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Profits and standards and St Peter’s Mission

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Time was when we had what was known as “experimental” schools. They were ran like private schools and were attended by children who were born by grace. They were regarded as special children.
It meant that some children were born by mistake and were, therefore, supposed to graduate from Zongo Primary or at best from the infamous public schools.
Experimental school kids were treated like children of God because invariably their parents were rich or pretended to be rich. Anyhow, they did not belong to the holy club of church mice.
When those kids spoke English, they did so in style and their phonetics was quite akin to that of Chris Tackie. We of the other ranks spoke differently, unmindful of grammar, punctuation and usage.
And when we happened to meet the divine kids on playgrounds, they mostly chose to play with those of similar feather. When we asked them questions in vernacular, they replied in the Queen’s language and reminded us that it was academic treason to speak vernacular. We bowed in veneration and saluted their intellectual wisdom.
As for the girls, you just couldn’t approach them. The way they would look at you from head to toe before finally snubbing you was enough to make you dodge or just run away whenever you saw them.
I had the misfortune of telling one I admired her pony-tail hair-do, and the way she looked at me compelled me to withdraw the statement instantly. Then added that it was a slip of tongue so I deserved forgiveness.
But coming to think of it, when it came to real knowledge I don’t think they were any better. They were better equipped with books, pianos and learning aids and were on the average better-placed to excel academically. But pound-for-pound some of us from the public schools were far more intelligent.
In effect, the only difference really was that while they ate oats, milk, bread and cheese for breakfast, some of us made do with bongo coffee and tea-bread or better still waakye garri a.k.a. zorzor. But in those days, public school teachers were diligent and really taught us well. These days, I don’t know what the hell is happening.
I had a brilliant Indian friend who attended an experimental school and whenever I paid him a visit, his Pop didn’t like it very much because I attended a public school. We were both in primary five but I was teaching him a few maths points he did not know although he was considered brilliant. I also taught him how to make a kite and of course how to begin a love letter.
One day his pregnant mother whom I had never seen because she was always indoors came out with an extraordinarily large belly. She kept staring at me and I smiled at her belly. I actually wanted to ask my friend what really was wrong with his mum’s belly. I had never seen one that large.
“Is Vijay your friend?” she asked me.
“Yes Mum,” I answered timidly.
“You attend Experimental?”
“No, Anglican.”
“If you are good boy, Vijay will teach you some Maths and English.”
“Yes, Mama,” I said, just short of telling her that it was the other way round and that I was tutoring Vijay on some knotty points in maths. In fact, I would add that I was even coaching Vijay on how to write love letters.
Today, those who attend the public schools have less chance of getting to the universities because they either do not learn, are not taught well because the teachers are not good, or are not encouraged to study. So, many people who can afford it want their kids to attend private schools which are today so many that no one notices them anyway.
Some of the private schools are very good though; unlike some schools in the countryside where teachers who are given awards further distinguish themselves by impregnating school girls. Double award.
Now, when there was this changeover to the present JSS system, many wondered what would be some of the private schools since government would not be equipping them to run their JSS programmes. Those proprietors who were serious took steps to equip their schools, and there was no hitch in getting their JSS shoot off.
Taking a cursory look around, one would realise, however, that many schools, government or private, are poorly equipped. With the government schools, there is the hope that they would be equipped in due course, but one cannot be sure with the private ones since some proprietors are only interested in profit and not quality tuition.
I am glad, however, to note that some private proprietors are seriously undertaking some exercises to ensure that their schools are of standard. They want profit, yes, but at the same time they want a name for their schools.
When I visited Saint Peters Missions, Nursery, Primary and JSS, I was impressed with the steps the school’s board and management are taking to improve standards. A department is being put up solely for manipulative skills.
The JSS system is meant to ensure that students cultivate manipulative skills, but resources in many schools are lacking and this has not been possible in many cases. St Peters is about a step ahead many schools.
Under the manipulative skills department is a sub-department in the pipeline known as the ‘Clothing and Textiles Department’, where basic skills in cloth fabrication and design can be learnt so that if the child does not get a chance to proceed to SSS, he or she could be absorbed in textile manufacturing and designing to improve upon skills for eventual employment or self-employment.
