Dead Dolphins

Posted in Uncategorized on April 9, 2021 by kola
Photo from online

It’s been so long since I wrote anything on any of my blogs and it is not because I don’t have content but interestingly my muse seems to have gone on a long break which probably is bad for my popularity and blogging brand. But hey I’m back.

In these past months since I posted anything here, several incidents have caught my attention that should have brought me rushing to this gadget to type my thoughts on these several issues. Notable amongst them has been The Covid Election 2020 as I’ve personally come to call it, the events before and after the election, the kinda apathy Ghana folk showed for this particular election, the riots after, the inauguration, the state of the nation (will definitely come to that) and then finally the election petition and its aftermath. All this didn’t get me writing because after all what was I gonna say that hasn’t been said already and how far has what has been said gone anyways.

During Ghana independence day weekend I decided to take a road trip to a part of Ghana I’d never been and this was a pretty exciting trip. Axim is on the western side of the country and the furthest I’d been was Takoradi. It was on this trip that I got to know that there were actually dolphins in the offshore area of Axim.

It’s pretty interesting to know that I only found this out when I was treated to a sumptuous VIP lunch at the Axim Beach Resort choosing to eat outdoors from the restaurant near the pool and facing the scene of the Atlantic ocean and its horizon. It was whilst I was walking towards the ocean front, with the waves beating loudly on the beach, that I noticed the cameos in the resort swimming pool were of dolphins and it was explained that Axim was also called Dolphin Town. Once in a while there were sightings of dolphins offshore and sometimes they came close to the beach for people to get to see them. Also some fishermen caught one once in a while and it was such a delicacy.

Its been a month since that trip and being back in the Savanna, the global warming has it with temperatures as high as 46 degrees during the day and as low as 19degrees in the wee hours of dawn. I’m mentioning global warming because only a month after the trip to Axim, over 50 adult dolphins have been washed ashore dead and some few alive, at the Axim beach. That’s a lot of dolphins in one day and several explanations have been given for the incident.

The Dolphins were stressed?? ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™„photo credit Citi TV

Some others posit that dolphins are pretty delicate animals and that there could have been a seismic shift undersea that could’ve led to their being washed ashore. Its also been rumoured that maybe there was an oil or chemical spill offshore and this had led to the dolphins having to be driven to the shore.

Well all this is in the wind but what’s the importance of this to the inhabitants of Axim. The true state of the nation comes into play here. Citizens and residents go into survival mode. With the dolphins washed to the shore and even into some homes in the fishing communities, residents saw it as a means to an end. Dolphin is a delicacy served on a seafood platter and hitherto pretty expensive. With them being awash , now was the time to cash in even though the cause of their being beached was still unknown especially if it was due to poisoning thus making consumption pretty hazardous.

Inasmuch as the government authorities and agents of agencies warned against consumption of the fish, people still went ahead and have prepared it for consumption and sale on the local market. All of a sudden people went to find loans so they can invest in this business of dolphin sales and when government started clamping down on those preparing the fish for sale, the age old mantra comes up that same government should do something about it and come to the aid of the people because they’ve taken loans for the business and these loans are going to be defaulted if they don’t sell on the market.

Dolphin loans

Indeed at a time when most Ghanaians live from hand to mouth and by “kpakpakpa” doing any odd jobs or businesses that come to mind, it’s pretty sad that the fish should end up on the market in the first place especially when the cause of the incident is not clear. Even if the fish was stressed and died via stress on the beach, what are the effects of a dead stressed dolphin on an already economically, covid 19. social decorum bereft, social media frenzy and political and generally stressed Ghanaian.

Personally, I don’t wanna think far. I hope that those involved do the right thing and this incident does not affect the ecology of the Axim coast. The effects of global warming are real and we each need to mitigate these effects before our very human existence is threatened.

Like I always say, it begins with YOU!

July 2020

Posted in Uncategorized on August 22, 2020 by kola

Indeed the month of July of this particular year 2020 will go down in my memory as one of the worst months. As if it wasnโ€™t enough that the year itself has been one heck of a rollercoaster, the month of July had capped it with misfortunes and sadness.

