Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Recovery is definitely in its infancy here.....




Art Work on a Restaurant Wall

This will be my longest and, perhaps, least entertaining of all posts on this blog but this, after all, is why I am here in Ghana.  A lot has been happening and this is a subject that I am passionate about; though I realize it may hold little interest to others.  So, read or don’t read; it is my blog!!!  As always, the comments that follow are my opinions and interpretations of what I have been told or have personally observed and may bear little or no resemblance to actual fact.

I am a student of social work at Portland State University.  The chance to enhance my education by doing an international field placement with a social services agency in Ghana was put on my path.  I am so grateful that I did not turn down this opportunity.  It has been a rewarding experience in so many ways.  I have learned that I actually have useful knowledge, skills, and abilities in the field of Addiction and Recovery.  I had mentally taken work in this field “off the table” as a career path.  I have found, through the work I am doing in Ghana, that not only do I enjoy working with clients in early recovery, I seem to have a knack for the work, and I feel that I am doing something important.  Although the field of Alcohol and Drug Treatment is not quite back on the table it is no longer shoved to the back of the pantry!!
I Like Flowers!!!!

Recovery is definitely in its infancy here.  Religiosity is apparent in nearly every aspect of Ghanaian life, including the ideas, beliefs, and attitudes about addiction and recovery.  One man told a story of his family’s belief that “juju” (magic or witchcraft) had been worked on the family in the form of his “disgraceful” use of alcohol.  The belief was that a demon had been placed in his belly with a thirst for alcohol that could not be quenched as a form of punishment for some perceived sin or wrongdoing.  The man was subject, on more than one occasion, to community members trying to “beat” the demon out of him.  Another talked of being forced to participate in week long “prayer services” in the hopes that he would be “saved” from his own sinful ways.  

I don’t pretend to understand addiction, although I do have some knowledge on the subject, nor do I wish to be perceived as sitting in judgment of beliefs that conflict with my own.  Joseph Campbell once said, “Remember, one man’s superstition is another man’s religion.”  I try to be open-minded when it comes to other belief systems.  I do believe, however, that addiction is “a primary, chronic, progressive, and fatal disease,” which, with help, can be managed.  Much as with the disease of diabetes, people can manage the disease of addiction and live long, productive, and useful lives.  In the United States this idea is gaining wide acceptance and, fortunately, the idea is catching on in Ghana, too.

House of St. Francis
For the past month I have been working 40 plus hours per week at the House of St. Francis (HSF), a residential treatment center for men in Ashaiman, Ghana -- one of only a handful of treatment centers in the country.  The house currently has 15 clients with room for up to 44.  There are five staff members including a full-time resident cook (Rueben) who prepares 21 meals per week, a resident house manager (George), two resident peer counselors (John and Mark), and a program supervisor (Byron) who lives off site.  To the best of my knowledge these dedicated and devoted men are volunteers who receive room and board and/or a small stipend for their service.  

Dan
Dan O’Laughlin is the chair of a Non-Government Organization (NGO) called the Hopeful Way Foundation and is the man who made my work at HSF possible.  The NGO was established to encourage and support recovery in Ghana and helps fund HSF.  It gets pretty complicated and my summary here simplifies matters to an extreme.  The Catholic Archdiocese for Ashaiman actually owns the facility and is set to take over its daily operations in two years.  The Catholic Church gave Hopeful Way Foundation three years to get the program “up and running”.   The first year anniversary of HSF is August 1st.  

 Dan has tirelessly sought funding and support from various sources to keep HSF going.  He divides his time between the United States and Ghana.  There is expectation among Hopeful Way board members, HSF staff, and their supporters that, at the end of the three years, the Archdiocese will turn the running of the facility officially over to Hopeful Way leaving the operation of the facility in the hands of recovery professionals.  Helping to promote and support recovery in Ghana has been a labor of love for Dan and many, many others over the last several years.

