So they say; “They are this”, “They are that”, “They are that and that”. Today, I ask again, who are they?
The African is attributed to so many by fellow Africans and non-Africans alike. One that comes to mind readily is that which says that they are people who are fighting with one another. Interestingly, most of these are untrue; yes, they are mostly the figment of their own imaginations. How and why that happens, I am yet to know and promise to tell you when we meet next time.
I had one of the best moments of my lifetime when I arrived at the Vaernes Airport, Trondheim from the Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam today. Upon arrival at the said airport, I could not exchange my few USD for some NOK so as to use for boarding a bus to the Trondheim town which was contrary to earlier information I had. Within minutes, an African (Ugandan to be precise) noticed this and inquired if he can be of help. Having being promised by the driver of the said bus not to worry and that that will be dealt with, I turned down his request in a humble manner. Moments after he realised that the friend of mine with me (another Ghanaian) and I are still encountering some difficulty, the gentleman got off the bus he boarded and explicitly asked us to get on board so that he could pay for us after which we could repay him when the money has been exchanged. Hey! The African? Yes, Africa’s African! The show is really yet to unfold.
En route to Moholt student village, we had some talk together. Upon arrival at the said destination, many African colleagues most of whom he was at the airport to meet were exceptional to relate to. Buddy, it was great being with these people. These are people who I just met. We walked together for several minutes during which the freshmen and women including my good self were taken to our various rooms, one after the other. This is just the beginning.
My newly found friends from the Black people’s continent just got some palatable and delicious cross-cultural continental dishes for us; yes, for all of us. We had some nice time together; ate, drank (non alcoholic!) and interacted.
It is refreshing to say at this juncture that the famous ubuntu and enviable African hospitality was at its peak again. Comrade, what a show of a true African identity! My newly found friends from Uganda and Tanzania: Mathias, Moses, Carol, Dalphin, Samuel, Daniel, Flora and the rest, I doff my hat and salute you all for raising high the banner of the African and Africanness. Let us all keep the spirit of togetherness and oneness not only when outside the continent but with one another and the world at all times for this is the greatest responsibility.
Remember, your thought today can make the world better tomorrow.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
THE ROAD TO THE WEST OF THE WEST.
Yeah, it is there that the cemetery, both the Christian and non-Christian, is located. It housed the many untapped potentials of the one who would have produced the most unprecedented invention on earth, it is the home of the greatest personality whose thought would have made the world better. It is definitely the abode of that person who the world would have marvelled at should s/he be alive today. Again, it will be the resting place of you who hail from Tefle after your hard life’s work. That is the west of where it all began – Tefle P.C.G. Primary School.
It is highly a nostalgic moment today recapturing how I swept my plot which was situated closed to this same side – the west. During breakfast, we consumed the ever available and cheap-to-buy boiled maize with either coconut or groundnut with some little variations on few occasions. After this, my friends and I get to our classrooms for the rest of the day’s work. The senior colleagues at the time sometimes find their way to the west (cemetery) where they chatted and chatted till they are forced by the sound of the bell to get back to class.
The west when I found myself in JHS was the famous and highly respected Battor RC Hospital. Close to it was the assembly ground where we meet during our afternoon closing periods.
Certainly, the west at the Great SOGASCO housed the bush ‘K’ and the minor outlet to town. Visiting Bush ‘K’ was a great moment, you know. It blessed us with the upgrading of the stomach to its actual and true level. Times when it become pretty difficult for me to get there, it had mercy on me and send me some satisfying gifts through benevolent friends. Bush ‘K’, I thank you.
Memories of the Great Hall with all its superb outlook that depicts the great tower of learning at UG runs through my mind immediately. So, magnificent and visibly adoring it is. That is really great. But hey I cannot forget this too. Climbing to the top (Great Hall) is rather a breathtaking experience hence fearful to tread by almost all students. But who are you not to climb if you have problems with your grade(s)? You better start jumping there now!
This is the moment. This is the time. How many have seen, heard or imagined it? But it is real. It is the moment that I must have another encounter with a west, the west of the West. Yes, that is its name. How did it happen? Nothing much to talk about except to say that that which I have and earnestly hopes to have are all allowed by the Lord God Almighty for His service and the service of mankind. It was that blessed few seconds of a click on a friend’s laptop and encouragement from another friend who was also doing his despite the much reluctance of both the laptop’s owner and myself that got it through. Having entered the details about two times without success, I nearly gave up but hey with the voice of that colleague engineered by God, I tried again and this time, it went through. Yes, get up and on and do it again, just one more time for it might be the moment we have all been waiting for.
