German rigid airship, Hindenburg, causing 35 fatalities in Manchester Township, New Jersey.

"Oh, the humanity!" 62 years later and thousands of miles away from Herbert Morrison, these words were what came to me as I sat reflecting on my recent visit to Elmina castle in Elmina, Ghana. Owned before by the Portuguese, the Dutch and the British, Elmina Castle was one of the most important stops on the route of the Atlantic slave trade. It was a place I truly wanted to visit when I finalized my decision to come to Ghana and am grateful to my hosts for taking me.

To see the dungeons and cells and to hear the history from our guide of the horrific conditions the slaves (of course one or more of them being my ancestors) has impacted me in ways I may never fully comprehend. One young man, who I believe was from Europe, broke down into tears as he took one last look at the gate/window that leads out of the "room of no return" (pictured above). Just to see the small size of the exit, you know how malnourished the men and women were as they left. Lying on the floor were flower arrangements, commonly found at grave sites, said to be brought by visitors to pay their respects and say "never again!" It was also in that room that some slaves saw their relatives of the opposite sex for the first time after months of being held in the castle.

Among the many terrible stories that we heard, the one that has burned itself into my memory is how the female slaves were treated. Being held in captivity for two months time, the female slaves were held in dungeons (essentially a large stone room with minimal ventilation) and would have to relieve themselves and have their monthly cycle on the same floors they laid their heads to sleep at night. I'm sure you may be thinking to yourself, "Oh, the humanity!"

The most ironic thing about the entire place was smack in the center of the four walls stood a two story tall building: the Portuguese church. Yes in the same place where some of history's most darkest atrocities took place, men gathered to ? Honestly, I don't think I have the words to describe the actions birthed out of their fellowsihp.

Alas, as I sat reflecting on my engagement with the underbelly of history, none of what I have written were the impetus of Hebert Morrison's quote to ring in my head again, again, and again. It was my perceived hollowness to the words "never again."

For Christmas this year, Terri gave me a book by author Keith Richburg titled "Out of America: A Black Man Confronts Africa." Mr. Richburg was a columnist for the Washington Post in Africa for three years, which coincided with the Rwandan Genocide and a civil war in Somalia. It is a great book and is quite controversial and courageous for the author's quote reflecting upon all of his time spent on The Continent: "Thank God my nameless ancestor, brought across the ocean in chains and leg irons, made it out alive. Thank God I am an American" (very reminiscent of the second ever published African American poet Phyllis Wheatley). I neither agree nor disagree with the author's opinion, but I definitely understand where he's coming from. The same reason I do not readily embrace the advice given to me a few days ago by a well meaning gentleman to "take an African last name." Yes, while many say "never again" should the white man (or Obroni) tragically oppress and exploit the continent and her people, it's not necessary because today so many Africans are doing it to themselves. Look at Zimbabwe, look at Darfur, look at Nigeria, look the Lord's Resistant Army.

And taking it just a step past Elmina castle, the words "never again" are probably best known as the world's response to the Jewish Holocaust. Yet all over the world by ALL races (as has been well documented by those more capable and knowledgeable than I) this type of tragedy happens again and again and again! Even recently exhibited by, of all people, the Jewish state of Isreal against the people of the Gaza strip. I have very little confidence in the idea that one day this will be no more, for in the words of Cornel West "I know not to expect too much from these cracked vessels (humans)." I think Leonardo DiCaprio said it best in the movie Blood Diamonds in response to Maddy Bowen's (the journalist) comment that the world is falling apart, when he said, "When was the last time the world wasn't falling apart?"

So it is both the tragic and the heoric, the beauty and the not so beautiful, the disdain and the compassion in us all that makes me say, "Oh, the humanity!"

This blog is dedicated to my "special lady" Terri. While in her, like us all I see the frailty of humanity, it is in her that I also see the very best of humanity: grace, compassion, intelligence, good humor and joy (just to name a few ;) ). Even in the midst of many adverse circumstances, she still strives and achieves to give the world these gifts. Thank you for continuously looking past the frailty of this cracked vessel and seeing something more, greater! Te quiero mi amor!!!


Saturday, March 28, 2009

Road Rage



From never fully adjusting to riding on the left side of the road in South Africa to coping with my fear of Cairo, Egypt's traffic (aptly described as 'controlled chaos') and feeling my heart in my throat as we climbed down the Andes in a bus on a road with no guard rails, I think my travels to destinations have been as interesting as the time I spent there. So I was looking forward to what might be in store in Ghana...

