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.
Monday, February 14, 2011
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.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
SELFLESSNESS: THE MISSING INTERMEDIATE.
That Ghana will be the beacon of hope of Africa is enthralling and can be attained if and only if we are really thirsty and hunger-stricken for this highly admirable accolade.
My beloved nation, Ghana, no doubt has made enormous strides in the past and consequently is labeled the pacesetter of many gigantic achievements on the Continent and the world at large. How great a feeling? However, with no iota of contradiction and with a strong conviction coupled with the highest sense of patriotism I averred that the beacon of hope of the land of the Black People, Africa, cannot be Ghana in its present state of affairs and cannot be in the years to come until the missing intermediate-selflessness-is perfectly inculcated into the reaction chain. Should we in our present state claimed to be the beacon of the ever glamorous and enriched Continent that undoubtedly will be an understatement and an obvious display of low image to this Continent as that will then imply this is the continent of little performers. This I will never concord.
The degree of the potency of the human resources of Ghana is incredibly colossal. The human resource of any nation unarguably is the firm and unshakable foundation upon which any worthwhile development thrives since it is the only factor that can manipulate all other parameters needed for any developmental programme. This, therefore, makes it irresistible and irreplaceable. Many emerging and undoubtedly, developed nations (in my view) like India, China and Malaysia which are now our most preferred places of visit and a continual pouring of praises can only boast of their heights due to the high level of efficiency of their human resources. It appears a dream to me, to say the least, that we repeatedly wallow in this glamorous accolade but are virtually unprepared to working towards that direction.
Folks, the world has seen our human resource expertise in many engaging fields that tend around the fortunes of the developed countries: distinguished scientists (medics, engineers etc.) some of who left the shores of their lovely nation to work in prestigious organizations in the Diaspora probably because we cannot tap their potentials and our law luminaries unmistakably have changed for the better the lives of many people both within and out of our country. These ace lawyers serve on many renowned judicial committees of many nations and highly performing international bodies the world all over. The mass of highly effective entrepreneurs and administrators our beloved nation is endowed with cannot be overemphasized. From finance through commerce to industry, these gallant men and women have survived and continue to survive in many flourishing untapped avenues. The celebrated teachers of our land cannot be overlooked. They are making strenuous efforts which are turning around the potentials of the minds of our young ones into one of productiveness and world wide competitiveness. The food sector of many countries have been changed by our proud farmers despite the minimal result being achieved by this land of their own birth in this same sector. The communications experts are all around here, however, only God knows when this much needed sector will receive the needed boost in Ghana.
Moreover, the natural resources needed by the above brains for immense economic development are more than needed on our land. Yes, you heard me right; the natural resources are more than needed. The highly priceless gold our Maker has blessed us with seems to be of no value to us. In addition, the soaring quality of cocoa being produced by our industrious but less cared about farmers sells high on the markets. Diamond, bauxite, salt and manganese among others are some other attractive minerals our land has not forgetting the evergreen forests booming with life. Yeah, I cannot forget about the large water bodies like River Volta worthy of great economic potentials flowing across the longest portion from the country: from the South to the North. Almost all the most decorated places on earth have portions using one or more of these minerals. That not withstanding, we are again blessed with oil and gas maybe to test our readiness to enjoy better lives despite the many unused and wrongly used ones available already. May God hear the prayers of that little boy praying today for a better future for Ghana.
The number of outspoken civil societies and forward-focused religious organizations in this country cannot be overlooked. Civil societies who are society changers and most of who freely and fairly seem to be on the top of defending, preserving and protecting the rights of our people are enormous. For instance, the Commonwealth Human Rights Initiative, Federation of Women Lawyers and so on have their success stories to tell whenever the opportunity springs up. My beloved nation who gives to her citizens the option to free worship has some of the finest religious bodies with competent and world-acclaimed leaders who sit at table with their compatriots the world over in their respective denominations. These bodies apart from propagating their religious beliefs also get involve in building the physical lives of our people. Also, non-governmental organizations (NGO) who are making great strides in helping the people of this land engage in the provision of water, low to medium income generating ventures, women empowerment and the like. These NGOs have increasingly being building the capacity of our people for higher productivity but why are we still here? Something might be missing somewhere.
