Friday, 13 July 2012

Nursery schools – prison and Odatai

Today we have been to the market and bought some food for today and tomorrow, Tom has taken Sam’s daughter to the clinic for tests see (Dr Tom goes Global) I met our friend Anne who I have missed on this visit, I've run a report and proposal writing chat/workshop, played with bubbles with assorted small children and visited Fortune's house.  We've had no power all day.

We’ve met some incredible people here. It sounds a cliché but it’s absolutely true!

Our Western concept of what it means to work hard or be busy, bears no comparison to some of the people here.  It’s a strange thing to get used to – on the one hand time keeping is non-existent and we seem to spend a lot of time waiting for one thing or another, but people are incredibly hard working and their days start at first light and end at darkness.  

When I came 2 years ago I was deeply moved by the plight of the children of women prisoners. If a woman is arrested and her children are at home with her, unless someone comes and offers to care for the children, they go with her to the prison, and there they stay.  Often the family will disown a woman in prison and the children get left and forgotten. Woman who are pregnant go to hospital with guards and the mother and baby go back to the prison together. Babies who are not being breastfed, and any other children, have to share the mother’s food.  They become institutionalised and sick. 

Our friend, Gertrude, who works for Global Care, is part of a team that visit women’s prisons and take in food, clothing & other necessities for the woman and children. 


his year she gave us exciting news. There are two new initiatives for the children of prisoners - there are almost 100 children in the system at the present time.




Children’s Home:  Two ladies offer a home to 22 children of prisoners. They apply for papers from the probation service for each child and then give the children back to their mothers on their release. It takes time to process the papers and if they are not given, the children can go to the day care centre.  The children’s home means that the only children left in prison are those who are still breast feeding or whose papers are not processed.
·        Day Care Centre   41 children attend the day care centre where they are given food and play and reading. They go back to stay overnight with their mothers in prison but to have the day out is a major improvement.

It is encouraging to know that people don’t give up – that they work tirelessly until they find a solution.  It’s hard for us to imagine a situation where children would be treated like this – but if you think hard about it you realise there are plenty of situations throughout the world where children are neglected and forgotten.  It’s easy to pretend it doesn’t happen in my country – then my conscience doesn't have to worry about it!  Note to Adrian W. – I feel another study topic brewing in my brain…..

Yesterday I met the lovely Betty who is the person entrusted by her community to look after a nursery school.  The parents and guardians were concerned that schools were a long way away and they decided to start their own initiative to bring the children together. Betty is the only teacher and she has had no training.  

 Betty said: “In 2010 we started with 25 children which is now lowered to 17 because of the challenges. These are that we have a major problem keeping children because they are very sickly, and parents are not able to support by providing food so they come with no food. They have nothing to sit on and sit on mud and cow dung. There are no learning kits like blackboard or chalk.”

Children are aged 3-5years and when they arrive at 8am they sweep their class and then start.  They pray, recite their alphabet, draw and sing and go home again at 10.30am because they are so young and also because there is no food to give them. 



The skills workshop here made them school uniforms which they were given yesterday.  










What incredible people – I wasn’t exaggerating was I?

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