Travellers Worldwide - Volunteer as a teacher in Ghana
88% Rating
(4 Reviews)

Travellers Worldwide - Volunteer as a teacher in Ghana

You can give these children a boost by helping them to learn basic numerical and English skills, drawing, painting, music and also facilitating games. This is where you'll help to develop their audio-visual skills from a young age.
You'll care for and teach children from a mixture of social backgrounds, aged between 1 to 5 years. Your help will go a long way to giving the children a better start in life, assisting with day-to-day care, teaching and social interaction as well as providing a safe environment for the children to be in.

Locations
Africa » Ghana » Accra
Africa » Ghana
Length
1-2 Weeks
2-4 Weeks
1-3 Months
3-6 Months
6-12 Months
Language
English
Housing
Host Family
Starting Price
$0.00
Currency
USD
Price Details
Full support from the moment of booking and throughout your placement to your return home. There are support staff 24/7 in all our destinations worldwide and a 24 hour emergency international telephone line direct to the Head Office. All meals are provided, unless otherwise stated. Accommodation is provided (whether a rented house, a hotel/hostel, homestay, apartment or flat).

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Program Reviews

  • Impact
    80%
  • Support
    83%
  • Fun
    73%
  • Value
    75%
  • Safety
    93%

Program Reviews (4)

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Lucy
Female
32 years old
Epping
Kings College University

Trip of a lifetime

10/10

There are so many words to describe the amazing adventure, which has now inspired me to undertake more voluntary work and in the future become a teacher and live in Africa. Aloysius was there to meet me and instantly I had a smile on my face as I travelled to the hostel, peering out of the car window at the women carrying huge buckets of water on their heads and the Tro-tro mates (local buses) shouting their destinations. Accra seemed a very busy and up-beat city.

Mr Quaynor (Uncle) was waiting for me and I knew that I would love living here. Mrs Quaynor (Auntie) is the cutest lady I know and basically became my Ghanaian mum, she was willing to do anything for me and would cook the most delicious food; her Yam chips are the best!!!

The volunteers all live in the main house building and by the end of my placement I became part of the family and even helped Uncle and Auntie with the business, just by answering the phone, taking bookings and welcoming new arrivals to the hostel. I spent my 3 months living with Alison, Anthony and Tom (all volunteers) and really became a family unit, we all saw each other as brothers and sisters and I think my experience wouldn’t have been the same if they weren’t there.

The thing that really struck me was how friendly everyone was, so when you read or hear about Ghanaian people being the friendliest of all Africans, it is definatly true. I instantly fell in love with the children who are all so beautiful and very very inquisitive! I taught all classes which ranged from nursery (age 2) to Form 2(ages 15-16) mainly music with a little bit of English and RE. All the children were very well mannered they called me Madame Lucy and especially loved the music lessons.

I have learnt so much from my voluntary work in Ghana; the most precious thing that will stay with me was the love and kind hospitality that was given to me from everyone I met. And even though they have very little they still cared dearly and made me feel so welcome into their lives. Living in Ghana has given me a love of Africa and has inspired me to travel further to widen my experiences and knowledge.

I would encourage everyone to visit Ghana and to undertake some type of voluntary work, it is such a rewarding experience and my time in Ghana was the best three months I could have asked for, now I can’t stop travelling."

How can this program be improved?

The cost was reasonable however there lots of extra costs such as visas, day trips etc.

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Anothervolunteer
Female
24 years old
St. Elizabeth, Jamaica
Other

Pay for administrative costs in England!

7/10

The most important aspect of this program/agency, and other high priced voluntourism programs, is that you can do exactly the same thing on your own for little to no cost (instead of seeing most of your money go to administration costs in a developed country). Try workaway.com or helpx.info, or connecting directly to grassroots NGOs or Non Profits that could help you find housing and would welcome you as a volunteer.

The placements I received (a primary school and an orphanage) were fine, and I had a great time after I got comfortable there. But beware that you will receive little to no orientation from Traveller's staff. Chances are that you will love your homestay though!

If you do decide that it is best for you to pay for a volunteer experience abroad due to convenience and safety concerns, this may be a great program for you.

And of course, though Ghana is an amazing country with equally amazing people, all volunteers must be prepared for different cultural customs. In all reality, short term volunteers do not make much of a 'difference' but you will certainly have an unforgettable time regardless. Embrace your experience as it is, for you.