The array of state institutions in this dear nation of ours, I humbly submit to you my dear reader that that is adequate for massive development if we really want the development we wish for. This is a country where the three arms of government are deemed to be at work. Notwithstanding the essence of their presence, more work needed to be done by these institutions. One main function that my little brain can immediately recollect from its cerebrum is that these three arms must act as checks on one another. But what are they really doing? The Commission on Human Rights and Administrative Justice (CHRAJ), Serious Fraud Office (SFO) and other highly important agencies and institutions are the same ones which are making it great else where but where not in Ghana?
Our world-acknowledged security services no doubt stand tall among the best in the world. Most security threatened nations the world over have experienced, seen and feel the dexterity of our soldiers and others on their lands. The ECOWAS, AU and UN depend to appreciable extents on these gallant men and women of our motherland in times of crises. What else do we need? But again, are we as a nation deriving the best out of our security agencies internally? Are these agencies and institutions which must be strictly (yes, strictly) independent and therefore act as such strengthened to be and do so? How can’t we enjoy the best of protection internally from our security agencies?
Renowned educational institutions of higher learning whose names have been recorded in the prestigious halls of fame of education on this planet for churning out all-round persons of worth are right here in Ghana. These institutions, both public and private, have and continued to turn out men and women of great minds who are performing extremely stupendously in various fields of human engagements. To them, they are working on many research works into many unknown areas and coming out with new discoveries. But is this the reality? Even if it is so, what is the essence of those outcomes?
Friends, despite the aforementioned few blessings we received probably because we requested for them as we often do when asserting our identity as Ghanaians: “God bless our homeland Ghana”, we are virtually at where we were before today just because of the missing intermediate-selflessness.
I humbly but profoundly submit to you, my dearest reader, that selflessness is the intermediate in the reaction chain to link the many resources we have to the ever better standards of life and development that has been but a mirage and has eluded many generations before us, even us and the would-be generations if they should tread this same line. Our ability to recognize that the welfare of the next person around us is the welfare of the larger mass of people is what we need to know and do. Patriotism to me, cannot but be selfless to one’s nation. To be proud of Ghana as it seems we almost always at the slightest opportunity want to let people know must be a burning desire to be partners in developing the next person near us hence the need for selfless engagements.
Selflessness, though, needed on the part of all of us, its requirements is highly essential on our leaders. Leaders who must come to the realization that bettering the lives of their people who willingly decided to follow them, is the main essence of leadership is the prerequisite in emancipating us from being drawers of water and hewers of wood to be enjoyers of better living. Leaders who must agree that we do not care about what they know but how what they know can be used in bettering our lives so as to make Ghana the Black Star of Africa that will glitter even in the dungeon and shackles of the worst, darkened and down-trodden circumstances.
The world is expectantly awaiting, she is sleepless for us to move ahead upon the realization that we are the magnate of true development and freedom on the continent, she wants us to provide solutions to the many afflictions being suffered by our fellows. Here comes the answer, the missing intermediate we’ve been awaiting – selflessness. Our leaders especially the political leadership must remember that we cannot continue to have them at the pinnacle of the echelons in society when the many resources of ours have been entrusted into their hands to be used to improve but not to “deprove” us . Selflessness is the hallmark of becoming the true beacon of hope of Africa. Comrades, let’s imbibe into our system the highest level of selflessness and above the sky will be our limit.
Folks, your thought today can make the world better tomorrow.
Dear reader, this is my x'mas gift to Ghana and Africa. Thanks.
My beloved nation, Ghana, no doubt has made enormous strides in the past and consequently is labeled the pacesetter of many gigantic achievements on the Continent and the world at large. How great a feeling? However, with no iota of contradiction and with a strong conviction coupled with the highest sense of patriotism I averred that the beacon of hope of the land of the Black People, Africa, cannot be Ghana in its present state of affairs and cannot be in the years to come until the missing intermediate-selflessness-is perfectly inculcated into the reaction chain. Should we in our present state claimed to be the beacon of the ever glamorous and enriched Continent that undoubtedly will be an understatement and an obvious display of low image to this Continent as that will then imply this is the continent of little performers. This I will never concord.
The degree of the potency of the human resources of Ghana is incredibly colossal. The human resource of any nation unarguably is the firm and unshakable foundation upon which any worthwhile development thrives since it is the only factor that can manipulate all other parameters needed for any developmental programme. This, therefore, makes it irresistible and irreplaceable. Many emerging and undoubtedly, developed nations (in my view) like India, China and Malaysia which are now our most preferred places of visit and a continual pouring of praises can only boast of their heights due to the high level of efficiency of their human resources. It appears a dream to me, to say the least, that we repeatedly wallow in this glamorous accolade but are virtually unprepared to working towards that direction.
