ARE YOU REALLY A BOSS?
Folk, to everything, there is, indeed, an end. I just had a glorious and exhilarating last lecture for my undergraduate education at my country’s premier university, the University of Ghana, Legon.
Guess what? After this hilarious lecture at this monumental and apparently long awaited moment, I got out of the lecture hall only to be confronted by campaign posters of some aspiring student leaders. Oh! My God! Why this today and at this memorable hour? Well, I tried to ignore but as a believer of the “all human beings are political animal ideology”, I got myself trapped.
Anyway, folk, when I was growing up especially during my basic school days, I thought a boss is probably a pot-bellied, grey-haired man whose belt can no longer hold but be adjusted under the protruded belly. Oh! Yes, a female boss is one with a slightly wrinkled face but with a denying thought and a well trimmed grey-hair. Conversely, my stay on the University campus has given me a new “formally accepted” definition of who a boss is. You lie, you don’t know it!
The proponents of this definition of who a boss is are my aspiring student leaders. Yes, they are the authority of this. Isn’t that great? Give it up for them!
“Hi Boss”, “Good morning, Boss” “Hi Sweety” are few of the expressions that characterize the few months before elections on campus. An unsuspecting student may just have several of these expressions coming into collision with him or her. Interestingly, these students including myself (sometimes) felt that we are really counted among the lots. Yes, “my work is been recognized and appreciated” but folk, ibi lie! Come again. One thing that makes this reassuring is that you may not know the intentions of the messenger of this obviously nice expression (since the aspirants are yet to formally declare their intentions of contesting as at this time). Alas, the day comes when the truth behind those expressions is exposed: desirous of serving (in fact leading!) you, the student. One cannot but take a retrospective look at the immediate past when s/he enjoyed those accolades especially “boss” and appreciate the subtle cues being marshaled by these seemingly innocent and harmless ones.
Yeah, another clue to detect the reason behind the bombarding of our identity with fake “borssu” (ie. Boss!) is the sudden change in the “easy-to-go” dress code of some students to the “executive” type. Yes, a person who all of a sudden starts to dress officially sends the signal that “I want to lead you”!
Assuredly, the D-day comes and the potential winners are now actual winners. The seconds after the declaration of the winners, folk, mark the abrupt termination of the big feeling accolade you always want. Yes, the tide has changed and that is the license to them (leaders elect) to do no other thing but to lord over the student body! Period!
Indeed, it has been long awaiting and it has been great to being on campus. See you as I give you more stuffs but whether you are a student or not and you happen to find yourself on this campus, when you are called a boss, don’t be so excited, rather, better check if you are really the boss.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
GABBY, I SALUTE YOU.
GABBY, I SALUTE YOU.
My Youth Discovery of the year ended 2009 is Master Gabriel Edzordzi Agbozo, a 2nd year BA student of the University of Ghana. Many unsung heroes and heroines of the past and the present generations have made and continue to make great strides on the planet, earth, but why don’t we hear about them?
Starting his basic school education in a relatively small town, Mafi Kumase in the North Tongu District of the Volta Region, he entered into the Sogakope Senior High School (SOGASCO) as a day student (but moved to the boarding house courtesy his academic prowess) in 2004. Through his ever enduring spirit and success consciousness, a good outcome could not elude him and that granted him the opportunity to enter the premier university of the Republic of Ghana, the University of Ghana, UG (The Underutilised Graduates, UG, is that not what they claim? I no know!).
His ever readiness to get things done as needed and his high sense of believing that the leader has a major role to play in shaping the route of any particular people compel him to assume many distinguished offices in the past and the present. Notable among those positions are the Senior Prefect of Mafi Kumase Cath. Prim. School sand later the J.H.S and SOGASCO, General Secretary of the Friends of the Earth (UG Chapter), Organising Secretary of SOGASCO Old Students (UG Chapter), the Advertising Officer of the 2009/10 edition of The Premier (the official magazine of Legon Hall of UG) and the Director of Operations of the flagship youth-focused motivational organisation in the Volta Region, the Beyonders Foundation.
Throughout his education to the current status, Gabby has displayed a high sense of industry, resilience, determination and the readiness and zeal to learn. These and others, unarguably, had made him carve a niche for himself in the commity of colleague youth. His ability to get things done, my dearest reader, can best be appreciated upon sighting a copy of the 2009/10 edition of The Premier magazine where his advertising adroitness has been brought to the fore hence ensuring that well-packaged magazine. Gabby, you deserve it.
