"Silent Screams..."

Gifty Pearl Correspondent
Posted July 31, 2009 from Ghana
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I saw her with my naked eyes galloping along one of the main city streets of Accra chasing cars -taxis, private BMWs and “trotros”(a public transport other than a taxi). When the traffic lights brought the cars to a halt she briskly walked to a chosen car bringing her right hand out hoping to get money from the driver or passengers. She looked grubby, frail and hungry. Her fingers and nails clogged with dirt, her dress looked unwashed for weeks. When my eyes fell on her feet, I realized one of her slippers was torn.

Her name is Aicha and she is 9. As she comes closer to my taxi she smiled revealing a yellowish set of tiny teeth that has not been brushed for weeks. She spoke to me in the only line in the Twi Language that she knows “ma mi sika”(give me money) and my nose was offended but my heart fell in love with her. I wondered where her parents could be. In our short conversation, she told me her name and that she came from Niger. Language was a barrier to our conversation as she understood little English and Twi.

Before I could fish for coins in my purse to give to her, the green light was on and my cab flew away. My heart was swollen with anger. Holy anger- Why should a little girl of her age be on the street begging? Is it poverty? Is it illiteracy? Is it lack of values? The more I asked myself these questions, the more exasperate I become. Should any reason be justified not to take proper care of children-feed them, cloth them and send them to school? Should there be a reason why children should be loitering on streets or working on farms, be at quarries instead of attending school when they did not come into this world by themselves? Where are their parents and families? What went wrong? What can be done? As these questions bagged my head I realised it was an early Monday and children of Aicha’s age are in school.

Like Aicha, many children wake up to find themselves on the street during school days and hours because of poverty and its related difficulties. Days after days, weeks after weeks and months after months, I see many of her age and frail frame on the streets from different places begging for alms. Some children come with elderly physically challenged folks. Others are sent out alone and tasked to beg for alms. What is the future of such children without education in the 21st Century? How would they survive without education in a world that is growing with different global challenges of wide sizes, heavy weights and mountain Everest heights?

Like a film, my own childhood started unfolding:

As far as I remember, I was just about 6. I went to school sometimes. Sometimes I had to stay home and work on my grand father’s farm close to our house. My job was mainly to drive fowls that will pick the corn and millet seeds my grand father had sewed. Though I was too young to work on a farm, my figure was big enough to scare and drive fowls away. My grand parents had no education and knew little about the importance of education. Much as I wanted to be in school my voice was too tiny to be heard let alone respected then. From my background, “children were to be seen and not heard”.

I wanted to be in school-to read, to calculate and to draw. Though I was rarely in school, I knew that for me to afford a good pair of shoes like the ones my teacher wore I should have to read hard. I remember admiring my class teacher very much the times I went to school. She spoke fluent English and I would tell myself, “one day I will be able to speak fluent English like Miss…I cannot remember the name now. Against my oversized sweater and unappealing school uniform, I admired her red blouse and her high heeled shoes which tick- talked as she majestically walked in the class. She was a good tutor who knew how to motivate her students. She always bought me “Kulikuli” (peanut balls) the times I read very well in class not knowing that in most cases this was my best and only meal for the day.

My early homes

My Grandparents’ home was built with mud and roofed with thatch. There was no electricity, potable water nor tarred paved roads in our village. There was one school. No clinic. Occasionally nurses will come from somewhere to our schools and give us injection. I never liked that and always screamed! I spent a lot of my time with my grand mom. We went to the river side to fetch water, the market to sell and the farm to harvest groundnut. My trips to and from the riverside, through the bushy paths that made me wish someday I may live to see potable water in this community that was also adversely affected with the absence of opportunities, infrastructure and safety.

I had friends in the community. We played together, plucked mangoes together, swam in the rivers and bathed sheep. There were times we just wandered in the bushes. I had no idea where my father was at that age though later I learnt I lost him. My Granny was to me my mother until the spell was broken one day-“your mother is in the City and will be here one day”.