The school is also establishing a department similar to a multi-purpose computer centre where kids can be introduced to the computer and get acquainted with at least Word Perfect before they graduate. What about the language centre where the kids can undertake proficiency courses in English, French and the local languages? The school’s budget covers it adequately.
In an interview with the proprietor, Mr Moses Adu-Gyamfi, I learnt what the management has undergone to go this far to make the school a paragon of the ideal private JSS academy.
“For the time being,” he said, “we are forgetting all about profit. We are investing into equipping our departments adequately so that every child who passes through St Peters would have gone through that type of academic discipline that would make him fit into any school of higher learning or any suitable vocation. This is our aim.
“Secondly, we want St Peters to be the torch-bearer of the private schools. Presently we are not doing badly. But we want to be the crusaders of the ideal thing, to be forerunners of the restoration of standard and education within the educational system.
“Well, I think very few people think like this these days. Profit margins are of more concern than the provision of infrastructure and equipment to build their schools into serious institutions of learning.
“Some proprietors run their schools to get money to chase women and tiny girls, and so do not have any plans whatsoever for improving the conditions of their schools. Buildings crack and deteriorate, chairs are inadequate, equipment are lacking and yet they charge exorbitant fees.
“Such private schools better gear up to the task of doing the right thing or quit.”
This article was first published on Saturday June 1, 1996
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Cry my beloved Ghana
Someone said, if we cannot plan for an occurrence as predictable as the annual rains, then what else can we plan for as a country? God has caused nature to schedule rains for specific periods or months within the year and everybody knows this.
One need not be a meteorologist to tell that the rains will fall in May and June every year. Any serious person who has something that the rains can affect, would therefore plan taking into consideration the likelihood of the rains falling. Therefore to find out that a whole country like ours, had not planned effectively, is mind-boggling.
The report by the World Bank that fiscal policy measures by the Finance Minister has led to no money being released for the World Bank sponsored project to deal with the perennial flooding situation in Accra, is so disappointing. The fact that this contributed immensely to the flooding in Accra, is an understatement.
There have been fires in our markets, but who is checking the wiring on a regular basis as a system designed to prevent future outbreaks? The occurrence of fires in our markets is something that must engage the attention of government and all the stakeholders.
The causes may be several but if a system of proper fire prevention is in place, l believe the number of occurrences will be drastically minimised. Electrical wiring for instance has been found to be one of the causes of market fires. Fire as we know from the experts, can only happen if these three things are present, namely source of heat, combustible material and oxygen i.e. air.
lf any one of these is missing, there will be no fire. It has been realised that heat generated in wires have caused fires in the past and therefore, an effective system must be put in place to ensure that, only certain approved qualified electricians, can execute wiring jobs in our markets instead of the current situation where different electricians execute wiring with different types of wires, of different quality, dimensions etc.
Preventive inspections schedule must also be put in place to endure compliance with uniform wiring standard, as well as adherence to expiry dates of the wires.
What baffles me is why some MCEs and DCEs are still at post while things are deteriorating in their areas of influence and yet the President or the Minister for Local Government seems to be unwilling to relieve them of their positions. People have lost their lives, official count is about 37 lives, properties worth millions of Ghana Cedis have been destroyed, people’s livelihoods have been destroyed and they are at ground zero.
We can go on and on and on about the devastating impact of the recent floods. Suddenly, we have these local authority heads, all over the place, demolishing buildings after the flood. Is this not insanity? Where were the LUPSA Engineers who issue permits at the local assemblies?
If they were doing their jobs, for which they are paid every month, they would have seen people constructing structures at Ramseyer sites. They would have seen people putting up structures very close to the bank of streams or rivers and could have enforced the regulations, which could have averted the level of impact on lives and property.
One particular issue which drives me crazy is the Kasoa to Mallam Junction stretch of the N1. The traffic jam between West Hills Mall and Weija Junction is due to the flooding of a place called Ataala. Anytime it rains heavily, the area floods and vehicles moving from West Hills towards Weija cannot use their normal lane but are forced to switch to the inner lane of those headed towards West Hills Mall from Weija and it did not start yesterday. I am so, so disappointed. God Bless.