Dearest reader, Gabby’s dexterity in combining alphabets to form words and his skills in congregating words to form sentences which culminate into poems, mine oh mine! will blow your mind. My Youth Discovery of the Year, my dearest reader, has to his credit over two hundred (200) poems of high standards. Few titles from his high inspiring, informing, entertaining and educating poems include Osagyefo, Empty Home, Twists, No Audience, A Slumbering Race, Crossroad and The Cockerel’s Prayer.
The sterling performance of Gabby during the poetry recitals on the Open Air Theatre on radio Universe 105.7 fm, UG’s radio station, this and every Sunday between 5:30 to 6:30pm cannot be overemphasized. On one of such programmes during which Gabby presented his “Empty Home”, the host, Master Obed Sarpong, could not resist but draw an analogy between the potentials of Gabby to the maestro poet, Prof. Kofi Anyidoho. Dearest reader, my Discovery’s acumen, indeed, has opened him magnificent doors of the dons of the literature. Prof. Atukwei Okine, the Executive Secretary of the Pan African Writers Association and Mr. Martin Egblewogbe of the University of Ghana are few of the great minds this lad has confer with.
Again, Gabby’s unraveling of the true essence of life, which is the readiness to better the lives of one’s people, beats my imagination. When I entered the university, some two (2) years before Gabby, a maiden covenant I made which to me is the most stupendous help I will ever give to a person on the university campus will be to offer a sleeping place ie. perching space to a fellow student absolutely free of charge. Unfortunately, my dream had been shuttered since I could not obtain an official accommodation in my final year of study (credit oh! No debit! the rude and dehumanising monster called protocol) but hey! the dream will still be alive even after school. Gabby made me proud that yes, the dream is still alive and am proud to be a recipient of his abnegating attitude. Gabby, I once again on Monday, the 11th of January, 2010 as I scribbled this piece say thank you.
Hello Gabby, you’re my Youth Discovery of the year ended 2009 and I salute you on this grand and splendid feat. Remember, what you’ve done before only serves as a catalyst to future feats and those which you’re yet to attain acts as heights worth capturing to better the lives of unborn generations.
Folk, your thought today can make the world better tomorrow.
My Youth Discovery of the year ended 2009 is Master Gabriel Edzordzi Agbozo, a 2nd year BA student of the University of Ghana. Many unsung heroes and heroines of the past and the present generations have made and continue to make great strides on the planet, earth, but why don’t we hear about them?
Starting his basic school education in a relatively small town, Mafi Kumase in the North Tongu District of the Volta Region, he entered into the Sogakope Senior High School (SOGASCO) as a day student (but moved to the boarding house courtesy his academic prowess) in 2004. Through his ever enduring spirit and success consciousness, a good outcome could not elude him and that granted him the opportunity to enter the premier university of the Republic of Ghana, the University of Ghana, UG (The Underutilised Graduates, UG, is that not what they claim? I no know!).
His ever readiness to get things done as needed and his high sense of believing that the leader has a major role to play in shaping the route of any particular people compel him to assume many distinguished offices in the past and the present. Notable among those positions are the Senior Prefect of Mafi Kumase Cath. Prim. School sand later the J.H.S and SOGASCO, General Secretary of the Friends of the Earth (UG Chapter), Organising Secretary of SOGASCO Old Students (UG Chapter), the Advertising Officer of the 2009/10 edition of The Premier (the official magazine of Legon Hall of UG) and the Director of Operations of the flagship youth-focused motivational organisation in the Volta Region, the Beyonders Foundation.
Throughout his education to the current status, Gabby has displayed a high sense of industry, resilience, determination and the readiness and zeal to learn. These and others, unarguably, had made him carve a niche for himself in the commity of colleague youth. His ability to get things done, my dearest reader, can best be appreciated upon sighting a copy of the 2009/10 edition of The Premier magazine where his advertising adroitness has been brought to the fore hence ensuring that well-packaged magazine. Gabby, you deserve it.
Dearest reader, Gabby’s dexterity in combining alphabets to form words and his skills in congregating words to form sentences which culminate into poems, mine oh mine! will blow your mind. My Youth Discovery of the Year, my dearest reader, has to his credit over two hundred (200) poems of high standards. Few titles from his high inspiring, informing, entertaining and educating poems include Osagyefo, Empty Home, Twists, No Audience, A Slumbering Race, Crossroad and The Cockerel’s Prayer.