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KatieMarie
Female
24 years old
Provo, UT
Brigham Young University- Hawaii

The Reality of Living in Ghana

8/10

When I arrived in Ghana my anticipation and expectations were high. I was running on adrenaline that whole first day. I was picked up by the wonderful program coordinator, Aloysis, shown around a bit, then taken to my host family. Lizzie, my host mom, was absolutely wonderful. She treated me like one of her own kids; but the end of the first day I did not know that. When I went to my room for the night, it all hit me. The fact I was alone, the only white person for miles, and the fact I was in another country with customs far from my own. The first few days were tough. The culture shock was overwhelming and I felt entirely alone. I didn’t know if I could make it. Lizzie, Eunice, and the kids at Uniqueen academy soon changed my mind. Like I said above, Lizzie took care of my as well as one of her own. She worried when I left Kwabenya for church or to meet up with a friend, and had a huge smile on her face whenever I returned. The adorable kids at the school loved me unconditionally and the school’s owner, Eunice taught me what it means to be truly happy no matter what your circumstances.

Each day I would wake up, shower (although the water was cold, I became used to it), and head off to the school. I became familiar with the Ghanaian transportation system and was soon able to navigate myself all around the greater Accra area.

What I did at the school was probably my biggest disappointment and frustration of the trip. I had hoped to be teaching, and teaching the way I grew up with in America. Instead I was mostly correcting student’s work. I would randomly teach a lesson but it was far from the kind of teaching I knew how to do, and this was before I had graduated with an educator’s degree so I was unsure on how to make our two educational philosophies mesh together. Looking back I would have done many things differently, taught more lessons, and engaged the children more. I also wish I could have somehow taught the teachers about my personal education, discipline, and management philosophies.

Another difficult thing was the food and my lack of love for it. I found the only thing I really enjoyed was fried chicken, rice, and stew. The other Ghanaian dishes just did not sit well with me, so each one of my meals was the same. That is, until I discovered Indomie, a noodle dish sold at most stores around where I lived. I wish someone would have told me, though, to bring non perishable food , such as granola bars and crackers, so I could eat something at night when my stomach was still rumbling.
The local community was very welcoming, and even sometimes a little too welcoming. The men of the town would call out to me as I walked by and many would even propose. It was funny at first and I did not feel threatened, but then it got to be annoying and I felt like they were not understanding my wished for me to just be left alone. Some men, even when I said no to them, would continue to try to talk with me and get me to spend time with them. I did not want to and sometimes it left me feeling uncomfortable. There was only one time when I truly felt unsafe and that was because I had stayed in Accra too late and was coming home by myself way after dark. Luckily nothing happened to me, but I had my pepper spray out just in case.

I did not know any of the other volunteers, and I wish I would have. I was far away from them and never had a chance to get together with them. Luckily I was able to find my own church and from there made friends. If a future volunteer, though, does not habe that option there is a possibility of them being somewhat isolated from other volunteers. I would suggest that they make sure to tell their program coordinator that they would like to a chance to meet and spend time with the other volunteers that live in Accra.

Overall, I would recommend this program to a friend, but I would definitely tell them all of my suggestions to make the experience better and more meaningful. This experience changed my life for the better, and I would never tell someone otherwise.

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Kelsey
Male
27 years old
Bloomfield, New Jersey
Other

6 Months and One Near Death Experience to Change a Life

10/10

I began my experience in Kwabenya, Ghana eager, excited, and more curious than ever; this being my first time out of the country I had no idea what to expect. I knew I wanted to help people and to change the lives of children who didn't have the privileges I was so lucky to grow up with. What I didn't realize was that they would change my life forever.

Everyday I taught 20-30 children, 4-6 years of age, I grew immensely,as I taught them, they also taught me. Although the many differences in teaching styles were at times extremely painful to witness; the corporal punishment specifically, I learned to think outside of all I had ever known and not only understand their culture, but respect it. Within the small, enclosed, dimly lit structure that was Uniqueen Academy, I spent day after day teaching everything from Math to English, and with every moment that passed, I grew closer to each child, to the "Aunties", to the culture and life in Ghana, and to who I really am. I gained the security and confidence to command the attention of a (admittedly wild, at times) classroom of children, whose wide, eager eyes never seemed to dull from the monotony that can be school. At first, some of the children would run away from me screaming in fear of seeing an "Ubroni" (white person) for the first time. Within one month, those same children would claw at my legs, begging to be lifted into my arms. The feeling of love was unlike any other I have ever experienced; it was unadulterated, pure, honest and true.