I cant even begin to type some of the events but will dwell on the highlights and the ones that shook me the most. Obviously topping the list will be the untimely demise of my friend and brother Sena Dey. Even the way we found out that he had passed was a contributory factor to our grief. The man was supposed to visit up north and we had been trying to call him that morning to confirm travel plans since the time was due for his visit up north. The time was especially due too because it was a time for him to relax away from the life of the capital.

Whoever thought Eddy was gonna leave us so soon. As my girl with the red hair aptly put it โ€˜we believed he would live foreverโ€™ and she is right. This is a dude who was so full of life and selflessly checking on every one of us never once complaining. Dude was there for everyone, larger than life and ever smiling. Damn! GOD really knows best and weโ€™d miss him so much. Iโ€™m teary eyed just typing this.

Then it was also Miguel, the exotic basketball shoes collector who played basketball and turned his passion, cooking, into a job. Head chef of a tertiary institution and our reunion was such a fancy one. We had gone to attend a couples program and when I walked in to have dinner and who should shout my name but him. We hadnโ€™t seen each other in almost a decade and it was nice catching up with his stories of living abroad and learning how to cook under some of the best chefs in the world. Dude even brought his 18month old daughter to come and meet Uncle Kola and after coaxing her for a while I got to carry her and get her to smile. Miguel died three days before Eddy did and was buried a week after Eddy was buried.

My bosom friend Ojay, my naija brother from another mother. The man I can call any time of the day and he will answer my call and go running. By a twist of fate one of my adopted daughters found herself in a bind in Abachaland and as usual I picked up a phone to call the one person I can always count on to unravel any mysteries in any part of that land. The news he gave me hit me hard like Iโ€™ve been slammed down on the mat in a WWE wrestling rumble. He had lost both his grandmas and his mom during the same period and he was in a bind himself. I couldnโ€™t just imagine the grief my friend was in having lost two generations of women in his life with one fell stroke. Ojay hang in there my friend. God indeed knows best.

Indeed the final one even makes me smile and inasmuch as Iโ€™m shaken by events in July, my faith in God remains unshaken. So Eddy loved pork and called it swine, so to celebrate his life, I got my pseudo family of his friends to celebrate his life and it wouldnโ€™t have been complete without grilled pork. The closest place to get such a delicacy was another friend of ours, Madam Mavis, who run an eatery. Interestingly we had formed a political pressure group and she was its organizing secretary and I was her unofficial assistant. We made the call if there was pork available and placed our order and we went to collect our order for our party. Getting there we couldnโ€™t see her because we were told she wasnโ€™t well. As a Rotarian, Madam Mavis was popular in rotarian circles havenโ€™t once been a past president of one of the chapters in the capital. I was sitting in the loo one morning when I got the call that Madam Mavis too had passed on. All of a sudden, well I wont type what happenedย  but it shook me up pretty good.

Anyways the month of July has been one terrible month but it had a couple of good times too. In death we learnt to celebrate life and it is interesting that the month of August that follows right after is a month for celebrating weddings.

Indeed IN ALL THINGS I give thanks to God for the events of this year and I pray that we all stay safe. I know people are wailing and wish that they wake up one morning and the year has reset to Jan 1 2021 but since this is not possible we have to take 2020, the double score year, one day at a time. We will all make it and if you are reading this, say a prayer to God and thank the Almighty for your life.

Let us keep making an impact in this world in the various small ways that we can. Donโ€™t always think what the world can do for you but rather what you can do to make the world a better place. Be the change you want to see especially in this politically charged atmosphere.

Like I always say, it begins with YOU!

Stay safe


Shape of Water

Posted in Uncategorized on April 17, 2020 by kola

So I woke up this morning and and whilst Afia Larbi prepared for work and my compound house became a montessori playground with kids running around shouting at each other in English, I wondered what parents have to go through during this pandemic time.

Guess a lot of parents have newfound respect for teachers…

But my actual thoughts were quite nostalgic and came whilst I was drinking my early morning glass of water and I remembered what we had been taught about the shape of water…

So lemme throw the question to you guys and if anyone answers it correctly, in the exact words that i remember it, you get a prize..
(Terms and Conditions apply)


Just tell me the definition as you were taught by your teacher. Let’s find the sharks in class.

Let’s Go!

And please no cheating by asking your children.. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚


copied from my Facebook post

Children wahala

Posted in Uncategorized on April 17, 2020 by kola

So this little usually quiet girl in my compound woke up this morning with an attack of the speakeasy: from the moment she finished brushing her teeth, it was all English.