As defined by Wikipedia: The free encyclopedia, road rage is behavior by a driver of an automobile or other motor vehicle which causes collisions or incidents on roadways. I'm sure most of us have been on either side of the road rage equation and some may even have vivid memories that quickly come to mind. Fortunately for the majority of us, as far as I'm aware, these incidents are far and in between. I've found such is not the case here in Ghana.

Due to it's relatively small size, I was shocked to learn that Ghana is in the top 10 leading nations for fatalities due to road accidents, number 6 to be exact (i.e. if my memory serves me correctly). Many of the accidents involve the tro tro's that I wrote about in my earlier blog, On the Road Again. It's nothing out of the ordinary to read in the paper that another fatal accident has occurred with victims dying at the scene. One of the most vivid in my mind are two accidents that occured on this pasat Valentine's day each claiming over 20 lives! It's truly a national tragedy and has captivated the pens of many of journalists in their recent articles, calling for action.

As with many ills of society, the problem/solution is not singular and one can rightly point to several factors such as bad roads, lack of enforcement and/or adherence of traffic laws, or faulty vehicles just to name a few. I'm not sure who's more at fault but one question that bothered me deeply and that I finally asked is, "Do the drivers of the tro tro's know that their wreckless driving are one of the major culprits?" And the answer was, "Yes, they know!" Another listener chimed in, "And if you say something to them, they'll insult you."

Now don't get me wrong after taking a driver profile examination during a driving school class for a speeding violation, I learned that I am an aggressive driver. Okay fair enough. But it's one thing to be an aggressive driver, who goes over the speed limit on an open highway with no cars around ;), and another thing being a part of a US $165 million problem. And being indignant when confronted about it! That is the estimated cost of accidents to the country, including medical costs and lost of human productivity among others.

As with any story however, there are two sides. Many of these drivers, an estimated 85%, have no formal training. Many of the faulty vehicles are illegitmately certified by inspection offers, often due to bribery. And even if these drivers know their vehicles need repair, good luck with trying to convince them to pay the relatively high prices for the vehicle parts. These are not excuses, but realities that are working against the driver as he takes his seat. Yet in it all, it would be wise for these drivers, and all other stakeholders, to heed an African proverb that I recently learned: "A stitch in time saves nine."

Well with that being said, I'm off to take a tro tro to run some errands, thank God it's only a few minutes ride ;).

This blog is dedicated to my fellow Copiapinos and Calderians* in diaspora :). I am referring to my friends who I traveled with or met while living in Chile. They truly made my time in Chile, infinitely more pleasurable and bareable!!! I am so grateful to God for each and every one of them and wish them nothing but the very best in all of their future endeavors. I hope we all continue to stay in touch! I really do love you all! Chau gringos :)

Copiapinos = Stephanie Schmidt, Terryl Dozier, Michael King and Nicole P
feiffer

Calderians = Joy Meeder, Joe Heinz Jones, and Benjamin Jacob

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

BIG brother doing BIG things!!!



That's right MY big brother Keon McGuire (a.k.a David/Dave) recently received some GREAT news! He has got accepted on a fully funded scholarship to pursue a PhD in Higher Education at the University of Pennsylvania. The best thing about it all is that this was his first choice school, he's doing something he's passionate about, and something he's very skilled at I might add. God truly gave him the desires of his heart in this situation. I could not be more happy, even if it were something this wonderful happening for me. I know one day he will go on to be a great dean of a university or, maybe even president! May God's grace grant him continued success in all his endeavors.

This blog is dedicated to our younger brother, Jalen Howard, of whom I am very proud. He is for sure the funniest person I know and has a great heart. In the deepest and purest place in my heart I hope and know that he is growing into a fine young man that will do many great things, that will even surprise him! The future is bright young bro. Love you!!

Friday, March 13, 2009

"Obroni"



Pronounced "Oh-bro-knee" this is what many of the Class 3 girl students would chant any time they saw me. Opening mouths wide, smiling from ear to ear, and chanting broken by laughter amongst one another coupled with my own smile and waving "Good morning" pretty much made up our daily interactions.

First internal conversations consisted of some of the following: "just wave and laugh (the favorite) " "is that English?...no, can't be" "chase 'em (which I did do once)" "say something back "en Espanol"?...no, that wouldn't be nice (unless as a rebuttle to my 6th and 7th graders using their local language ;) ). After some time, I figured it was time for me to learn just what this word meant. So I went upstairs to get Ransford, a 7th grader, and we went "Class 3 girl" hunting and found one. And lo and behold the first thing she says upon seeing me is "Obroni, Obroni" followed by laughter. That's it I said to Ransford, that word, not yet knowing how to pronounce it. What does that word mean? He chuckles and tells me..."White man."