Folks, the world has seen our human resource expertise in many engaging fields that tend around the fortunes of the developed countries: distinguished scientists (medics, engineers etc.) some of who left the shores of their lovely nation to work in prestigious organizations in the Diaspora probably because we cannot tap their potentials and our law luminaries unmistakably have changed for the better the lives of many people both within and out of our country. These ace lawyers serve on many renowned judicial committees of many nations and highly performing international bodies the world all over. The mass of highly effective entrepreneurs and administrators our beloved nation is endowed with cannot be overemphasized. From finance through commerce to industry, these gallant men and women have survived and continue to survive in many flourishing untapped avenues. The celebrated teachers of our land cannot be overlooked. They are making strenuous efforts which are turning around the potentials of the minds of our young ones into one of productiveness and world wide competitiveness. The food sector of many countries have been changed by our proud farmers despite the minimal result being achieved by this land of their own birth in this same sector. The communications experts are all around here, however, only God knows when this much needed sector will receive the needed boost in Ghana.
Moreover, the natural resources needed by the above brains for immense economic development are more than needed on our land. Yes, you heard me right; the natural resources are more than needed. The highly priceless gold our Maker has blessed us with seems to be of no value to us. In addition, the soaring quality of cocoa being produced by our industrious but less cared about farmers sells high on the markets. Diamond, bauxite, salt and manganese among others are some other attractive minerals our land has not forgetting the evergreen forests booming with life. Yeah, I cannot forget about the large water bodies like River Volta worthy of great economic potentials flowing across the longest portion from the country: from the South to the North. Almost all the most decorated places on earth have portions using one or more of these minerals. That not withstanding, we are again blessed with oil and gas maybe to test our readiness to enjoy better lives despite the many unused and wrongly used ones available already. May God hear the prayers of that little boy praying today for a better future for Ghana.
The number of outspoken civil societies and forward-focused religious organizations in this country cannot be overlooked. Civil societies who are society changers and most of who freely and fairly seem to be on the top of defending, preserving and protecting the rights of our people are enormous. For instance, the Commonwealth Human Rights Initiative, Federation of Women Lawyers and so on have their success stories to tell whenever the opportunity springs up. My beloved nation who gives to her citizens the option to free worship has some of the finest religious bodies with competent and world-acclaimed leaders who sit at table with their compatriots the world over in their respective denominations. These bodies apart from propagating their religious beliefs also get involve in building the physical lives of our people. Also, non-governmental organizations (NGO) who are making great strides in helping the people of this land engage in the provision of water, low to medium income generating ventures, women empowerment and the like. These NGOs have increasingly being building the capacity of our people for higher productivity but why are we still here? Something might be missing somewhere.
The array of state institutions in this dear nation of ours, I humbly submit to you my dear reader that that is adequate for massive development if we really want the development we wish for. This is a country where the three arms of government are deemed to be at work. Notwithstanding the essence of their presence, more work needed to be done by these institutions. One main function that my little brain can immediately recollect from its cerebrum is that these three arms must act as checks on one another. But what are they really doing? The Commission on Human Rights and Administrative Justice (CHRAJ), Serious Fraud Office (SFO) and other highly important agencies and institutions are the same ones which are making it great else where but where not in Ghana?
Our world-acknowledged security services no doubt stand tall among the best in the world. Most security threatened nations the world over have experienced, seen and feel the dexterity of our soldiers and others on their lands. The ECOWAS, AU and UN depend to appreciable extents on these gallant men and women of our motherland in times of crises. What else do we need? But again, are we as a nation deriving the best out of our security agencies internally? Are these agencies and institutions which must be strictly (yes, strictly) independent and therefore act as such strengthened to be and do so? How can’t we enjoy the best of protection internally from our security agencies?
Renowned educational institutions of higher learning whose names have been recorded in the prestigious halls of fame of education on this planet for churning out all-round persons of worth are right here in Ghana. These institutions, both public and private, have and continued to turn out men and women of great minds who are performing extremely stupendously in various fields of human engagements. To them, they are working on many research works into many unknown areas and coming out with new discoveries. But is this the reality? Even if it is so, what is the essence of those outcomes?
Friends, despite the aforementioned few blessings we received probably because we requested for them as we often do when asserting our identity as Ghanaians: “God bless our homeland Ghana”, we are virtually at where we were before today just because of the missing intermediate-selflessness.