Her mom is cooking breakfast and the little girl goes into a tirade about an event that happened in school and how she misses it etc etc.

Mom, a petty trader and housewife looks at her and says “wu bษ› ka brofo ษ›ndษ› a diษ› ko wu papa hษ”” (if you will speak English today then go to your dad).

Dad, a security man, is inside and hears what
mom said and asks “na mi diษ› min yษ› diษ›n” (but me what should I do?) and calls out to his daughter “Ekua! Come here.” They then get into a conversation about what is going on in town.

Ekua: Daddy why are they saying on radio that town is empty?

Daddy: Today they are spraying the market and town and nobody is to open shops today. I went out and I met soldiers and they were wild.

Ekua: so daddy did they beat you. I hear the soldiers are beating people plenty in town.

Daddy: No I just turned back and rode my bicycle back home. Ekua where are your books you brought from school. Come and take and read.

Ekua: but daddy…

Daddy: Ekua I said come and take the book and read. Read any one at all..

Looks my direction as if to say these children must go back to school soonest. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

All these while mummy has finished cooking, dishes the meals and goes inside to take a mat and come and lie in the shade outside..

It’s 35degrees in the shade so you appreciate the small breeze circulating.

She too some akomfem chicks are passing and making plenty noise so she throws stones at them so they can just go away.

As for me, lemme continue drying my things. Today is for washing and I’m sure Afia Larbi is wondering where I am hiding to type this true story..

Meanwhile please stay home and stay safe.

Eat and sleep.

Read a book or two.

It begins with YOU!


Kotoko Run: A COVID Dream Series

Posted in Uncategorized on April 17, 2020 by kola

So here I was, minding my business and walking past some street corner ‘then sneeze catch me’. Typical of me I do a loud ‘ahchieษ›ษ›n’ and proceed to just blow ma nose into the wind like that before taking out my hanky to wipe off the remnants of phlegm hanging around my nose.

It is after I sneeze a second time and I’m searching in my pockets for my sanitizer, that I realize what times we are in and the people sitting at the street corner call the attention of the soldiers and white suit guys, some with spray cans at their backs (fumigators), to me. ๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿ‘ƒ

Kwษ›ษ›! Dษ›m go catch me so I start to run. From the corner of my eye I run past what a staircase and I see either a hedgehog or a porcupine going up the stairs and couldn’t help thinking ‘hey Kotoko is climbing the stairs’ ๐Ÿ˜‚(guess I run past the stadium) and soon I get cornered. ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ

All of a sudden I hear a voice shout at me, wash your hands! Come on! Wash your hands but where can I wash my hands? The soldiers and white suited guys are closing in on me, some.with electric prods. ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿ‘‹

Eish! This is no matrix movie. I’m stuck and resign to my fate..๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™…

All of a sudden I remember I have to buy fante kenkey for Afia Larbi and that’s when I wake up.

Heh! Lemme go find my mask and wear and go get her the kenkey before she gets home..

But chale people STAY SAFE!
Wash your hands regularly..


Corona Nsษ›m

Posted in Uncategorized on April 16, 2020 by kola

So I woke up this morning in the wake of the news of the arrest in the capital of the COVID positive Guinean woman who escaped quarantine from Tamale.

Honestly I shudder to think of her journey to Accra and I console myself that being Guinean she must have a witch’s broomstick because the implicit implications otherwise send shivers down my spine. Who helped her?

Well, I however would like you to know that in Tamale we are not playing with the disease. Our rural folk might not have heard about it but organizations have translated education materials into local languages and been broadcasting it also via community meetings to the rural folk. Thank God that these people have immune systems of an ox due to their local diets.

In order to keep the children a bit occupied during their time at home, me and Jennifer have also given children’s books out and several organizations are providing learning resources for education to students currently at home. Others are providing food for the homeless.

The assembly has put washing bowls on every street in Tamale Central and every shop has sanitizers held out ready and what I love is the people are ready to share theirs with you so we all keep safe.

My coup de grace was getting to my barber’s and he meets each customer outside himself with rubbing alcohol in hand. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

In the evenings there are groups of youth and elders sitting in street corners and drinking hot ginger and lemon and you are invited to join them in their discussions on what is trending in the society. This is where people pass on info about the disease and debunk any untruths that are myriad on social media in these times.