Now this wasn't the first time I had been called a "white man" but coming from such young ones, I figured this just wasn't some random person's perception of Americans, but could be a part of Ghanaian culture. The first time happened as a teacher remarked, "oh he (me) lives like a white man in America, he needs to see how black men live." Since then I've learned that being a white man means that I'm rich and that... I'm rich. Of course there are other stereotypes, like white people love to eat candy. Some people just look at me and will ask "obroni?" to someone I'm with and I just chuckle.

This made me think again of what it means to be an "outsider" and this time not because of the color of my skin as in S. America, but due to the place of my birth. Personally I don't mind being on the outside of things. Becuase in the words of author Chinua Achebe (Things Fall Apart), as printed in today's paper, "there are things which an observer can only see if he resists the temptation to jump into the fray and become an actor." Yet there are questions that fill my conscious, not searching to be answered, but simply to exist. Hear them...

What does it mean to be seen as an outsider among a people you may share common ancestral history with? Who decides who's out and who's in? And what if I did want "in", how could I enter? How many people, places, and things do I label as "outsiders" and why?


Yet if I never get the answer to any of these questions at least there's one I'll surely get a laugh out of hearing: "I wonder what life would be like as a white man?"

This blog is dedicated to ALL of my friends that never make me feel like an outsider, no matter what. They are my brothers and sisters in many ways truer than blood could ever have made us. So when I call them "brother" or "sister", or favs as some prefer ;), I don't take it lightly. Love you all for letting your love be known and felt across deep waters and time zones :)!!!

Saturday, February 28, 2009

30 Pledges of 30 Dollars in 30 Days



Hello friends,

Please read this blog to see how you can assist in a modest fundraising effort we are pursuing on behalf of some of the students at my school here, Two Roses International School. Continue reading to see what you will be able to do for just $30...

What will your $30 buy?
With your pledge and gift, the school will be able to purchase the English, Math, Social Studies, Science, French, ICT, and Student's Companion books for one student junior high school student.

Who will your gift benefit? The books will be purchased for all of the present sixth and seventh grade students* AND the entire incoming sixth grade class. The great thing about this $30 gift is that the incoming students will use these same books for all three years of junior high school.

Why are we soliciting this specific gift? - 2 reasons
1) the obvious and most salient reason is to lighten the financial burden on behalf of the parents when it comes to purchasing books and other school materials and
2) one of the best ways to ensure the long term viability and growth of the school is to consistently produce students who pass the state's Senior High School entrance exam (B.E.C.E), making it more attractive to other families. None of the students I teach own all of their necessary books and very few are short three or less. In providing the resources of books we are not only aiming to meet the short term challenge of lack of resources, but also investing in the long term goal of the school's sustainability.

*I am aware that some of you may be asking the question: If some students already have some books why are you asking for $30 for each of the 30 students? That is a fair question and the answer is quite simple. The need for the incoming class of JHS 1 is actually closer to $40, however by raising $30 for each student the math works out such that all of the students (i.e. the rising 6th-8th graders) will have the books they haven't yet been able to purchase or as in the case of the rising 6th graders, all of their books will be purchased.

If you would like to make a pledge, please send me an email (mcgutd4@gmail.com) with the subject "30 Pledges of 30 Dollars in 30 Days" and I will reply with specific directions on how to make your donation. Also if you think someone you know may be interested in assisting us in this modest endeavor, feel free to forward them this email.

Thank you very much for taking the time to read this blog. And if you find it in your heart the desire AND in your wallet the ability to make a pledge thank you in advance.

Many blessings,

Donte' McGuire

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

On the Road again...


Well now we're out of the worst traffic we'll experience on the "going" route, this is usually the time where I try to make myself as comfortable as possible so that I can go to sleep! (I am amazed everyday at how I manage to get up at 4:30am, 4:50 when I employ my friend the snooze :)). But since you are riding with me today, I shall stay awake...

If you are wondering what those 15-17 passenger, fully packed, vans that line the street going both ways are, they are called "tro tros." (image of a tro tro) http://umed.med.utah.edu/get_involved/clubs/international/Images/tro-tro.gif The tro tro is one of the most common ways of traveling for many people living in Accra. They are cheap, and... well that's pretty much it. You don't ride a tro tro for space, air condition, or any form of comfort, believe me, I know first hand! Littered throughout the traffic as we drive along, you'll also see a Mercedes Benz, a Toyota Truck, and other high end expensive cars. You don't have to get out of your car to notice that all of Ghana is not poverty stricken. Today, if we drive near the Airport you will see many huge houses, which in the states (pre economic recession) would cost a minimum of $400,000! But for now look over there on our right at the towering 10 plus stories bank or just ahead there at the splendid football (American soccer) stadium!Yes you did read the sign correctly which says "Dedicating Ghana back to God 2009."

