IDEA - L'Initiative pour développement par l'education en Afrique

IDEA - L'Initiative pour développement par l'education en Afrique IDEA est une nouvelle initiative dont l'objectif est de promouvoir le développement durable de l'Afrique Sub Saharienne au travers de l'éducation, en utilisant tous les moyens légaux possibles afin de permettre aux enfants d'être scolarisés.

Les enfants entre 5 et18 ans sont notre priorité. Ces moyens incluent notamment le lobbying gouvernemental, la construction d'écoles, la fourniture de matériel quand cela est nécessaire, la formation et le développement d'enseignants locaux, le déploiement de professeurs expatriés bénévoles, le parrainage d'élèves etc... Notre financement est basé sur des activités artistiques et culturelles, ce q

Les enfants entre 5 et18 ans sont notre priorité. Ces moyens incluent notamment le lobbying gouvernemental, la construction d'écoles, la fourniture de matériel quand cela est nécessaire, la formation et le développement d'enseignants locaux, le déploiement de professeurs expatriés bénévoles, le parrainage d'élèves etc... Notre financement est basé sur des activités artistiques et culturelles, ce q

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11/05/2012

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25/12/2011

thanks to all that attended our first fundraising concert, it was beautiful thanks to you guys!!
Merci a vous tous! pour ce super debut d'activité de l'association IDEA!! on a passé un bon moment ensemble jeudi soir et c'est que le debut. on vous tiendra au courant des nos activités et notre progrès tres prochainement.
on vous souhaite des bonnes fetes!!!

Timeline Photos
08/12/2011

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Timeline Photos
06/12/2011

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Our first concert is coming up!!! more info later!
02/12/2011

Our first concert is coming up!!! more info later!