The Exodus

As my mum and I sat in big bus to Accra I was filled with mixed feelings. I had a bond with my Grand mum and it was painful “running away” from her. We had to escape as my grandparents would not allow me to leave them for reasons best known to them. The journey to Accra was long but one that will give me a new life and destiny wrapped with it unique challenges…

Early life in Accra

I woke up one morning to realize I was alone. All alone. By myself. I was 10. I was to take care of myself spiritually, emotionally, physically, socially and economically and health wise whiles as my mum travelled from one city to another as a trader. I felt lonely, neglected and wished things were different. I knew my mother did not wish to leave me but she had no choice -. She was a single mother –a widow.

Though I did not feel the heat of a gunshot, nor the edge of a sharp knife stabbing me then I felt the heat of neglect, the stung of lack of parental love and care because of poverty. My younger brother was in the village and I was yet to meet and to know my elder siblings. That is another chapter of my life story. Night after night, beads of sweat formed on my forehead without permission. It was hot and stuffy, sometimes cold and silent. One night I woke up. Sat up and told myself-poverty is not good. This situation has to be changed and this change must begin with me!

Teenage years.

It was not until after Senior High School that I became actively involved in issues that affected children, youth and women. I had experienced and seen many young people beaten by poverty and lack of education. Many young people have dreams were threatened by those same two factors. University education was challenging for me without a proper source of income but it was worth staying at University i graduated with a degree in French and in Linguistics proud of my mother.

Accra Today

As I walk through the streets of Accra today there are many sights and sounds but the ones that I cannot just hear or see walk away are the sounds of children, youth and women who are poverty stricken. I see many children in the streets-beggars, petty traders, some Ghanaians most foreigners. There are young, hungry, and frail with no education nor proper homes. I wonder where their families are what their future will be. The United Nations Convention on the Rights of Child spells out clearly the fact families, communities and nations are responsible for the well being of every child.

I see many young women thronged and chocked the city in their quest to escape poverty and its related myriad challenges. Many are abused and exposed to many dangers in the city because of poverty as some do not have homes to live in.

Research findings in Ghana reveals two categories of street children - the ‘typical’ Ghanaian street child who lives and works on the street and the urban poor child, who survives daily on the street but still has some family ties.

According to Catholic Action for Street Children (CAS), a local Non Governmental Organization (N.G.O.) established in 1993 to provide support to children living on the street of Accra, Ashaiman and Tema Metropolis 86% of the children who find themselves permanently on the streets are within the age range of 7 – 15 yearsThe latest head count by CAS, conducted in 2006 in the selected areas of Tema and Ashaiman, proved the number of street children to be a horrifying 21,140. In addition to this, there were 7500 street mothers who were below the age of 20 and another 14,500 urban poor children. These statistics show the alarming rise in the number of children who live, work and spend at least some of their time on the streets of Accra. These are the children that CAS strives to help.

We may not be feeling knives stabbing us or guns searing hearts nor even as a country experiencing the disruption of war scattering many but poverty and its related complications continue to sting many young souls and displace many families as many people try to break the poverty circle in their families .Scores of women have and still struggle and go through hard times to raise and educate their children. Many girls braved and still brave the storm of poverty to make it themselves who they are today. Though the Ghana Government, international organizations, NGO and individuals are working earnestly to curb this problem, Accra, the capital, is still home to over 20,000 street children on the street . Education as a development tool

I believe there is a correlation between literacy/education and Development as education harness people’s potential, enriches a country’s human resources and is the key to an individual and community development. Most people who are educated take initiatives to contribute effectively to development and cultivate attitudes to the break poverty circle in families and communities by engaging in income generating activities.

When people’s lives are improved through education and opportunities, they are refined, trained with skills to contribute to the nation’s wealth. Many human resources are being wasted because of illiteracy and I strongly believe that until we wake up and take responsibility of making sure that every child born on earth gets the chance to go to school we would be digging holes in our pockets. Education should be free and accessible to every child on earth. Everyone has a responsibilty. Individuals need to live responsibly, Governments and the International Community must be fair in Trade deals.