Inasmuch as we are not on lockdown in Tamale, most people are staying at home and boosting our immune systems but i must admit we have to work on our social distancing a bit more.

Thankfully the spike in cases that got us on the map are not local cases and the suspected local cases have all proven negative so far. Let’s pray it remains like that in the next two weeks.

If you are down south and worried about us thank you but we are fine. Just pray for us all and by God we will survive the one too .

Well, Afia Larbi is preparing jollof and I better go help out or that my twinny can decide she won’t gimme some and I’d resort to having to eat some whilst she’s sleeping.

Stay blessed and stay safe people.

We shall survive this.

It begins with YOU!

God bless us all .


The Market Walk: A COVID Dream Series

Posted in Uncategorized on April 16, 2020 by kola

So I found myself in Kumasi, the Garden City of Ghana and I had to find my way from Point A to Point B and as usual I love to walk the streets of Kumasi to enjoy the old architecture.

Whilst contemplating how to journey from Point A to B, I met a young man who asked me for directions to a particular place and to show him where it was settled on my route to get to Point B. The route was through a market. So we set off.

I don’t remember what we talked about on the walk but he was pretty intelligent and affable and we talked about quite a lot on our journey. Well I guess there was no politics or I’d have remembered that part as we navigated the labyrinths of a typical local market.

The cloth sellers, the utensils, earthenware and non stic pots, soap, fish and foodstuff market and then I remember the last item before we came out the other side was the egg sellers.

Just as we walked out of the market a little boy dragging a locally made tin can toy car joined us and was happy to walk with us noisily dragging his car along.

I don’t know how the conversation went when all of a sudden he pointed up and I saw a helicopter designed like a shark hanging in the air. The little boy explained that the helicopter had come from the garage of the Regional Minister and had been hanged there by her (don’t know why the minister was female) to look over the people of the region so that every time they looked up and saw it, they would know that she was watching and that integrity was the watchword.

Thinking of it now I think it was a balloon and the thread that hang on it had the MTN logo but it was in the Vodafone compound in Kumasi.

The little boy could see the interest on my face and just smiled. I pointed out the direction to my walk companion and he thanked me and went his way. Forgot to even take his number.

But the story was too incredulous not to tell anybody so I was wondering who to tell about it, Kofi Gbedemah, Nana Yaa Brago, Agye Man, Lorm, Abena Magis or Nana Awere so went looking for my phone to type the.message when I heard “oh Fii you still haven’t ironed my clothes…”

I jumped out of bed and realized it had all been a dream…

Now it kinda made sense how can I walk through a Kumasi market and not see Maame Kaya @Naomi Kukoro and her bunch of purple apron wearing generals ..

Also the market was kinda empty in these ‘Coro Times’



Free Water: COVID Dream Series

Posted in Uncategorized on April 16, 2020 by kola

So here I was walking home from an FDA approved ad photo shoot and it was raining. Since i like walking, I put ma black hoodie on and took a familiar route. Lost in my thoughts about how much I’d be paid for the ad, seeing the first group of people walking in a straight line under escort in front by a guy in a white PPE and behind by a gun totting army officer hit me by surprise. ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฒ

I remembered instantly that that particular area was undergoing house to house testing. ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ณ

The brain is a very interesting organ huh. Just then I went into Anonymous Mode so I could pass quietly but the more I tried the more I had an urge to cough so I had to hold it in. So here I was in a black hoodie in an area where tests were being conducted and wheeze coughing trying not to cough out loud . ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿšถ

Luckily some shortcut behind some house took me into another street that was pretty quiet like a residential area street. Inasmuch as the street was almost empty those on the street looked like they were exercising with a lady even walking her dog. I breathed a sigh of relief. I had dodged the testing.. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™…

Abena my mistake was to think that here in these quiet ‘safe’ streets, i could unleash my in-held cough. So I covered my mouth with my elbow and sneezed loudly. ๐Ÿ‘

My friends and family members know how I revel in loud sneezes and in these times that was my undoing. Bueii!!๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿ‘ƒ

Just as i let out my loud “Haartisheew’ sirens started blaring and with strobing lights all around I was surrounded by people in PPEs and gun totting men in uniforms. ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ณ

Funny thing too is that all of a sudden my body decided to go into total release mode. All the sneezing I’d held back just kept gushing out and I wracked by sneezing spasms. I was truly done for. ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™…

Just then I heard a loud bang ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ thinking it was the sound of a dart gun to subdue me only for me to wake up and realize that it was the sound of the wind pushing the metal gate against the gate posts. Heh!!! ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ

Wow! And I wasn’t sneezing when I woke up. ๐Ÿ™Œ

Lemme quickly go into the shower and quicky go get electricity. My meter is beeping.