After the tussle of getting the ‘lorry’ fare for the journey to the west of the West, it must be made and it is being made. For the first time, I am off to the west of the West. At the entrance of the gate to this well designed and splendid looking vehicle that will carry about 380 passengers, I remembered those moments of walking for about two hours on foot at dawn just to get to school on time. How dramatic? Why this drastic change? How? Yes, I ask why and how? I realised it is the Lord.
It is that moment of sitting with the indigenes of the west of the West not just in one vehicle but on one stretch of a seat. Martin Luther King Jr. and his comrades suffered on the train and buses of Montgomery but today it is possible that a not too long ago smallish boy can come this far. That is how far the human race has come. The kingly treat given on this refined foot cannot escape the information hungry pen of mine. Oh, it is true. Yes, it is true.
Having been on this journey for about eight hours must remind me of walking for about two hours. This is how far the Ghanaian child has come.
It is one of remembrance. It is one worth celebrating. It is one worth meditating on. It is one worthy of …
Several ‘wests’ have I encountered but this is the west of the West, one with a distinct feature. Many are those who have gone there and have made the best out of it; lives have been changed from worse to better and economies of nations have and continue to be transformed by that single experience. That is how far they have come. I cannot also pretend to say that I have not seen many who had not made anything out of it.
This is the moment for the Promising Child of Africa for the World. Will the road to the west of the West be used to make the world a better place to live in or not? With the Lord God on my side, I promise that victory beckons again. Yes, it beckons from all sides of the globe; not just from the west of the West but from north, south, east, central and the west. Yes, humanity can be better off for it is possible.
Folk, remember, your thought today can make the world a better place tomorrow. Think about it.
(written while on the road to the west of the West on Wednesday, 10th August, 2011).
It is highly a nostalgic moment today recapturing how I swept my plot which was situated closed to this same side – the west. During breakfast, we consumed the ever available and cheap-to-buy boiled maize with either coconut or groundnut with some little variations on few occasions. After this, my friends and I get to our classrooms for the rest of the day’s work. The senior colleagues at the time sometimes find their way to the west (cemetery) where they chatted and chatted till they are forced by the sound of the bell to get back to class.
The west when I found myself in JHS was the famous and highly respected Battor RC Hospital. Close to it was the assembly ground where we meet during our afternoon closing periods.
Certainly, the west at the Great SOGASCO housed the bush ‘K’ and the minor outlet to town. Visiting Bush ‘K’ was a great moment, you know. It blessed us with the upgrading of the stomach to its actual and true level. Times when it become pretty difficult for me to get there, it had mercy on me and send me some satisfying gifts through benevolent friends. Bush ‘K’, I thank you.
Memories of the Great Hall with all its superb outlook that depicts the great tower of learning at UG runs through my mind immediately. So, magnificent and visibly adoring it is. That is really great. But hey I cannot forget this too. Climbing to the top (Great Hall) is rather a breathtaking experience hence fearful to tread by almost all students. But who are you not to climb if you have problems with your grade(s)? You better start jumping there now!
This is the moment. This is the time. How many have seen, heard or imagined it? But it is real. It is the moment that I must have another encounter with a west, the west of the West. Yes, that is its name. How did it happen? Nothing much to talk about except to say that that which I have and earnestly hopes to have are all allowed by the Lord God Almighty for His service and the service of mankind. It was that blessed few seconds of a click on a friend’s laptop and encouragement from another friend who was also doing his despite the much reluctance of both the laptop’s owner and myself that got it through. Having entered the details about two times without success, I nearly gave up but hey with the voice of that colleague engineered by God, I tried again and this time, it went through. Yes, get up and on and do it again, just one more time for it might be the moment we have all been waiting for.
After the tussle of getting the ‘lorry’ fare for the journey to the west of the West, it must be made and it is being made. For the first time, I am off to the west of the West. At the entrance of the gate to this well designed and splendid looking vehicle that will carry about 380 passengers, I remembered those moments of walking for about two hours on foot at dawn just to get to school on time. How dramatic? Why this drastic change? How? Yes, I ask why and how? I realised it is the Lord.
It is that moment of sitting with the indigenes of the west of the West not just in one vehicle but on one stretch of a seat. Martin Luther King Jr. and his comrades suffered on the train and buses of Montgomery but today it is possible that a not too long ago smallish boy can come this far. That is how far the human race has come. The kingly treat given on this refined foot cannot escape the information hungry pen of mine. Oh, it is true. Yes, it is true.
