Anani Memorial International School <3

So this is where I work. I go in on Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays. AMIS was founded in ’75 by an illiterate man. His friend would take him to the bank to get paid every Friday, and eventually he learned that his friend was cheating him out of money and because of his illiteracy, he had no idea. So, he started the school because he didn’t want any other person to go through what he did. This place is full of inspiration, love and life. They might not have much, but their attitudes never reflect that.

My classroom.  I teach classes five & six. They’re anywhere from 10 to 11 years old. And they’re adorable. Spunky. Sweet.

A boys a couple classes younger than mine. They are playing a game on a cardboard box with soda bottle caps. It’s one of their favorites.

🙂 Teaching about water pollution! Wooo!

A Muslim boy in my school. Not exactly sure why they put eye makeup on children, but it’s pretty common in the area. To me, his eyes tell a story. He seems to be communicating so many things through just the way he’s looking at the camera. Endurance. Faith. Some pain. A lot of hope.

Sam Ofei. This guy teaches every day from 7 to 3 and then attends night classes in Accra at Polytechnic University. Talk about a full schedule. The teachers at Anani get paid next to nothing, and irregularly. They never know when their next paycheck will be, but they don’t mind. They’re doing it for the kids. And they have some of the biggest hearts I’ve ever seen. —->


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