When I was preparing to come to Ghana I was under the impression that I would be working with women who have substance abuse issues.  Indeed, HSF launched a women’s outpatient treatment facility on 16 July, 2013.  I was there for the “big” day.  No one showed up.  The women’s center has been open for a couple of weeks now and we are still waiting for our first client.  I did not have a clue the extent of stigma placed on alcohol and drug use and abuse in this country.  It’s bad for men but it is even worse for the women.  Even the male clients I work with are, in general, very negative about women using, let alone abusing, drugs and alcohol.  In this culture, heavy into denial, “women just do not drink, smoke, or use drugs.”  Professionals say that there is a “conspiracy of silence” about the prevalence of substance abuse among women and the problem is firmly behind closed doors.  It will take a very courageous woman to step out of the doors of her isolation and through the doors of the treatment facility.  Once she does, I believe others will follow in quick succession. 
Water Carriers

So, what have I been doing? – a great deal of education about the disease of addiction.  There are three woman who are “in charge” of the facility. 
Sister Brigit
The Church has assigned a nun, Sister Brigit, to oversee the program on their behalf.  She is firm in her belief that overcoming the “weakness” of addiction is a matter of learning “self-discipline”.  There are also two young
Stella
Clinical Psychologists, Jennifer and Stella, who are involved in the project.  They are fully aware of the “disease concept” of addiction but are genuinely puzzled as to why a person, after becoming aware of and educated about the disease, could ever choose to use again (relapse).  I daresay that neither of these beliefs is all that different than the belief of many people in the United States.  I also need to add that these three women are all dedicated to helping people with the disease of addiction and are willing to learn.  Although not addicts themselves they see the devastation caused by the disease to the addict, their families, and society. They genuinely want to help make a difference.

I have been sharing my experience in this area and answering the rapid fire questions that each of these three women have about the disease.  Often my answer is “I don’t know” and I have been doing a lot of research to try and find answers.  Other times I think I offer valuable insight into the biology and psychology of the disease and offer the idea that addicts are not “hopeless” and, given the chance at recovery, will become useful and productive members of society.  

Stella, Jennifer and I have also been doing some brainstorming to try to identify barriers to reaching women addicts and identifying ways to overcome these barriers.  We have been talking to doctors in clinics, religious leaders in churches, social service agencies, youth groups,
Reaching Out to Youth Groups
and women’s groups.  We are planning to speak at churches (hopefully I will be able to participate in this before I leave Ghana) and are in the process of getting permission from various church leaders to have some time devoted during the weekly services.  There is also the idea of going into the market area (which is so not like the market experience in the United States!!)
To Market, To Market.......
and distributing informational flyers.  Literacy, although fairly high in general, is often lower among women.  We are discussing the use of a “pictorial flyer” that will be more readily understandable to a greater number of women.  I brought several “pocket” sized recovery books with me from the United States.  Stella has given a couple to women who “have a friend” they are concerned about.  We agree that, with the stigma attached to addiction, these small books that can be concealed in a pocket or a purse are ideal for women who have concerns about being “found out”.

Because I have several hours work each week and the women’s program is, regrettably, taking so little of my time, I am also working with the male clients and staff at HSF. Mr. Amigashi from the Korle-Bu Teaching Hospital’s Addictive Disease Unit (ADU) refers men to HSF.  There is one client from Cote d’ Ivorie (Ivory Coast) who speaks only French.  I have access to a translator program and have used it to translate much of the material used at the treatment center from English into French so that this client can have a better understanding of what is being taught at HSF. 

The current curriculum used at HSF is called Recovery Dynamics; a 12-Step based recovery program.  Although it is very good it does not contain a Relapse Prevention segment.  I have been doing a lot of research in this area and have put together a 4-hour training session on recognizing stages and signs of relapse and understanding how to turn a potential relapse around.  I have facilitated an education and discussion training session based on my research and existing knowledge of the subject. I will be delivering this training one more time before I leave Ghana and staff members at HSF are working with me to further develop this training material and turn it into a regular part of client education.  