I humbly but profoundly submit to you, my dearest reader, that selflessness is the intermediate in the reaction chain to link the many resources we have to the ever better standards of life and development that has been but a mirage and has eluded many generations before us, even us and the would-be generations if they should tread this same line. Our ability to recognize that the welfare of the next person around us is the welfare of the larger mass of people is what we need to know and do. Patriotism to me, cannot but be selfless to one’s nation. To be proud of Ghana as it seems we almost always at the slightest opportunity want to let people know must be a burning desire to be partners in developing the next person near us hence the need for selfless engagements.
Selflessness, though, needed on the part of all of us, its requirements is highly essential on our leaders. Leaders who must come to the realization that bettering the lives of their people who willingly decided to follow them, is the main essence of leadership is the prerequisite in emancipating us from being drawers of water and hewers of wood to be enjoyers of better living. Leaders who must agree that we do not care about what they know but how what they know can be used in bettering our lives so as to make Ghana the Black Star of Africa that will glitter even in the dungeon and shackles of the worst, darkened and down-trodden circumstances.
The world is expectantly awaiting, she is sleepless for us to move ahead upon the realization that we are the magnate of true development and freedom on the continent, she wants us to provide solutions to the many afflictions being suffered by our fellows. Here comes the answer, the missing intermediate we’ve been awaiting – selflessness. Our leaders especially the political leadership must remember that we cannot continue to have them at the pinnacle of the echelons in society when the many resources of ours have been entrusted into their hands to be used to improve but not to “deprove” us . Selflessness is the hallmark of becoming the true beacon of hope of Africa. Comrades, let’s imbibe into our system the highest level of selflessness and above the sky will be our limit.
Folks, your thought today can make the world better tomorrow.
Dear reader, this is my x'mas gift to Ghana and Africa. Thanks.
Friday, October 9, 2009
WINTER IN GHANA?
WINTER IN GHANA?
The word winter was first heard when I was in Class four. Yeah, the good old days! Since then, I read and heard about this stunning season experienced in Europe and America.
From all the readings made on winter, it is experienced mainly within the months of December, January and February and in Europe and America. During this time, there occurs the shortest of days, intensive snow, lowest temperature, blizzard, ice fog and the coldest of weather cannot spare them. Aliens find it very difficult and nearly impossible to cope with these situations on those continents. However, kudos to acclimatisation, with the passage of time, my good folks, the self imposed aliens on those continents, are also able to adapt to those nerve-wracking conditions just like the indigenes. How they do it? Merely by wearing things they won’t come close to were they in their home continent-the ever rich Black Continent of Africa.
It is not by chance to see both the white and their coloured counterparts (to the uninitiated, that refers to Blacks!) in woollen materials, thick gloves and equally thick socks and boots and not forgetting those highly knitted and compacted hats and caps. Oh! No, I learnt some even cover themselves with blankets during this intriguing moment. But hey! Life goes on.
Yeah! This reminds me of that day. After having the best of my vacation holidays since entering the University, I considered it yet another momentous event when asked to go to Ho on a mission on the eve of reopening school for this semester-the 1st semester of 2009/10 academic year. I thereof started my journey to the Capital town of my home region. While about to go, I decided to use the Adidome-Ho route. In fact, I was “honoured” to use this same road being used by some “big” men and women in society not excluding the “roads master”. After having journeyed some few kilometers from Adidome, I noticed something strange. You know what? The other passengers on board wore double attires with the women in double hair gears and a single hair gear (actually handkerchiefs!) for the men. Having been fascinated at this, I kept this strange sight to myself and only waited patiently to see what happens next. No sooner than I ever thought, dried and weightless dust particles started blowing and entering into the bus. “Oh! My God! How come I didn’t know this earlier”? was my thought. “Aha! This is why these people were in double attires”, I reflected. The journey continued with the incessant inward bound dust particles but who am I to complain. It went on till we crossed the main Dzodze to Ho road. My neatly ironed short sleeve shirt with a pair of trousers matching it just turned into something else. Frankly speaking, my handsome “chocolate” skin and black hair just metamorphosised into an “ofridzeto”. The exoderm (my good friends the amateur scientists that is the outermost part of the skin) of my arms could easily passed for a writing board for my unlucky, underprivileged dear ones in the neglected hamlets of my country. Having entered Ho, I dusted myself but still I couldn’t feel normal. The thought of buying new attires to wear kept criss-crossing my mind but Charlie, where de money dey? Those with their “winter clothes” on only took them off and bingo! away they left. I stood there perplexed and clueless. After some time, I dashed off to where I have been sent since I can’t keep on crying over spilt milk.
