Suddenly upon us was a three sided seating structure of high
seating benches, cramped with assortedly clad children swinging their legs and loudly
chanting to the conducting arm of one adult, whose frame made up the fourth
side of a square.
This was our first stop, Tarikom A, to watch 25 young “learners”, ages
between 8-14, who have never been to school, or have dropped out, keenly applying
their sound and symbol knowledge (phonics) to read personal copies of Karim
Kusaal Buku 1 (translation- Kusaal reader
Book 1- Kusaal is the local African language), each taking turns to perform
then to answer questions. The class then
stood, stretched and sang, before returning to more language exercises. Similarly, basic numeracy is also taught each
day.
Facilitator at Tarikom A- who took over the class in tragic circumstances, inspired by his daughter who taught the previous year, then sadly died. |
Taking to the red dust track again, after several minutes we
swung to the left and crossed a dried field to reach the welcome shade of a
large tree. Here, at Tarikom B school the same lively regime, using the same
simple paperback text books, with the additional use of a chalkboard for
illustration, instruction and learners participating, saw Ibrahim take the
opportunity for some coaching of the facilitator (title of the class
instructor) as he revised vowels with the learners- there are seven vowel
sounds and symbols in Kusaal.
Ibrahim coaching the class- and facilitator- with some extra onlookers under the tree. |
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