Otherwise I’d stay home.

Free water so the showers are running and it’s no dream..


Major Milestone

Posted in Uncategorized on February 22, 2020 by kola

Our forefathers were so wise when they chose words in our various languages..

Anyemi in Ga rhymes with aanyuonyam which in both Ga and Akan mean to glorify.. A friend is one that glorifies another

Then there is onua in Akan which tonally also means to cook.

You’re not only a good friend and brother but you cook too and as for the testimonials we don’t go there..

A loyal friend and dependable brother, counsellor and advisor with a douche of idiocy

A potent potpourri of niceness evidenced by the daily likes and comments on your Facebook posts ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

Today and everyday we celebrate you and pray that as you sharpen others, may you be like the polished diamond that cuts through glass and decorates other metals.

Now let me not get into trying to explain the words obroni or ofri that has been referred to you sometimes even jocularly lest somebody ask me ofri hi (where is he from) to which I will answer oyษ› nkrani (he’s a Ga) which loosely translates to nkran meaning ant.

But the Bible even says when you want to be wise look to the ant and oh please that will make you a wise one and me and you both know how we feel about that one.

So let’s not even start at all with the ofri. ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„

Chale Major Nii Ofri Tawiah ๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜, cheers to greater works and God Bless You..

Hear Hear!!!

Proudest Moment

Posted in Uncategorized on February 10, 2020 by kola

Just recently I asked a question on a WhatsApp page when a topic was needed for discussion for the insomnia wing of that particular WhatsApp group.

In a bid to make conversation I thought it will be prudent for us to discuss our proudest moments as individuals.

Why did I choose such a topic? I really thought that talking about proudest moments could be inspiring because we understandably come from different situations and backgrounds in life and to discuss what one goes through to have reached that proud moment could be inspiring to other people.

But believe it or not after almost half an hour of putting out the discussion topic, even me I couldn’t find any one moment that i could put my finger on and say that was my crowning moment.

This sent me into a spiral to find out why.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had several moments and trying to think of one that stands out, is such a daunting task.

When u grow up as a nerd there is little u cant put your mind to, because reading affords you the luxury of a world of achievement and you realize you are nowhere near to being proud of achievements…

Furthermore being from a Christian home means that if nothing at all you know the Bible says pride comes before a fall and that in mind alone doesn’t allow for bigotry of any kind.

But in these few moments of reflection I’ve come to realize that the moments I was really proud of, that I wanted to share unabashedly, were moments not about myself but moments when an act of selflessness led to a certain result..

There are several of those..

Like when I fed a little boy breakfast of waakye and gave him 3gh (out of my last 5gh) to pay for his exam fee and weeks later a little boy and his mother accost me in the street and start thanking me for a forgotten act.

Like when I carried a ‘ghana_ must_ go’ bag full of books on the afternoon of my birthday to distribute randomly to school children heading home from school and one child just sits in the middle of the hardly used road to finish reading and chase me up for another book.

Like when I attended the engagement of a young woman I had taught and basically brought up, who didn’t know she was royal and she was bedecked in all her traditional regalia with her “aunties” present. And she waves at you, smiling and calls you daddy even when her biological dad I within hear shot.

The greatest of all is when ‘a son’ called me to a meeting in faraway Tamale and goes like “Daddy I got a job with a multinational รฑon governmental organization and given a choice to choose my station, I chose Tamale because you’re here”..

These words brought tears to my eyes.

All I’m saying, especially to those who can relate, true happiness and pride comes from acts we do unto others.

Whenever we go out of our way to make the world a better place, the universe rewards us with good fortune and takes care of us in unique ways we can’t fathom.

I keep reiterating to anyone who’d listen that I live for the God Bless Yous and that is what keeps me going.

In fact to make the changes in the world we have to be the change and brighten whatever corner we find ourselves in.

Indeed it begins with YOU …