My curiosity of knowing more about that part of my Region compelled me to use the Ho-Akatsi route back home. Indeed, this was rather disheartening. I was alarmed at the nature of this road too. In fact, it’s a senior in terms of level of worseness to the earlier one I used.
Folks, interestingly, despite the bad nature of these roads in this area, flyers of my “big” men and women who want to represent my good people also found their way on these roads. Are they really roads? Only God knows. But hey! These areas are not the only places in such conditions in the country.
My “Big” men and women from these areas, we don’t and may not ever experience winter in Ghana. This is the time to change the living conditions of my people for in only two days after now, your thought of doing it tomorrow would have been yesterday. Rise up, my “Big” men and women for this is your time to serve humanity, to meet the humble desires of my people.
Folks, your thought today can make the world better tomorrow.
The word winter was first heard when I was in Class four. Yeah, the good old days! Since then, I read and heard about this stunning season experienced in Europe and America.
From all the readings made on winter, it is experienced mainly within the months of December, January and February and in Europe and America. During this time, there occurs the shortest of days, intensive snow, lowest temperature, blizzard, ice fog and the coldest of weather cannot spare them. Aliens find it very difficult and nearly impossible to cope with these situations on those continents. However, kudos to acclimatisation, with the passage of time, my good folks, the self imposed aliens on those continents, are also able to adapt to those nerve-wracking conditions just like the indigenes. How they do it? Merely by wearing things they won’t come close to were they in their home continent-the ever rich Black Continent of Africa.
It is not by chance to see both the white and their coloured counterparts (to the uninitiated, that refers to Blacks!) in woollen materials, thick gloves and equally thick socks and boots and not forgetting those highly knitted and compacted hats and caps. Oh! No, I learnt some even cover themselves with blankets during this intriguing moment. But hey! Life goes on.
Yeah! This reminds me of that day. After having the best of my vacation holidays since entering the University, I considered it yet another momentous event when asked to go to Ho on a mission on the eve of reopening school for this semester-the 1st semester of 2009/10 academic year. I thereof started my journey to the Capital town of my home region. While about to go, I decided to use the Adidome-Ho route. In fact, I was “honoured” to use this same road being used by some “big” men and women in society not excluding the “roads master”. After having journeyed some few kilometers from Adidome, I noticed something strange. You know what? The other passengers on board wore double attires with the women in double hair gears and a single hair gear (actually handkerchiefs!) for the men. Having been fascinated at this, I kept this strange sight to myself and only waited patiently to see what happens next. No sooner than I ever thought, dried and weightless dust particles started blowing and entering into the bus. “Oh! My God! How come I didn’t know this earlier”? was my thought. “Aha! This is why these people were in double attires”, I reflected. The journey continued with the incessant inward bound dust particles but who am I to complain. It went on till we crossed the main Dzodze to Ho road. My neatly ironed short sleeve shirt with a pair of trousers matching it just turned into something else. Frankly speaking, my handsome “chocolate” skin and black hair just metamorphosised into an “ofridzeto”. The exoderm (my good friends the amateur scientists that is the outermost part of the skin) of my arms could easily passed for a writing board for my unlucky, underprivileged dear ones in the neglected hamlets of my country. Having entered Ho, I dusted myself but still I couldn’t feel normal. The thought of buying new attires to wear kept criss-crossing my mind but Charlie, where de money dey? Those with their “winter clothes” on only took them off and bingo! away they left. I stood there perplexed and clueless. After some time, I dashed off to where I have been sent since I can’t keep on crying over spilt milk.
My curiosity of knowing more about that part of my Region compelled me to use the Ho-Akatsi route back home. Indeed, this was rather disheartening. I was alarmed at the nature of this road too. In fact, it’s a senior in terms of level of worseness to the earlier one I used.
Folks, interestingly, despite the bad nature of these roads in this area, flyers of my “big” men and women who want to represent my good people also found their way on these roads. Are they really roads? Only God knows. But hey! These areas are not the only places in such conditions in the country.
My “Big” men and women from these areas, we don’t and may not ever experience winter in Ghana. This is the time to change the living conditions of my people for in only two days after now, your thought of doing it tomorrow would have been yesterday. Rise up, my “Big” men and women for this is your time to serve humanity, to meet the humble desires of my people.
Folks, your thought today can make the world better tomorrow.
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