My Vision, My Eforts, My Motivation

I look forward to seeing a Ghana and a world where every child is in school and is properly taken care of. A country where women are assertive and financially independent-being able to generate their own income in order to survive and support their own families. I believe we can achieve this through quality education for all. I believe I have a role to play as an individual. In my desire to help; I have set up a foundation-GREIGHT FOUNDATION with the mission of empowering children, youth and women in communities through mentorship and education.

As efforts to empower children and young people from difficult backgrounds to go to school and realize their dreams, -I mobilize a group of friends and we visit a particular community (Obrachire) to encourage the children/young people to believe in their dreams through empowerment and self development workshop trainings. -Currently I am mobilizing funds from friends to support needy children in schools to help pay their tuition; buy books and some stationery. For instance there are two students who would be going to Senior High School this September.

For a long term development plan - I am working on connecting children and young people from difficult backgrounds with their peers and other people who would love to mentor them by encouraging them to hold on to their dreams. -I hope to be able to set up a resource centre (A community library, a computer laboratory, a career and counseling Service Centre) as a long term development plan for one particular community.

I want to leave this world knowing that a life was transformed by my efforts because I ever lived. For the girls who have dreams; who scream silently in secret corners for a better life-hold on to your dreams. A new era is here-where women have been connected to help each other realize their dreams through collective voice and resources

This article is part of a writing assignment for Voices of Our Future, which is providing rigorous web 2.0 and new media training for 31 emerging women leaders. We are speaking out for social change from some of the most forgotten corners of the world. Meet Us.

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Jul 30, 2009
Jul 30, 2009

Hello Gifty,,

Well, I am in awe of your Frontline Journal posting! As I read your piece I am absolutely transported to the streets of Accra. As I mentioned to you, I love your writing style and your use of descriptive details. I feel as if I am sitting right next to you, witnessing what you witness. The photograph of the young girl, in conjunction with the story, says it all.

I very much think that the additional details you included along the way, while working on the piece, from draft to final, have added so much more texture to the story and a vivid telling of the difficulties so many are facing due to poverty and illiteracy.

The facts and statistics you included are alarming and should be a wake up call for ALL OF US. You inspire and motivate me personally to become more involved, to find my way to contribute. The details of your own efforts, your own motivation, your vision and your foundation really, truly are a call for action, YOU give me HOPE for a better day,

Inspired by you,

Gretchen ( Greta)

Gifty Pearl Correspondent
Jul 31, 2009
Jul 31, 2009

Hi Greta, I am encouraged by your feedback. You LISTEN with your HEART and not only your eyes and ears.I am humbled to have inspired you through this story as Aicha's situation touchd me and moved me to take ACTION in my own small way.

Your feedback motivates me to keep sharing the stories of issues that i am passionate about. To keep capturing the sights, recording the sounds and sharing the stories of children, youth and women from my community.

It is my HOPE that we will all respond to this call for action soon to SAVE lives and DREAMS of our fellow sisters around the world in our possible unique way.

I am motivated by you-Gretchen and i am looking forward to hear from you often. Sending you Love from Accra -Ghana (Right now i hear the sound of an ambulance outside and the horns of cars.....)


Dando Mugara
Jul 31, 2009
Jul 31, 2009

Dear you are a good writer, and I hope to see you publish a book soon. I am really moved by your childhood life and I thank God you endured till the end. It is only through an experiance can you become greatest teacher in life. you are the best person for the youths you are working with. I wish you all the best in your work and life.

Love you!


Gifty Pearl Correspondent
Jul 31, 2009
Jul 31, 2009

Dando Darling!, Thank you for your generous comments. You will see the novel. Just yesterday, i was telling Lin (MamaAfrica) about writing a novel to capture this issue as i could not explore all aspects of Poverty and illietracy in the Frontline.

Yes Dando, my experience gives me motivation, vision and emapthy as Kathy (my mentor) noted. God prepares all of for a mission through our experiences.

I want to live my life knowing that a life breathed easier becuase i ever lived. I wish you well too in all you do.