You will learn very quickly that Ghana is an extremely religious country, politically speaking. Culturally speaking I can only speak for Accra, mostly Christian and located in the south of the country, but will admit my ignorance concerning the northern part of the country, which is mostly Muslim (there is also a huge development gap between the south and the north; hopefully not another shameful example of how Christian hands can reach up to God but not out to others). But as for Accra, just look at the back window of any taxi or tro tro and you'll see messages reading: "God is First", "Thank you Jesus", "Christ is Lord." Look see there, it's not just the cars that bare these religious one liners, those are businesses not churches (or religious centers) with names such as: "God is good, Inc." which sells auto parts or "The Anointing of the Lord" which sales women clothing. (I always joke that even if someone did want to buy some Ghanaian products from their stores, they definitely wouldn't be using a directory of any sort to search them out). HEY!! Why didn't you laugh?!?! :) Now that we've passed the toll we're only a few minutes from the village and our school. It has been my pleasure to have you come along with me and I hope you enjoyed yourself. And if you think this ride was too long just give thanks to God you only had to do it once!

This blog is dedicated to my family members and friends who have passed to the other side. At times I sit and allow my mind to remember my great grandmother's humor or my aunt's faith and I am moved deeply to live a life worthy of the legacy and faith they've passed on to me. They are one of the reasons I make sure to tell at least one person every day that I love them. In a testament that we will never forget, I dedicate this blog to you; Love me.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Rush Hour!


If I have talked with you personally for over 5 minutes since I have been here with Ghana, there is one topic that I am 100% positive has come up: TRAFFIC!!! Upon my arrival, my brother Michael tried to warn me of how bad traffic is here....let's just say EVERY hour in Accra is rush hour. I spend anywhere from 4-7 hours a day in a car traveling back and forth to school, and praise God we have air condition :). It took me a week to realize that the car would become my second home, so I decided to make the most of the situation and observe as much as possible. And soon afterI got an idea for my next couple of blogs. . . so I invite you to come, take a ride with me and see a little more of Ghana through my eyes.

We have already passed the rain eroded dirt road, once able to allow two cars to pass at once (now only one car can pass at a time), and are on one of the main (paved) roads in the city. We will take a left turn here to pass through the township, Teshie, because it is a short cut. As we pass ahead you will see one representation of how the lower class lives in Ghana.

Yes, those are goats and chickens that you see navigating the streets as if they were human residents. And no rolling up your window won't save your nostrils from the stench that will pass away in about 5 seconds. Just ahead as we inch, literally, our way ahead, you will see a young boy just returning from fetching water, with a bucket full on his head. ::chuckling:: I too was amazed to see the balance of such a young child, knowing that if it were up to me, let's just say some unexpected stranger would get a roadside shower or some car a free rinse. But then there are the many young pupils who are going to school in their uniforms, some brown and orange others khaki and blue. They stand out among the few men and women who standing on their front porch our road, are brushing their teeth or wearing a towel (just out of or heading into the shower). Many other men are walking to their respective work. And the women are preparing all types of food, some for their household and others to sell: boiled eggs, fish, packing bread, among others.

After buying the much needed Daily Graphic newspaper, we head out of our 1.5 mile short cut. Yes you are reading the clock correctly, it has taken us roughly 35 minutes to pass through!!! We'll continue our ride next blog...

This blog is dedicated to the mentors God has blessed me with in my life, I truly believe in listening to the voices of the elders as essential in one's maturation process. While I try to learn from almost everyone I know, these people have shown through their time and presence in my life the love goes beyond familial bond. So shouts out to: Pastors Luther and Robin Moore (my spiritual parents), Pastors Jayson and Mia Sloan, Marcus Ingram, and Shaun and Darlene (Mama D) Starnes! Love you all.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Change 08


Towards the end of last year, I and countless others around the world (maybe even you) were anxiously awaiting the outcome of the U.S. Presidential Election. However just across the Atlantic something quite impressive was occurring in Africa's democracy. Here in Ghana, for the first time in the history of the 'The Continent', a country had two successful democratic transition of powers (i.e. between parties). Although it gained it's independence from Britain in 1957, Ghana's first transition of democratic power didn't occur until the year 2000. This year was a tightly contested battle between the two leading parties, New Partriotic Party (NPP) and the National Democratic Congress (NDC), with the latter slightly coming out on top in a runoff. And can you believe it, they too ran on the slogan of "Change."

