The oldest basic school in Ghana has poor sanitary facilities

The Philip Quaque Boy’s School in Cape Coast, Ghana still like many basic school lack the acceptable sanitary facilities conducive for children.

The school has a six seater water closet toilet facility but it is an eyesore. The floor is watery and mixed with sand thus giving it murky.

There was a broom lying down and a small barrel containing water in the toilet which I was later told by the school prefect, George Sagoe-Brown served as the drinking water for the students.


There were faeces on most of the toilet seats.
“Some of the students do not like the water closet and instead of sitting on it, they squat on it”, he said.
He said water supply to the place was another challenge.


Sagoe-Brown said they could do with better sanitary facilities.
The water to the school does not flow and pupils have to run to the sea to fetch water to flush their toilet.

According to the United Nations 4 out of 10 people around the world have no access to improved sanitation. They
are obliged to defecate in the open or use unsanitary facilities, with a serious risk of exposure to
sanitation
-
related diseases.

Chief Executive Officer of the IRC a think and do tank involved in Water and Sanitation issues with its headquarters in the Netherlands, Mr Patrick Moriarty stresses that "only collective action that drives systematic change can solve the global water and sanitation challenge faced by milllions."

DUTY CALLS

Duty calls you to change the world around you
I know
You hate to see it crushed
Spew venom poisonous than that of the black legless creature
When hope that held the strength of the young lad is dashed

I know deep down my heart
That you hate to see those you honour
Green with greed as they devour what nature and selfless ancestors for an inheritance.
Smashed the head defenseless, left naked butts to seek shelter and children ran helter-skelter
Skeletons of their destruction; potholed journey path too dangerous to journey

Duty calls you to change the world around you

Our school graduates shame the holders of the chalk and managers.
Death houses painted in colours beautiful
Ghosts haunting the lives of those who hold the keys to our safe.


We must rise with strength of an eagle to build for ourselves and for those yet unborn
I know you know its time to change the world around you
Duty calls, answer.

Our Heritage
Its our old land of gold
The land of our birth
Where our lives
Will be planted in
The six-inch box
Under it bowels in the
Cottage of ancestral abode

Oh! Why is our land
Chasing us out of
Of home to seek refuge
On cold winters land

Your greener beautiful
Head gear that serves
As the living sanctuary
For the birds of the airs
In the beast on the land
Has been slaughtered by the blade
Of chain saw
To be sent on the oceans
To the land of the cold air

The soil that grows
Trees with gold pods
Now goes out cup in hand
To beg the pauper who
Bought his conscience
In the black and white
Letters on the scroll

Out of your deep blue sea
I see “Sukwei”,“Posina”
And friends who grace
Our plates to praise
Our tongues on the table

Is this the land?
That was once the beautiful
Necklace of the tropics
That now covered
With a cloth of disgrace
As a stranger invades
Its beauty in the
Quest for dollars

I now see your
Skin dotted with holes
Where the ancient
Intruder derives its wealth
Our throats have
Banned itself from
Making peace with water

As you cry day in and day out
Your tears which once
Gave refreshing taste
To the our thirsty tongues
Now spill muddy waters

Oh! Have we
Sold our conscience
To the strangers pesewas?
Where lies your integrity?
Don’t we have the genes
Of the ancient warriors
Who fought the pale man
With their blood to
Get us our heritage
This is our heritage