I have also been given the opportunity to do some one-on-one “counseling” with the men at HSF.  What this actually amounts to is my listening to them talk about their experience and nodding my head empathetically. Since there is so little “long-term” recovery in Ghana I have also been given the chance to do some 12-Step work with individual men.  Although AA is alive and kicking in Ghana, meetings are not always easy to get to and sponsorship is not always easy to find.  I have some knowledge in this area and have been helping to guide a couple of men at HSF through Steps One, Two, and Three.
The Principles

One last area where my skills are being put to use is in the development of Position Descriptions for the jobs that the dedicated staff members at HSF are currently doing on a voluntary basis.  There is hope that, someday soon, there will be funding available to make these paid staff positions.  When that happens there is a need to be ready to justify funding for each, hopefully, well-defined position.  I am glad to be able to contribute my talents in this endeavor.  

I have also had the opportunity to spend some time with Sylvester Adu from the Narcotics Control  Board of Ghana (NACOB).  NACOB’s main goal is to ensure a drug-free society through simultaneous supply and demand reduction measures. This is being done through enforcement and control, education and prevention, and treatment, rehabilitation and social re-integration.   Mr. Adu is really an incredible man.   He is the Head of Social Rehabilitation and Precursor Chemicals Unit of NACOB and is really dedicated to social education on the disease of addiction.  He has spent time in the United States visiting various treatment centers and received training in Recovery Dynamics in Little Rock, Arkansas.  He spends time teaching at HSF and is dedicated to NACOB’s efforts to reduce demand for illegal drugs in Ghana.  Much of the time he spends on social education and working with clients at HSF goes above and beyond his duties as a NACOB employee.      
Dr. Al Mooney
I have also had the opportunity to meet Dr. Al Mooney, who is co-author of “The Recovery Book” and chair of the Willingway Foundation. For the last half century this Georgia born foundation has been committed to reducing the suffering of individuals and families who have been impacted by alcoholism and other drug addictions.  Dr. Mooney has also been involved in starting an NGO called Recovery Africa, which is still in its initial stages of formation and growth.  

From July 17 – 25 Dr. Mooney was in Ghana to help spread the message of addiction treatment and recovery and to conduct training sessions for interested Ghanaians.  I was fortunate enough to be in Ghana at the same time as Dr. Mooney and was able to benefit from his extensive knowledge in the field of recovery.   



"Dr. Al's" Class
The training Dr. Mooney was doing was billed as a “Peer Counselor Training Course”.   This was anything but “peer” training.  Most of the attendants were not addicts which meant, to me, that they were not “peers”.  I was getting a little incensed that the training was not “going my way”. Then I started paying attention to what was really happening.  I realized that there are pockets of recovery all over Ghana.  Most of these are run by caring individuals who fight for funding and resources.  They are dedicated to the ideas of education, treatment, and recovery, that addiction is a disease that can be managed, and that addicts in recovery can benefit society and are “worth the effort”.  

I started to realize that Dr. Mooney’s training was the first time that these isolated pockets of individuals and groups working in recovery had the opportunity to get together as “peers” in the field of treatment and recovery.  They exchanged ideas and contact information.  People who felt they were alone in their efforts were shown that there are many throughout Ghana dedicated to the same principles of recovery – though they may go about it in different ways.  I began to realize that I may have been witness to a giant step for recovery in Ghana; the beginning of a collaborative process between different social service agencies working towards the same goal.  I felt grateful to be witness to something of this potential magnitude. 

Change is a process not an event.  Recovery is definitely in its infancy here.   I would love to be able to transport into the future to see what recovery, for women and men, looks like in Ghana in five or ten years.  

I recognize that this is a very long post and may be of interest to few, but I am hoping that I will be able to take what I have written here, tweak it a bit, and satisfy any writing assignments that may be require!!!!!