I arrived just days after the announcement of Professor J.E.A Mills as the next president of Ghana. Too late to catch all of the fervor leading up to the elections, but in time to learn how deeply Ghanaians identify with their political party. January was a month of "reflection" for many of the radio stations and newspaper(s). Discussions ranged from the condemnation of the media for neglecting its responsibility as a neutral observer, to calling on each party to accept their roles in heightening hostilities amongst their constituencies, to people simply thanking God that the country did not fall into violent conflict.

There were stories of people being physically harassed/intimidated not to vote, and one man who committed suicide because his party lost, but the story that has stuck with me was one I experienced personally. On my first day in the classroom one of my students, Anita Dennis, said, "your president is Obama" (I concurred), then she asked, "do you know who my president is?" Sure, I siaid "President John Mills." She smiled and proudly corrected me, it's "President John Evans Atta Mills and our vice presdent is John Mahama." Reflecting upon that moment I realized that Anita, like myself, had the opportunity to accept as common, not take for granted, peaceful politics (i.e. absent of physical violence). Who knows maybe one day Ghana will be hailing President Anita Dennis as their new leader. If she knew I wrote this she wouldn't be able to restrain herself from laughing, the same way I imagine many did before change came to American politics!

This blog is dedicated to my grandmother, better known as Mama Luv. As far as my memory goes back, she has been there every step of the way giving selflessly, often to sustain our family. I pray that I am able to prove her labor not to have been in vain! CONGRATULATIONS on your retirement! Love you and we will celebrate as soon as Keon gets back from South Africa ;)!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Sir Donte!


As you know I am here in Accra, Ghana as a volunteer teacher, instructing in the subjects of English and Math to 6th and 7th grade students. Actually the school is located in a village in the Greater Accra region, much more rural than the capital city itself. The name of the school is Two Roses International School and it is a private school, created by my hostess, Mrs. Rosemond Mahmoud (my brother Michael Mahmoud's mother).

Individually the school as any has its challenges, but personally I believe one of the biggest is lack of resources (e.g. there is no library). Yet read a Daily Graphic Newspaper (my favorite pass time when sitting in 2hr traffic) and flip to the education section and you will learn that this is not a problem confined to a minority of schools. And not to paint an overly primitive picture, but I read an article where students were having classes under trees, meaning they can't have classes if there's inclement weather. But one thing the school does have is a great visionary in Mrs. Mahmoud and a staff dedicated to helping the students achieve. The culture here is quite different than I've experienced before, in that the majority of the teachers and administration see the students as younger brothers and sisters or sons and daughters and are deeply concerned about their educational attainment. This I think (and pray) is going a long way to offset many of the negative impacts.

Lastly my students are much more respectful and refer to their masters (instructors) by "sir" or "madam." They are no angels, they are still 6th and 7th graders, but one thing I can appreciate about Ghana (i.e. through my eyes/mind) is that there's a culture tradition, preserved by the majority, of expecting high moral standards. There is much work to be done, but it's always easier to continue in a difficult task when people are just plain nice :)!


This blog is dedicated to my parents, Derrick and LaTanya Howard who are the bestest ever!! They placed high value on my brothers and I making God and our education high priority and for that I am eternally grateful. Thank you for ALWAYS believing in me, love you!

Akwaaba (Welcome)


Atop the first building I saw stepping off the plane was this one word: Akwaaba. So in the true spirit of this blog I say to you, "Akwaaba." After returning from Chile, S. America I was often asked, "So how was it?" And more often than not it was extremely difficult to relay in that moment what I felt was an adequate answer (i.e. for me at least, I am aware we often ask questions not expecting a genuine answer :)). Therefore I have decided to keep a blog of my time here in Accra, Ghana.But above all this is my small way of doing virtually what I cannot accomplish in reality, which is bring all of my family and friends here with me to experience Ghana for themselves! Maybe one day I will be able to, who knows.

This is my first time blogging and I will be first to say I don't know all the "rules." One aspect of my blog however I would love for you to pay close attention to is the very end. At the end of every blog, I will dedicate each blog to someone(s) who I believe deserve some recognition and since I can't pull an Oprah and buy everyone cars, this is my little way of saying "thank you" and "I am thinking of you."

I hope you enjoy the blogs and your comments are welcomed!

Peace and Love,

Donte