| I pose with Joyce- showing off my first African dress. |
My blog covers my year in Ghana as a VSO volunteer, from September 2012-13. I will be working as a Special Education Adviser in the Bawku West district in the far north of Ghana. The views expressed in this blog are the author's own and do not reflect those of VSO.
Thursday, 4 October 2012
Low tech - High skill
In every city and town in Ghana, around the market places, alongside the fabric stalls, there are booths with tailors and seamstresses operating sewing machines to make a living creating and decorating garments.
The many thousands involved in this trade are a testimony to the desire to earn a living through gainful employment. The relatively slack level of business observed reflects the general lack of money to spend, with too much supply to meet the demand.
Zebilla is no different.
Here, my first visit to the seamstress has been a success.
If a garment is to be made, fabric is chosen and bought in advance, from a market stall or a street seller with piles of cloth balanced on the head.
Joyce sews my dress
The many thousands involved in this trade are a testimony to the desire to earn a living through gainful employment. The relatively slack level of business observed reflects the general lack of money to spend, with too much supply to meet the demand.
Zebilla is no different.
Here, my first visit to the seamstress has been a success.
If a garment is to be made, fabric is chosen and bought in advance, from a market stall or a street seller with piles of cloth balanced on the head.
The choice is varied, the colours and patterns bold. The
particular design and print seems to choose you: one bolt of cloth will catch
your eye saying “Pick me, pick me.” One yard- yes, measurements are in inches,
feet and yards- will make a skirt, two for a short dress and four for a full
length dress or pants and matching top.
From here, you go to the seamstress. While there are
pictures of popular traditional African and modern designs, with a sketch,
descriptions, gesturing and discussion, the final garment can be of your own
creation and imagination. Technical skills are impressively high, limited only
by a lack of accessories and the capacity of basic hand-powered sewing
machines.
I was directed to Joyce, who runs a typical enterprise in
the Zebilla market area, employing three young women. I wanted a formal dress,
I explained, suitable for work. The style was agreed on. My measurements were
taken and chalked onto the wall. I was dismissed and given a return date.
Material is marked with chalk according to a pattern in the
cutter’s head, then pieces cut.
With minimal pinning, the garment is made up and adjusted as
needed when the client comes for the fitting. The process is leisurely and
friendly, with plenty of chatter and questions. I returned to Joyce to try on
my dress, a few alterations were made, the dress was carefully pressed, the
agreed price paid, and I proudly wore my first African dress.
Sunday, 30 September 2012
It's a small world
Working in Ghana, in development, is truly an international
experience.
A one day strategy discussion, involving 14 people, with VSO Ghana programme staff and volunteers
working in collaboration across several disciplines found me sharing ideas and debating with men
and women from Ghana, the UK, Canada, the Philippines, Uganda, Kenya and
Romania.
Later, stopping at the Tasty Food café for a snack, I fell into conversation
with a volunteer from Estonia, working with a small charity sponsoring
individual children into education.
The multilingual abilities of colleagues from other
countries continue to shame me, as I struggle to grasp the basics of Kusaal,
the African language spoken locally in Zebilla.
A treat to send home: while on a walk one evening, when rain was threatening,
a beautiful rainbow peeped within a funnel shaped cloud.
Monday, 24 September 2012
Welcome to Zebilla 5
Welcome to Zebilla 4
Homes are in clusters, and planning seems to be organic,
related to streams and higher ground, with no grid system of streets or lanes.
Initially this is confusing as everywhere “looks the same” but within a few
days the inner compass takes control and small details become guiding
landmarks.
| Compound and swept yard opposite our house |
A walk of a few minutes takes me onto the smaller back road
of Zebilla, overlooking the town and the distant hills bordering Burkina Faso.
With minimal traffic, only motor bikes and occasional three
wheeled vehicles pulling a cart, and all negotiating the dirt road, the pace is
slow, passing company plentiful and greetings the universal custom.
As volunteers we are aware we are generously catered for,
with a bedroom each, fresh tap water and electricity, an indoor bathroom with a
shower (cold) and two fridges in the kitchen. The traditional homes have none
of these facilities and large families occupying each compound.
Welcome to Zebilla 3
A view of our house from the pathway. It is currently the rainy season, so the vegetation is lush. Maize grows in the fore ground.
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