Sunday, July 21, 2013

Random Thoughts, Observations, and Photographs


Interesting artwork.  On top at "Global Mammas"  underneath,  one of the many bottled water company's logos.
Want to check out a set of these before I leave!


There are several things going on in my daily life in Ghana that don’t actually warrant a complete blog entry on their own but are definitely worth mentioning.  As stated before these are my observations and interpretations of events and are not necessarily “facts”. 

Ø  I have an accent!!!  What a surprise to me.  I am a bit ethnocentric, OK a lot ethnocentric, and I figure everyone knows U.S. English is the “proper” way to speak the language.  Not considering that, being from the Pacific Northwest, I often have trouble understanding my Southern friends or that Northeastern hard “a” and missing “r”.    In Ghana, where English is the national language, people actually have trouble understanding me.  What???  I’ve been told, “Speak slowly and loudly and enunciate clearly".  Still, it is interesting how two people speaking English    have such a hard time understanding each other’s words.  I am, however, starting to get an ear for Ghanaian English and saying “huh?” much less often.  I am truly grateful for the helpfulness of the Ghanaian people.  If one person does not understand (either me or the other person) there is often a third person around who is able to translate. 
o   I should add here that there are at least 19 different tribal languages and several dialects of each language. Nearly every Ghanaian, in addition to English, speaks their tribal language and at least one other tribal language and many also speak French; pretty impressive. Sometimes though I am actually correct in assuming that two Ghanaians are “not even speaking English”.  


My Classmates:  Lisa, Kari, Tim, and Katy

Ø  People here “hiss” to get your attention.  It took a bit of getting used to.  There are a few other methods used for attracting my attention.  “Obroni” is, perhaps, the most common and the most effective considering I am usually the only “obroni” around.  Madame is used often and sometime sister. But my personal favorite is “Auntie”.  Seems that all women of a “certain age” are referred to as Auntie.  Whatever the cut off is for the “Auntie” stage of life it seems I have met the requirement.

 


o   A few comments on the words “obroni” and “obibini”; they have come to mean “white person” and “black person”.  Because I have an interest in Etymology and Morphology these two words caught my interest and I wanted to know more about them.  Research tells me that the original meaning of the words were “from away” and “from here”.  So, one could be black and not from Ghana and still be “obroni”.  Over time, with more connection to Europeans, the “from away” came to mean “white person”.   Is this true?  I don’t know, but I love it.    



Average day at the market

  Examples of various farm animals I no longer take picture of!!                                                                                                  

 


Ø  Goat, cow, chicken, sheep are all “free range” here.  Even in the cities!!  It is not uncommon to see cows being herded across busy streets or goat herds, at the end of the day, running down the road as if they know exactly where they are going and are in a hurry to get there.  These “farm animals” are actually a benchmark for me in my adjustment to life in Ghana.  For the first couple of weeks I would take out the camera every time I saw a cow and start snapping pictures – much to the amusement of the people around me.  Four weeks into the gig I just wind my way through the herd and keep on going.



Not sure  "wash me" will be enough for this one.

Abandoned car I pass each day on the way to work.
Ø  My skin seems a fascinating topic to some of the women here; probably the men, too, but the women are much more vocal in their “curiosity” and “opinions”.  Although familiar with white skin through a variety of mediums, especially television and film, I think that I may be the first white women that some have spent a significant amount of time around.  They have seen my skin color change over time.  They also observe that I am a “variety” of different colors:  pink when there is a slight burn, white where sun does not reach, and a variety of shades of tan depending on a particular body parts exposure to the sun.  I have been told that it is anywhere from “interesting”, “strange”, “unattractive”, "funny" to, my personal favorite, “ugly”.  One woman said that I should lie naked in the sun so that I would have one skin tone all over and it would look much nicer. 

o   After looking at my naked body in the mirror for a while I have to say that I am inclined to agree.  The various skin tones of my body are very noticeable and not very attractive; especially the blotchy areas where I have burned (despite liberal applications of 45 SPF) and began to peel.  The more uniform skin tone of the Ghanaian women is much more glamorous.