Having been on this journey for about eight hours must remind me of walking for about two hours. This is how far the Ghanaian child has come.
It is one of remembrance. It is one worth celebrating. It is one worth meditating on. It is one worthy of …
Several ‘wests’ have I encountered but this is the west of the West, one with a distinct feature. Many are those who have gone there and have made the best out of it; lives have been changed from worse to better and economies of nations have and continue to be transformed by that single experience. That is how far they have come. I cannot also pretend to say that I have not seen many who had not made anything out of it.
This is the moment for the Promising Child of Africa for the World. Will the road to the west of the West be used to make the world a better place to live in or not? With the Lord God on my side, I promise that victory beckons again. Yes, it beckons from all sides of the globe; not just from the west of the West but from north, south, east, central and the west. Yes, humanity can be better off for it is possible.
Folk, remember, your thought today can make the world a better place tomorrow. Think about it.
(written while on the road to the west of the West on Wednesday, 10th August, 2011).
Monday, February 14, 2011
THE DANGER'S DAY
Oh! I hear it is here again. Echoes of the so-called Val’s Day welcome one to this bright Monday morning, the 14th of February, 2011 when s/he either tunes in to any of the electronic media and/or the mere peeping through one’s window to observe what’s going on outside one’s place of sleep.
Many are the stories told about Valentine’s Day briskly nicknamed Val’s Day. I must admit that almost all of such tales I heard are fairly fascinating. One that comes to mind readily is that which purports that the day is named after St. Valentine who lived several years ago. By virtue of kindness associated with his memory, people tend to celebrate this day to show their love for him. There is one too that argues that it came about due to its link with the goddess of love, sex or immorality that existed many years in human history. In fact, many are the stories told about its origin and its significance. For the purpose of this paper, let us leave that for some other day.
Today, in Ghana, the day is marked by the wearing of anything coloured red. Interestingly, many people are so much entangled in this web of Val’s Day celebration that not even their non-human associates are left out on the colour of the day: their cars, pets, in and out door decorations and the list is actually endless.
Apart from the usage of the ever bright, highly eye-catching and sensitive colour that this day has carved for itself, it is also associated with gross sexual impunity. The rate of sexual immorality displayed on this day is like no one’s business. Yeah, it is unimaginable and incomparable to no other day. The reason? The day is about love and love is about sex, hence, by mathematical implication, the day is about sex. Yeah, that is what they say.
To nations, cultures, corporate institutions and any human grouping, symbols which has colour as an integral component, are held in high esteem. Certainly, Ghana is not an exception. In the Ghanaian society, the colour red is linked with danger or an unpleasant, sad or grieve moment. The death of a relative which is by all standards undesirable and a never-wished for event is shown by wearing red. The expression of anger, disgust or unacceptance in the Ghanaian culture is portrayed through the use of the red colour.
From the above meaning of red to the Ghanaian, it becomes if not puzzling then intriguing why on earth this danger alerting symbolic day is marked with such relevance to the extent that the large mouthed at times attempt calling for a holiday. My God!
I am of the fervent opinion that if we hold claim to our assertion that colours and their meanings form a core part of our existence, then let us use this day wisely. Some few years ago, an innovation that brought about the Chocofest concept is a nice one in that direction. But how have we come?
The day of love as it is, I believe with conviction, can be lived better and more fruitful. Let us use this love day to show love to fellow human beings and even nonhumans should the need be bearing in mind that age-old creed that has it that for a better society to be created we must all accept our responsibility in improving the general life of humanity. Please, do someone some good today that s/he cannot pay for and you would have lived the Val’s Day more fruitful and productive. To him or her who has ears, let him or her hear what is being said!
Pal, be alert for the day of danger is here again. Take caution!
Folk, remember that the world appreciates your love today and do something good to someone this day being mindful that your thought today can make the world better tomorrow.
Many are the stories told about Valentine’s Day briskly nicknamed Val’s Day. I must admit that almost all of such tales I heard are fairly fascinating. One that comes to mind readily is that which purports that the day is named after St. Valentine who lived several years ago. By virtue of kindness associated with his memory, people tend to celebrate this day to show their love for him. There is one too that argues that it came about due to its link with the goddess of love, sex or immorality that existed many years in human history. In fact, many are the stories told about its origin and its significance. For the purpose of this paper, let us leave that for some other day.
Today, in Ghana, the day is marked by the wearing of anything coloured red. Interestingly, many people are so much entangled in this web of Val’s Day celebration that not even their non-human associates are left out on the colour of the day: their cars, pets, in and out door decorations and the list is actually endless.