The sterling performance of Gabby during the poetry recitals on the Open Air Theatre on radio Universe 105.7 fm, UG’s radio station, this and every Sunday between 5:30 to 6:30pm cannot be overemphasized. On one of such programmes during which Gabby presented his “Empty Home”, the host, Master Obed Sarpong, could not resist but draw an analogy between the potentials of Gabby to the maestro poet, Prof. Kofi Anyidoho. Dearest reader, my Discovery’s acumen, indeed, has opened him magnificent doors of the dons of the literature. Prof. Atukwei Okine, the Executive Secretary of the Pan African Writers Association and Mr. Martin Egblewogbe of the University of Ghana are few of the great minds this lad has confer with.
Again, Gabby’s unraveling of the true essence of life, which is the readiness to better the lives of one’s people, beats my imagination. When I entered the university, some two (2) years before Gabby, a maiden covenant I made which to me is the most stupendous help I will ever give to a person on the university campus will be to offer a sleeping place ie. perching space to a fellow student absolutely free of charge. Unfortunately, my dream had been shuttered since I could not obtain an official accommodation in my final year of study (credit oh! No debit! the rude and dehumanising monster called protocol) but hey! the dream will still be alive even after school. Gabby made me proud that yes, the dream is still alive and am proud to be a recipient of his abnegating attitude. Gabby, I once again on Monday, the 11th of January, 2010 as I scribbled this piece say thank you.
Hello Gabby, you’re my Youth Discovery of the year ended 2009 and I salute you on this grand and splendid feat. Remember, what you’ve done before only serves as a catalyst to future feats and those which you’re yet to attain acts as heights worth capturing to better the lives of unborn generations.
Folk, your thought today can make the world better tomorrow.
SHOULD OR SHOULD I NOT?
SHOULD OR SHOULD I NOT?
If winning is everything, then one must win at all times. If you believe this is true, why not grant me the permission to elaborate my perspectives just on this one and nothing else. “Permission granted”. Yes, Sir. Thanks for the permission.
Engaging in a worthwhile task can only pay off the debt completely owed should the performer obtain a good success. If so, why must I not win? It is always a reflection of a refreshing and assuring nature of one’s potency when the attainment of one’s highly desired goals is glaring. It’s more heartwarming to achieve the end of that glorious task. Imagine seeing yourself some few metres away from the finishing line in a 100m race when your closest rival is 49m behind you in an Olympic game? How glamorous? How great a feeling of having the potential of surpassing even the reigning legend, Usian Bolt. Hey! The feeling of accomplishment in this situation having to see the thousands of loved ones and audience in general gathered around will, indeed, in my opinion be above the description of words. Yes, you heard me right; no combination of the letters of the English alphabets can succinctly be used to describe the feeling around you. How about the reversal of this?
But do you think with this tremendous feat, it is worth winning? If so, restart the operations of your cerebrum on this thought as soonest as possible maybe you may get the revelation.
The biggest problem of your life may set in after your well fought for victory. Your relationship with people especially your own people will be the substrate for this new development. Oh! Yeah, the National Democratic Congress (NDC) after the induction of the 3rd John’s presidency, who is one from their folds, offers a good and palatable food for thought. Intra-party disagreements and struggling as to the correct pace and type of activities which should be engaged in could not spare the party. “Atta, mo fe dull”, “what have you actually contributed to the success of the party?”, “you have no significant followers”, “are we in power or we are in opposition” and the list is endless were the expressions worth remembering not forgetting “greedy bastards, boot lickers, cockroaches coming out of their holes”. “But my brothers and sisters, have you forgotten am now a star that must glitter on everybody” seems to be answer to the questioners. “But here I am caught up in a dilemma; do I leave you, my people, or try to woo some faint-hearted opponents since I do not have the muscle to attempt at the hard-hearted ones? I know doing both will be the best but it is not feasible. I know you built me up to even be addressed “Your Excellency” but those are Ghanaians also, so what should I do? In fact, I am tired! Who even made me win? Shouldn’t it have been better to lose?” have the potential of being the frequent thoughts of the winner of the elections. Hey! Am just thinking aloud.