Light load today.




Ø  I’ve said a lot about tro-tro’s in previous posts.  I found out something about them that makes me admire the system even more.  Since I’ve been in Ghana, a whopping one month now, “petrol” prices have steadily increased.  The price has risen from about $4 per gallon (it’s sold in liters; had to do some math to figure out that one!) to around $4.50 per gallon.  Yet the tro-tro fares have not increased.  Since the fares are amazingly cheap – it costs me less than one dollar to get to work (35 cents) and back (25 cents) – I was surprised that the price has stayed the same.  It turns out that tro-tro's are “fixed priced” and any increases are determined at a governmental level.   The Ghanaian government subsidizes the system.  Drivers and their mates need to feed their families too!

o   Someone with a better understanding of economics may disagree with me but I think this is pretty amazing.  This subsidization of a major public mass transit system allows thousands, if not millions, of Ghanaians to be able to afford to get to work each day.  Although Ghana is considered a LEDC (Less Economic Developed Country) it is also recognized as the having the fastest growing economy in all of Western Africa.  My uninformed opinion is that the tro-tro system contributes significantly to this economic growth.  

Mmmmm, turkey.....
o   I have also become aware that this system of transportation is classist.  The family that I am staying with finds it very “amusing” that I am so fascinated with the tro-tro’s and “quaint” that I find the experience an adventure and quite a lot of fun.  My host’s 21 year old nephew has only ridden on a tro-tro three times in his entire life!!  They say that if I had to do it every day I would soon grow tired and purchase my own car (side note: car prices in Ghana are at least twice as much as in the U.S.).  No doubt this is true.  But it does not lessen my admiration of this system. 

Ø  Although I have lots of bits and pieces of Ghana running around in my head I think I will end with one last observation (I’ll have more random bits at a later time – if the internet gods allow).  There is a copious number of “Goodwill” type used clothing vendors around.  I’ve learned that used clothing is referred to by some as “Obroni wawu” which translates as “dead white man’s clothes”.  The source of this affordable clothing often comes from “charity” imports.   

These guys are everywhere and they are fast.
o   A result of the used clothing business I see shirts advertising all sorts of “things” and, I have found,  the wearer most often has absolutely no idea what they are advertising.  The shirt fit, was in good shape, and at the right price.  A few of my personal favorites:  a guy wearing a bowling shirt for some team called the Red Devils and the name “Shirley” embroidered over the left front pocket, a kid wearing a Spiderman t-shirt and having no idea who Spiderman is, a tro-tro mate wearing a Walmart vest and using the pockets to hold change, a guy wearing a soccer team shirt from Wichita, Kansas (my home state), and a woman wearing a Top Ramen shirt. 

o   One t-shirt actually had the power to make me homesick.  It said, “Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die.”  A football (soccer) playing pre-teen boy was wearing this shirt and I have little doubt that he had no idea who William Goldman is let alone read his book or seen the movie, The Princess Bride, yet it brought a pang of homesickness that nearly brought me to my knees.  This is my one of my best friend’s favorite movies and I love it, too.  I miss you, Laurie.  Thanks for taking care of my boys!!!!

Pond near where I live in Mataheko.
Cute little goat scratching its back on farm equipment
o   Another made me realize that the universe works in some mysterious ways.  The shirt a young woman was wearing congratulated the owner of the shirt on 10 gallons of blood donated at the Akron, Ohio Blood Bank.  A little over 78 years ago an event happened in that same U.S. city that saved the lives of countless people all over the world; including my own.




























Sunday, July 14, 2013

It’s Part of the Experience!!! or TMI



The following  post may be considered “over-share”, too much information (TMI), or just plain too explicit but here it is anyway.  It’s part of the experience. And when it happens, it will be in the most inconvenient place, at the most inconvenient (and retrospectively humorous) time. Read at your own risk.  