Apart from the usage of the ever bright, highly eye-catching and sensitive colour that this day has carved for itself, it is also associated with gross sexual impunity. The rate of sexual immorality displayed on this day is like no one’s business. Yeah, it is unimaginable and incomparable to no other day. The reason? The day is about love and love is about sex, hence, by mathematical implication, the day is about sex. Yeah, that is what they say.
To nations, cultures, corporate institutions and any human grouping, symbols which has colour as an integral component, are held in high esteem. Certainly, Ghana is not an exception. In the Ghanaian society, the colour red is linked with danger or an unpleasant, sad or grieve moment. The death of a relative which is by all standards undesirable and a never-wished for event is shown by wearing red. The expression of anger, disgust or unacceptance in the Ghanaian culture is portrayed through the use of the red colour.
From the above meaning of red to the Ghanaian, it becomes if not puzzling then intriguing why on earth this danger alerting symbolic day is marked with such relevance to the extent that the large mouthed at times attempt calling for a holiday. My God!
I am of the fervent opinion that if we hold claim to our assertion that colours and their meanings form a core part of our existence, then let us use this day wisely. Some few years ago, an innovation that brought about the Chocofest concept is a nice one in that direction. But how have we come?
The day of love as it is, I believe with conviction, can be lived better and more fruitful. Let us use this love day to show love to fellow human beings and even nonhumans should the need be bearing in mind that age-old creed that has it that for a better society to be created we must all accept our responsibility in improving the general life of humanity. Please, do someone some good today that s/he cannot pay for and you would have lived the Val’s Day more fruitful and productive. To him or her who has ears, let him or her hear what is being said!
Pal, be alert for the day of danger is here again. Take caution!
Folk, remember that the world appreciates your love today and do something good to someone this day being mindful that your thought today can make the world better tomorrow.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
IT'S BEEN LONG TIME COMING
The long winding queues which stretched along the forecourts of the five traditional halls of the Premier varsity in Ghana on that momentous day as the day unfolds with a cool breeze and ushered in the sunny weather when my colleagues and I were beaming with smiles is worth remembering. Yes, Wednesday, August 8, 2006 was that extraordinary day marked on our calendar.
It has been a time of mixed feelings; moments of excitement and ecstasy, times of looming doom and worries clothed with days of uncertainties, times when our hearts inched close to be located at the peak of the tip of our tongue were the descriptions of the days gone by.
Hey, after all the waiting, indeed after all that has happened and even those which were only experienced in the reality of our imaginations, alas! the moment we’ve all been waiting for is here. As I see myself proceed to the dais to be honoured and appreciated (in my mind’s eye since I couldn’t attend the congregation!), my mind traveled that long length of time of 1460 days and could not help but beam with broad smiles. Being part of the 15% of the 1040 undergrad grads with the ultimate and topmost division in the year’s graduation class is quite humbling.
As the VC pronounced us as grads amidst hilarious and heartwarming shouts of hurray followed by the throwing of our caps into the air, that dream cultivated during the days of our primary education, now becomes a reality. To God Be The Glory.
Comrade, because of what we have done and what has been done today, I challenged you to go out and make the world better having as your principal tenet that the world can be made better tomorrow by your positive thought today and that the true essence of your education and existence on earth is to accept your responsibility in the development of humanity.
May God bless us all.
It has been a time of mixed feelings; moments of excitement and ecstasy, times of looming doom and worries clothed with days of uncertainties, times when our hearts inched close to be located at the peak of the tip of our tongue were the descriptions of the days gone by.
Hey, after all the waiting, indeed after all that has happened and even those which were only experienced in the reality of our imaginations, alas! the moment we’ve all been waiting for is here. As I see myself proceed to the dais to be honoured and appreciated (in my mind’s eye since I couldn’t attend the congregation!), my mind traveled that long length of time of 1460 days and could not help but beam with broad smiles. Being part of the 15% of the 1040 undergrad grads with the ultimate and topmost division in the year’s graduation class is quite humbling.
As the VC pronounced us as grads amidst hilarious and heartwarming shouts of hurray followed by the throwing of our caps into the air, that dream cultivated during the days of our primary education, now becomes a reality. To God Be The Glory.
Comrade, because of what we have done and what has been done today, I challenged you to go out and make the world better having as your principal tenet that the world can be made better tomorrow by your positive thought today and that the true essence of your education and existence on earth is to accept your responsibility in the development of humanity.
May God bless us all.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
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.
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.
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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