I was surrounded by love, and on this journey to find myself, I happened to find my other half as well. I met John in Ghana, doing the same volunteer program, living just down the road. The connection we shared was evident from the very first night we met. We spoke for hours upon hours-it was as though we had known each other for years. From that day on, it was clear that fate had taken over. We spent everyday in an offbeat fairytale, consumed with the love for one another and our mutual desire to help others. The other volunteers assumed we had been together for years, and we beamed with the notion that we would be. John was only to stay in Ghana for 2 months, however, our love was(and continues to be) so strong, that within a week of his teary eyed departure, he called me and informed me that life was too hard without me, without our love, and that he would be back. He spent my final 2 months with me in Ghana with my host family, who became so much more to us. We found ourselves, we found a family whom we cherish and keep in touch with to this day, and we found each other. We are still together, he has spent 3 months in America, and I will travel to England to meet his family in 10 days. We are currently trying to get him a work visa so he can reside in America with me, and we can truly begin our life together. Some may find this crazy, but we know our love is stronger than most, formed in the most bizarre of situations, and we plan to marry and have children of our own.

Not only did I teach and learn from experiences in the classroom and with John, but I did whilst traveling as well. Being there for 6 months, I saw many volunteers come and go and was able to travel to various different areas of the beautiful country that is Ghana. I had the ability to see some of the original slave castles, where slaves had been held whilst in limbo between being sold and shipped to Britain. The tour was extremely sad and eye opening, but an amazing thing to witness and an unforgettable lesson in history. The beaches, although often covered in trash, were breathtakingly beautiful, the water lacked the murky pollution we see in western oceans.

One trip, to the east, stands out as the single most terrifying yet gratifying experience in my life. Along with 3 other volunteers, I ventured up Mount Karobo (following the Bradt guidebook) and stood satisfied at the top of one of the many ridges. After some time passed, we made our way down, only to find it obscured, we hiked up and attempted down again. We eventually became so incredibly lost-we ended up on a completely different mountain. By the time of this realization, we had been out of water and food for 2 hours, in the peak of heat with the sun blaring down on us. One of my fellow volunteers had begun to vomit from dehydration, and as we continued to try our way down, traversing as best we could, we were only to be thwarted by nothing but cliffs with sheer drops. We needed rest. Soaked in sweat,ash, dirt, tears and blood from the tangled prickly vines (acting as booby traps, wrapping around our ankles mercilessly) that covered the mountains floor, we found shelter from the unbearable sun underneath a large rock. There we sat, delirious and scared, we opened our knapsacks (having been traveling, we had everything with us) and tried to find someway to get moisture in our painfully dry mouths. We sucked on toothpaste, chewed leaves and ripped open anything that could possibly retain moisture. I called my mother for help, and perhaps to say goodbye. Another volunteer called the local police. The police responded to our predicament with a nonchalant attitude, saying nothing more than "try to get down" they refused to even wait at the bottom of the mountain with water for us. There is no air rescue, and when my phone rang with a call from the US Embassy (my families last hope) we cried with joy thinking we had been saved. We were wrong, the US embassy could do nothing for us but give us advice on the proper way to get down; "pace yourself, traverse, stay calm." Wiping tears from our eyes, we pushed forward. The sun was going down and we needed light to find the road hidden beneath us. We headed upwards, to find the view from which was once familiar, the safety of seeing the road, although high as we were, was an achievement in and of itself. We glared from miles high and made the decision that although we were staring at a nearly 90 degree angle, we had to get down, and this was our only option. We stepped sideways, we slid on our bottoms, our backs, anyway we could think of to reach the safety taunting us from below, we did. I will never forget the feeling of my feet hitting flat ground. The half a mile across a field to the road took seconds, the adrenaline pumping through our veins disguised our aching legs, our stinging cuts, and our blinded, dust covered eyes. Throwing myself at a passing car was something I never expected to do, but as a white pickup truck appeared through the mist, I did exactly that, and begged in broken english and Twi (the most common dialogue in Ghana) for water, for a ride to anywhere with it. The man blinked with confusion and repeated, "water?" whilst passing us the 2 bottles he happened to have with him. Water hitting our dried throats and cracked lips held the same satisfaction of a Thanksgiving feast. We were dropped off on the roadside where women were selling mango's and saches of water, we cried and embraced one another. Our weakness was obvious as our limp bodies approached the women, they were immediately aware we were in need of help, sat us down, fed us mango and gave us sache after sache of water. After 6 hours with nothing to hydrate, we had more than our bodies could handle. I will never forget that day, the longest day of my life, i had beaten death which had seemed nothing less than imminent. We all had. The bond formed between the four of us is something most people will never understand. We are different people because of it, and we are forever grateful to have our lives.

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