So, no travelogue would be complete without the obligatory “unpleasant gastrointestinal experience”.  It happens to everyone who travels.  This entry will not be accompanied by a pictorial representation nor will it be relayed in first person narrative style.  By using third person style one can pretend to be an uninvolved person who conveys the story and not the character about which the story is being told (not being an English major narrative styles may get mixed; purists, forgive me).  In other words, I can pretend that this was not me!!!

You are walking down the street having a great day; just finished work, sun is shining, birds are singing, you’re thinking how wonderful life is ­ everything is hunky dory.  Then it hits.  That twinge that begins with a stomach cramp goes through both intestines into the lower bowels ending with the desperate clenching of the butt cheeks and the posture that is suddenly erect; all this within a fraction of a second.  The twinge causes you to clench your teeth and grab hard to the nearest available solid object.  The one that causes you to do that awkward two-step shuffle/run where you walk as fast as possible while keeping the anus clenched as tightly as conceivable (sometimes using the hands to help because the butt muscles are just not strong enough) your mind totally focused on the anticipation of a convenient toilet. 

What I'd Hoped For


Then the inevitable happens.  You realize that was not “just a fart”.  And there is more on its way.  You clench harder.  You sit down hoping to “push” it back up.  You pray (there are no atheists suffering this particular gastrointestinal nightmare) that you can just hold it for as long as it takes to find a toilet. 

What I Would Have Settled For


Then you surrender to the inescapable.  You start looking for a tree, a bush, a rock, any place where you can have just a smidgen of privacy.  The realization sinks in that you are not going to find any of those things.  This is the Greater Accra region of Southern Ghana.  What you find is red dirt.  You are also in a country of nearly 25 million people (Oregon, approximately the same size as Ghana, has a population of about 4 million people) and they all seem to be nearby at this point in time.  You are not going to find a private hiding spot to do what you have to do.  

So, as discretely as possible you crabwalk off the path and try to blend into the wall surrounding the Queen’s Hotel.  Being, possibly, the only “obroni” in the entire city of Ashaiman makes the blending in part a fantasy that you tell yourself so you feel better about the circumstances.

What I Got


With This On the Other Side!!!
You hike your dress (which women are expected to wear to work) up so that you can peel the clinging, sweat soaked, feces sullied men’s boxers off while attempting to soiling yourself as little as possible.  You’ve been wearing men’s boxers because your upper thighs are, well, corpulent and the friction of flesh rubbing flesh can be extremely painful. Then you let ‘er rip, clean yourself as best you can with the “wet wipes” you’ve learned to carry everywhere you go, and deposit the boxers in one of those convenient black plastic bags you find on the ground everywhere.  Normally the black bags are troubling by right now you are just grateful for them.



Going commando, you then lower your dress and walk off, slightly bowlegged to prevent the above mentioned chaffing, nonchalantly as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened.  You mentally prepare for your rear end to once again explode into a terrifying rectal squirt gun.  Fortunately, you make the mile long walk and the half hour tro-tro ride back home without a repeat of the above.  

Safely at home you determine that your boxers are salvageable with a vigorous washing and a good pair of underwear has not suffered a grisly demise.

A few hours later you are very grateful that this seems a single event and not a case of Traveler’s Diarrhea (TD), Mummy Tummy, Thai Two-Step, Roman Runs, Turkey Trots, Delhi Belly, Bangla Dash, Montezuma’s Revenge, Back Door Sprint, Gringo Gallop, Chile Waters, or any other politically incorrect term you may know for Enterotoxigenic escherichia coli or E-coli as it is commonly called.  Though rarely fatal for travelers it can put you out of commission for several days.  

Diarrhea caused by contaminated drinking water does, however, kill nearly 500,000 children in Lesser Developed Countries every year.  Think about that the next time you buy a bottle of water- thereby turning it into a valuable commodity- when you have safe drinking water that comes directly from the tap.  Safe drinking water at the turn of a faucet is a privilege not shared by much of the world’s population.  Another thing that many of us can add to our gratitude lists……