Plenteeeeeee Love form Accra this afternoon. Gifty

Joanne Wanjala
Aug 03, 2009
Aug 03, 2009


I can feel your feelings at heart in your quest to reach out to children and the community at large. It is also great to learn that you have already set the ball rolling for the foundation... GREIGHT. Remember, one step at a time and you will not know when you are at the top! (This is my favourite phrase from my dear mentor, Linda). Hey, we have a similar vision for our mother Africa! Let us carry it own and keep the candle burning for who knows, a day will come when we shall sit back and reap from what we have sown. And what a great moment that will be to see our children and children's children living in a better and safe place!

Please, keep the candle burning!

Hugs, Joanne.

Gifty Pearl Correspondent
Aug 04, 2009
Aug 04, 2009

Joanne, I love the fact that you feel my feeling. When people are moved, they act and take action most of the time. I love the words from your mentor. Indeed, a journey with million miles starts with a step.That is a strong encouragement!

I am confident that a day is coming when we will see the fruits of our dreams- a better world for everyone every where. I have also believed that we need to use what we have to help others: to change destines.

I love to challenge and encourage people who i come into contact with to use thier experiences, their education/qualification, their resources-time, talents and treasure for social change. By so doing we will be touching lives, transforming destinies and raising Great Leaders. Don't you think so?

Congratulations for how far you have come. Joanne. i am proud of you especially knowing you better through your frontline journal.

Your enthusiasm catches like flu! All the best and see you soon in Kenya. Go ahead and smile dear.

Love and hugs, Gifty

Aug 07, 2009
Aug 07, 2009


This is amazing. Thank you for sharing your story with us, as well as the facts of the street children in Ghana and your views for the future!

I feel that street children is a universal issue and like you said- we (the community) need to take a stand and say "NO MORE".

No more will we turn a deaf ear to the silent scream. No more will we let lives be lost because we are too preoccupied/lazy/whatever to do anything about it. No more will we play into the hierarchy of the "us" and "them", that "we" deserve the education and "they do not". No more will we be complacent.

I am working to do my part- you are an inspiration, my friend!

Love, hope and the energy to do the good work,


Gifty Pearl Correspondent
Aug 09, 2009
Aug 09, 2009

Sharess hi, honestly , honestly i like your spirit! No more, no more excuses not to act to help girls from poor and difficult backgrounds and living on the streets.May God help us. All the best and cudos for the good work!

Love from Ghana Gifty

Grace Taylor
Aug 12, 2009
Aug 12, 2009

Dear Gifty,

Thanks for sharing this story. I have seen that look in the eyes of children living on the streets and it is impossible to make sense of how our world could allow this. Tonight I was tired from a long day and reading your story reminded me to feel grateful. Helped me to remember that we are all connected, all responsible for making sure children are taken care of. I am so happy you writing and look forward to reading more of your posts.


Gifty Pearl Correspondent
Aug 13, 2009
Aug 13, 2009

Dear Grace, You have one of my big sister's name. i am happy that for the second time i have heard your voice and thoughts after reading my posts.

I am also glad that though you had a long day you made time to read this story. I feel honored that "Silent Screams..." made you feel grateful, reminded you of this beautiful connection across the oceans and the call to action that we must all RESPOND to create a world fit for children.

Your words make me want to write more and more and post it! Thanks for the encouragement and motivation. I look forward to hearing from you as i post more. Warm greetings from Ghana Gifty

Lisa Rossetti
Apr 02, 2010
Apr 02, 2010

Dear Gifty, I have just read your story about Accra. I was 7 years old, nearly 8, when I left Accra to come to England. My mother was a teacher for a while at Achimota and my father was in the government. I can just remember the busy streets of Accra, and sometimes I look for pictures on the internet. I know you are part of a new generation of "leaderful" women - nobody may recognise you as a leader, maybe you don't either, because Leaders are often male and sometimes they walk over the concerns of women and children. Not all, but I think women have been put off by the title 'Leader' in any case. What I want to do is to return to Accra some day, and meet leaderful women like you, and collect their stories and bring those voices to Britain. I think new links can be made for better prosperity and to give women a voice. What you are doing is wonderful. You have such perseverance and determination. Maybe you would like to become a Friend in this community? Keep in touch, your sister in UK