26/11/2011

An Introduction to Terror BY DAPO ADEYEMI

Sunday, October 9, 2011, Lokoja

I came out of my house to see the poorest set of kids I had ever seen in my life. They were also the unimaginably dirtiest kids I had ever seen. They wore the most tattered clothes. They changed their clothes as often as you would your accommodation. These kids lived in their clothes. They were all homeless.
They were also the happiest kids I had ever seen. They ran around the little field screaming at the top of their voices for passes. They were playing football. There were some other kids waiting by the side line to play. There were many bowls scattered on the ground about the side line. I wondered why they all had plastic bows, except for a few severely dented and torn aluminum ones. All the bowls were unwashed but licked clean. Some of the boys passed small ropes through punched holes on their bowls with which they tied it to their wastes or hung it on their backs from their necks. They earned their economic survival by begging directly for left over food.
I was carried away by the most amazingly obvious thing about them. They were having fun. So I joined a waiting set or team of boys who were happy to have me because they were particularly younger, weaker and in need of a stronger defense.
The game was good. They called me ‘kofa’, an accented way of pronouncing copper, and I responded by either passing or screaming tactical advice. I was being forced to know their names. That was how my introduction to the source of the terror began.
After two games or three, I started getting tired and needed to rest. I chose to relax with those waiting for their turn to play the winning team by the sideline. The tiredness must have brought me out of the excitement and wonder of the moment, because I suddenly started wondering where their mothers were. Were they orphans? What caused their condition? Why were they like this? How could someone give them life, name them and abandon them this absolutely within a decade? Why should their mothers, fathers, society, government, religion, world and I agree on this bizzare abandonment? What was their life cycle like? For how many generations had this been going on? What was their future? But first, what was their past? Again, what was my business?
So I asked a boy, a particular kid I was starting to like, who came to the side line to take a throw. ‘Ina maman ka?’ Meaning, ‘where is your mother?’
He retorted ‘An tseke ta.’ (Meaning, ‘She’s been divorced’), most casually and shouted for the attention of the boy he wanted to throw the ball at in the same excited breath.
‘Ina maman ka?’ I asked another boy?
‘An tseke ta.’ Came the same reply.
I asked almost all the boys on the field for their mothers. And all of them, about 20 or so, answered in
the same casual and distracted retort ‘An tseke ta.’
How could all their mums be divorced? Why did they think that answer was normal? Do families throw away their babies because of divorce? What was going on before my eyes? Was this not the same Federal Republic? Why was this place so radically different from where I came from? I knew I had to understand the situation before me before I left this rural part of Nigeria where I was serving. I believed the purpose of NYSC (National Youth Service Corps) was research. To be honest, I thought life was meant for research.
What I discovered within the next few days was quite remarkable. Divorce was very, very casual. There were no issues of child custody. The child stayed with the father. There were no issues of alimony. The properties stayed with the father. Also there were no issues of remarriage. Everybody was free to remarry as easily as you have it in the western world. Weddings were cheap and rampant. In fact, the divorced mothers are usually reabsorbed into other marriages within weeks of divorce! As time went on I realized the normalness beyond the wonder. A lot of the divorced women were teenagers. Leaving their kids behind transformed them to spinsters automatically. Rumors of the divorce spread faster than marriages as opportunities among all the men in and out of the community that didn’t have up to 4 wives yet. They were many. The cost of divorce did not exist. The responsibility of having a wife was terrifically low. The cost of raising and feeding a child was even lower. They depended on animal labor more than child and machine labor combined for Agriculture. High rate of child mortality was casual. Burials were instant and cheap. Cemeteries were unmarked and un-cemented and un-marbled. Remarriage promised almost sex to the man. It promised survival to the woman. Life went on.
The idea that a man was supposed to marry four wives at any particular point in time as opposed to four wives in a life time was their custom and I have no idea or interest to find out its source.
All the kids I played with were boys, which gave me another thing to research. What happened to girls in their conditions? ‘An aure ta’, came their automatic replies; meaning they had been married off. This time the replies did not come without sadness.
After a few more months in the place, I was more accepted. I had more matured friends to the point where I was un-customarily invited into their homes. Men were never invited into the homes of their friends. This is because of the ba’ a shiga, which is a no entry policy. The building architecture was such that visitors could not see wives at all. I am not sure whether ba’ a shiga was invented as a result of the insecurity of the men, but I know it would have been very easy for an insensitive old man to loose his teenage abused wife without such a ‘ba’ a shiga’, policy and architecture.
I was determined to return the intimacy to enter my friend’s house with the courtesy of eating whatever was served. After a tour of my friend’s house, we went to the outer chamber from where you couldn’t
see the inner chamber but you could see the street. The food, a home made spaghetti called taliya boiled with palm oil, was served by his latest wife, who I found rather ravishingly beautiful by any standard in the world. I took the first mouthful and wondered how I was going to swallow it. The taste was torturously bland and I was getting nauseous. I was determined to keep a straight face and finish what I had started, but my friend noticed my plight and begged me to stop eating. Before I could say anything a dirty boy rushed in from the street and dashed out with my left over. I was surprised, but motioned to relax. After about five seconds I went out to see that it was the first boy I had asked for his mother. He was hurriedly licking the plate with his tongue, and then he started wiping both hands on his hair. He had emptied the spaghetti in his plate, swiftly turned and was on his way into the street. I called out his name after him, but he was too busy with the handful in his mouth to respond. Then I went back in to sit down.
Whether it was because I called the boy’s name or that I was wearing a million questions on my face that touched my friend, I could not tell. He suddenly provided some explanation. The boy was his step grandson by his beautiful wife’s earliest marriage. More puzzled, I couldn’t resist asking one of my many questions. I asked how old his wife was and he told me. She was only twenty six.
Really, time would not permit me to elaborate the new way of life I found there. I was confused between what type of solution would help and whether I was the one that needed help. Because I could not help myself, let alone, help anybody or a community. But I determined in my heart to go back to help when I had the right idea and capacity.
It’s been 6 years since my commitment to go back. I am still unmarried. Something they found unbelievable for a man my age even then. I am still unemployed or self employed (I had continued researching until I became a business consultant). North eastern Nigeria had always been on my mind, especially the children, but I never went back. Had I joined the world in abandoning them?
Then the crisis began. Lootings and killings started. The national police headquarters and the UN office were bombed in Abuja. The unskilled little boys that were already tired of begging for their living have now discovered how to make bombs. Mobilization or no mobilization, ideology or no ideology, the little boys had inevitably become Boko Haram. The particular boy I knew had become a global terrorist!

21/11/2011

salut a tous!! j'ai besoin de traduire quelques textes de l'anglais en français pour notre site web!! est-ce que quelqu'un peut nous donner un coup de main pour ca svp? c'est assez urgent! merci d'avance!!

23/09/2011

someone once said "if you think education is expensive then try ignorance"

I think our passivity to the issue of education in these parts of the world is costing the world a great deal in terms of:
disasters alleviation costs,
health crisis issues,
food & water crisis,
loss of potential markets,
trade imbalances
terrorism
wars and crimes like kidnapping etc
invariably high demands for humanitarian services

So basically, if we are not paying to educate this population we are paying and will continue to pay the price for their ignorance and all that comes with it indirectly.

so what can we consider as proper basic education?
It's the ability:
to read and write
to understand simple logic and decision making.
understand the laws of the the land (and be able to make future changes where necessary)
to have a good sense of history
to understand globalisation
to value arts, culture and creativity
to understand simple arithmetic
to be introduced to basic philosophy and thinking.

There will always be a potentially catastrophic ethnic/tribal, religious, economic fractures and discords in these areas in the absence of a "homogenous" basic education.

We can't change the world overnight but we can do a little everyday to make a world of difference somewhere down the line!!

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21/09/2011

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21/09/2011

Give him a fish you feed him for a day, teach him how to fish you feed him for life!!!!

21/09/2011

IDEA is a new initiative created to ensure durable development in sub Saharan Africa through education; exploiting all possible legal means for children to be in school. Our focus is mainly on kids between the ages of 5 and 18.These means include government lobbying, building of schools, supply of materials where needed, capacity building and the deployment of volunteer expatriate teachers or workers where necessary, sponsoring of pupils and students etc. Our fund raising activities are centered on artistic and cultural initiatives thereby promoting arts and culture at the same time.

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