@ PRESEC-ADAESO (Senior high school).
       Saturday, 14th May,2011
We started well, the weather was favorable and certainty about our predetermined program kept us moving. As scheduled, Samuel and I had to talk about passion in the art of reading.
We did just that, trying to instigate a reason for reading as a means of exploring more about things we are passionate about. We started by talking about passion and its traits so the students get to understand what their passions are, and how the intense innate desire compels and leads us into an unpredictable journey of exploration. We had some help from the dictionary on the kindles.
It was all cool until I had to talk about exploration as a trait of passion. I had taken my own experience as an example, talking about my pursuit towards the understanding of the topic of randomness versus determinism, how it later engulfed and made me explore other topics such as causality, certainty and uncertainty. Just then I was explaining randomness, that things just happened without the cause of other events and indeed it manifested.
It started raining heavily and we had not expected that at all.
So uncertainty crept in and few of us felt the program was going to be wrecked. We decided to be deterministic by following suit our programs as the weather changed. Samuel and I had to stop
because our voices couldn't pierce through the crackling noises of the iron roofing sheet. So we watched the volunteers from Ashesi take over.
 We became certain once more when the students engaged themselves in wonderful academic games. The games included spelling, and acting words or statements to partners.
So they picked some words from some stories on the kindles to test the spelling ability of the kids. Then we went on to play the "pick and act game" as it still rained heavily. This time I think I was inspired.
I saw the children  trying to bring words to life, doing all they could to tell their team mates a word or a statement without speech but mere action.
Among them was a tall boy hopping; his two arms fixed to his chest just like the tyrannosaurus. On the third hop I could hear the sound of his long feet pounding the floor and watching his hanged arms... I realised he was a man-kangaroo. I laughed because he had no pouch, no tail and no pointed face. Do actions speak louder than words?
I think actions themselves are words.
   The rain stopped, and so did the crackling noises of the roof. Samuel and I wrapped things up and took some questions from the students.
Joseph helped answer some questions as well about pursuing passions.
We all had fun learning and I think the worldreader is by far on the right path, not only reading but inspiring these kids to build the best future for themselves.
Being able to continue our program with the circumstances that befell, I think there is always a source of happiness around us, and all we have to do is to observe and discover what to learn at particular moments.