Dearest reader, why not take a look at the loser’s new life before you conclude “I better lose”? Hi, even in losing, there is confusion! “Na who cause the defeat of the elephant?” was the most glaring but precarious question which needed an answer. Different fingers were pointed in divergent directions of who and what sent the players back to the bench. It was quite interesting hearing some things about the hitherto well-knitted family members of honourary and revered status. In an attempt to find solace in the land of back benchers, people even accused the most successful person in the task under description on their side. How fascinating life can be? “Why should they even have tried?” was the question on some people’s lips. But, they did.
Mine oh mine, defeat be hell! Charlie, all the goodies of yesteryears are gone for good until only God knows when. Yeah, “Chasing the elephant into the bush: the politics of complacency” aptly sets the flare for what defeat really means. The verbal exchanges that greeted this yet-to-be-published book (as at the time) could not be forgotten by many Ghanaians and other political animals all over the world.
My dearest reader, I guess you read it all. Should I (or you) win or not? That is the question but whatever you decide should be well thought out for neither is a safe haven. You hear?
Folk, your thought today can make the world better tomorrow.
If winning is everything, then one must win at all times. If you believe this is true, why not grant me the permission to elaborate my perspectives just on this one and nothing else. “Permission granted”. Yes, Sir. Thanks for the permission.
Engaging in a worthwhile task can only pay off the debt completely owed should the performer obtain a good success. If so, why must I not win? It is always a reflection of a refreshing and assuring nature of one’s potency when the attainment of one’s highly desired goals is glaring. It’s more heartwarming to achieve the end of that glorious task. Imagine seeing yourself some few metres away from the finishing line in a 100m race when your closest rival is 49m behind you in an Olympic game? How glamorous? How great a feeling of having the potential of surpassing even the reigning legend, Usian Bolt. Hey! The feeling of accomplishment in this situation having to see the thousands of loved ones and audience in general gathered around will, indeed, in my opinion be above the description of words. Yes, you heard me right; no combination of the letters of the English alphabets can succinctly be used to describe the feeling around you. How about the reversal of this?
But do you think with this tremendous feat, it is worth winning? If so, restart the operations of your cerebrum on this thought as soonest as possible maybe you may get the revelation.
The biggest problem of your life may set in after your well fought for victory. Your relationship with people especially your own people will be the substrate for this new development. Oh! Yeah, the National Democratic Congress (NDC) after the induction of the 3rd John’s presidency, who is one from their folds, offers a good and palatable food for thought. Intra-party disagreements and struggling as to the correct pace and type of activities which should be engaged in could not spare the party. “Atta, mo fe dull”, “what have you actually contributed to the success of the party?”, “you have no significant followers”, “are we in power or we are in opposition” and the list is endless were the expressions worth remembering not forgetting “greedy bastards, boot lickers, cockroaches coming out of their holes”. “But my brothers and sisters, have you forgotten am now a star that must glitter on everybody” seems to be answer to the questioners. “But here I am caught up in a dilemma; do I leave you, my people, or try to woo some faint-hearted opponents since I do not have the muscle to attempt at the hard-hearted ones? I know doing both will be the best but it is not feasible. I know you built me up to even be addressed “Your Excellency” but those are Ghanaians also, so what should I do? In fact, I am tired! Who even made me win? Shouldn’t it have been better to lose?” have the potential of being the frequent thoughts of the winner of the elections. Hey! Am just thinking aloud.
Dearest reader, why not take a look at the loser’s new life before you conclude “I better lose”? Hi, even in losing, there is confusion! “Na who cause the defeat of the elephant?” was the most glaring but precarious question which needed an answer. Different fingers were pointed in divergent directions of who and what sent the players back to the bench. It was quite interesting hearing some things about the hitherto well-knitted family members of honourary and revered status. In an attempt to find solace in the land of back benchers, people even accused the most successful person in the task under description on their side. How fascinating life can be? “Why should they even have tried?” was the question on some people’s lips. But, they did.
Mine oh mine, defeat be hell! Charlie, all the goodies of yesteryears are gone for good until only God knows when. Yeah, “Chasing the elephant into the bush: the politics of complacency” aptly sets the flare for what defeat really means. The verbal exchanges that greeted this yet-to-be-published book (as at the time) could not be forgotten by many Ghanaians and other political animals all over the world.
My dearest reader, I guess you read it all. Should I (or you) win or not? That is the question but whatever you decide should be well thought out for neither is a safe haven. You hear?
Folk, your thought today can make the world better tomorrow.
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