By Laud Kissi-Mensah
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The palaver of daily chop money

The romance between man and wife ends where chopmoney palaver begins. When the man is leaving for work and the woman’s face looks like a rainy day, anyone can guess that the chop money delivered is quite below sea level.
But when she smiles too broadly for comfort and waves her husband goodbye zealously, it means the man did not only perform well under the cover of darkness but also dished out the correct amount of chop money.
The typical matrimonial home is a complex one. Many factors contribute to fuelling or preventing occasional civil wars. When Pyram became a household word, some husbands and wives put heads together, went borrowing, sold their belongings and invested in the sham scheme.
When Pyram collapsed, many marriages got shattered beyond repair. Wives blamed their husbands and husbands complained about nagging wives. In a few instances, punches were traded. Crises could not be managed as debts soared and creditors wanted back their money.
Chop money grew slim. Only Mr Kofi Annan could negotiate a truce between warring partners as daggers were drawn. The Pyram palaver brought more woes to Sikaman than the joy it was supposed to bring.
Many women have died from distress and frustration. All their resources which were joyfully invested in the scheme cannot be retrieved.
“Today, the Government says it cannot use taxpayers’ money to pay those who lost various sums of money to the two money-doubling banks Pyram and Resource 5000 Ltd. “We told you not to take your monies there and you didn’t listen. Paddle your own canoe, or canoe your own paddle,’ says the Sikaman government.”
The chop money palaver in Sikaman is getting heady. People are citing chop money problems for their offences. The newspapers report of a man who allegedly injected his three-week-old daughter with DDT because the wife was disturbing him with chop money matters too much. He is being tried by the courts.
Some women claim they abandoned their babies because their fathers refused to offer chop money. So when they dump the babies in the latrine, they are relieved of any burden. Looks like maternal instincts are withering out of mothers. These are indeed times when mothers no longer love their children because of chop money palaver.
Stomach capacity
The amount of chop money a father gives out each day, week or month depends on the family size and the stomach capacity of each family stomach. Members of some families are very light eaters and little is spent on food. But for other families where some members have ‘double chambers’ the food budget requires additional funds.
Indeed, in some families, members have natural appetite for food whether or not they take peters (bitters). And when food isn’t enough, there can be an uprising against constituted domestic authority, the family equivalent of the Guinea Bissau rebellion.
Yes, where one person can eat four balls of kenkey and cry for more, but is given only two balls, he can get angry and start breaking louvres.
The chop money size also depends on the level of nutrition typical of each family. Some families believe in the third world theory that QUANTITY is better than QUALITY. The bigger the banku and the smaller the fish, all the better for Ghanaians. Yes quantity, not quality. Such families stock maize in bags.
Those who believe in quality spend much on vegetables, meat and fish and therefore spend more, but it is worth it because they are healthier and stronger. They also spend on fruits and are averse to the “quantity supremacy” theory.
The problem with chop money issues is that when the correct amount is not flowing, the women think the men are misapplying their salaries in overt pleasures. They accuse their husbands of drinking too much bitters and burukutu, and they can prove the accusation using a formula. They only have to smell the breath of their partners. The fuse can be great!
One woman told her neighbour when her husband comes back home drunk, he behaves like a walking distillery, swaggering like a drunken sailor. You’d think he has been baptised with raw akpeteshie or immersed in the stuff. Her only compliment was that in spite of his alcoholic status, the guy could perform. That is Viagra or no Viagra.
Women also accuse men of chasing other women in the same manner as a he-goat does. Half their salaries cannot be accounted for as a result, they claim. So when the chop money isn’t at least at sea-level, they must protest either noisily or stage a sit-down strike.
Domestic sit-down strikes by wives can cause problems. When a man takes full quarter and is expecting a wonderful dinner with soup and its accompaniments and comes to meet an empty table and a brooding woman, he can go berserk. The clash can be worse than a plane crash.
As it were, it all requires patience to make a marriage last, chop money or not.
This article was first published on Saturday, July 11, 1998




