Over the past weeks, I have found myself reflecting deeply on my work in the community where I serve. What started as a simple effort to strengthen engagement has turned into a valuable lesson—one that...
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They had their pencils, pens, markers, sticky notes, and papers ready, prepared to survey the land with layered precision. Prior to this day, during my mission briefing to the women of Tokokoe Abudi as a...
You can know all the CorpsAfrica development approaches; ABCD, HCD, CLD, but without effective facilitation, none of them will truly work. Knowledge alone isn’t enough; how you guide people through the process is what brings...
Can I Tell You a Story? Growing up, I was that young girl who adored fashion; always curious, always sketching, always wanting to learn more. I didn’t know it then, but every stitch I practiced...
One Saturday morning, after finishing my household chores, I had no particular plans for the day. I sat quietly, wondering how to make good use of my time. That’s when I heard a neighbor calling...
As I stepped into my host family’s home in the remote village of Naha, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. Born and raised in Kumasi, the cultural hub of Ghana’s Ashanti Region,...
“Questions for the gods to answer.”Funny enough, this was what came to mind after asking myself the following questions: “Do I have to convert to Islam before I can integrate with the people of Dehia?”...
As part of my integration into the rural community where I currently volunteer, I recently facilitated a liquid soap production training for the women and young girls in my community since they showed interest in...
Written by CorpsAfrica/Ghana Volunteer Mr. Victor Annani Togborlo It was an ineffable nostalgia when I entered the KG2 classroom. At the same time though, I couldn’t help feeling slightly wistful about a congested class of...
Written by CorpsAfrica/Ghana Volunteer Mr. Daniel Amoah (One Danny) Wait until I tell you why. After I had settled in my community, my home visits and community transient walks (as ways of integrating), were uncountable....
