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)

WHAT IS THE SHAPE OF WATER?

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.. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

#DrinkWater
#WashHandsRegularly
#StayHomeStaySafe
#COVIDMusings
#COVIDChronicles
#TamaleChronicles

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 bΙ› ka brofo Ι›ndΙ› a diΙ› ko wu papa hΙ”” (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 diΙ› min yΙ› diΙ›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. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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.

Wash
Cook
Eat and sleep.

Read a book or two.

It begins with YOU!

#COVIDChronicles
#TamaleChronicles

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 ‘ahchieΙ›Ι›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. πŸ‘ƒπŸ‘ƒ

KwΙ›Ι›! DΙ›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’ πŸ˜‚(guess I run past the stadium) and soon I get cornered. πŸƒπŸ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. πŸ‘‹πŸ‘‹

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

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..

#COVIDChronicles

Corona NsΙ›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. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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 .

#COVIDChronicles
#TamaleChronicles

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’

#StayHomeStaySafe

#KumasiChronicles
#CovidDreamEdition

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. 😲😲

I remembered instantly that that particular area was undergoing house to house testing. 😳😳

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 . 🚢🚢

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.. πŸ™πŸ™…

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. πŸ‘

My friends and family members know how I revel in loud sneezes and in these times that was my undoing. Bueii!!πŸ‘ƒπŸ‘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. πŸ™…πŸ™…πŸ˜²πŸ˜³

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. πŸ™…πŸ™…

Just then I heard a loud bang πŸ’₯πŸ’₯ 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!!! πŸ’₯πŸ’₯

Wow! And I wasn’t sneezing when I woke up. πŸ™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..

#StayHomeStaySafe
#aCOVIDDreamSeries
#COVIDChronicles

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 πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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 oyΙ› 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. πŸ˜„πŸ˜„

Chale Major Nii Ofri Tawiah πŸ˜›πŸ˜, 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 Γ±on 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 …

#TamaleChronicles

Sick Bay Clinic

Posted in Uncategorized on December 7, 2019 by kola

Giants!

Stand Tall!

Well let me use current cliche of ‘if you know you know’ and in the same sentence give out the secret to this slogan. This is the slogan for old students of Ghana Sec Tech School who are called GIANTS. So to the shout of Giants the response is Stand Tall.

And yes at the recently ended 110th anniversary of the school some Giants really stood tall to support their Alma Mater in taking up various projects to augment facility and academia of the school that made them who they have become today.

It has become a common practice and tradition for various year groups to identify needs of their schools and taking to solving these needs by taking them as projects. Mention can be made easily of projects appearing in newspapers of year groups in schools like Wesley Girls, Mfantsipim and Mfantsiman, Accra Academy and a host of others. Old students have played a very integral role in supporting parent teacher associations in the day to day running of these schools.

It is no exception therefore that with a great school like Ghana SecTech, it has hitherto become a tradition that year groups for which their anniversary, usually 25years after graduating, falls on a particular speech day would do something for the school in the form of a donation especially.

This 110th anniversary of the school saw various year groups taking up the mantle of trying to improve student life especially on campus. There were projects including a new Guidance and Counselling office, the total overhauling of a floors of one particular house, donation of a hundred chairs to augment social activities of the school and the installation of CCTV cameras in every corner of the school by various year groups.

Like we always say save the best for last (I’m using plenty cliches in my excitement writing this piece), the highlight project was the upgrading of the school sick bay to a clinic status by the 1993 O Level year group. Well we are still calling it a sick bay because that’s what it is but it has equipment to rival any state of the art clinic in any part of the world.

A sick bay that boasts of the latest ‘tear rubber’ medical equipment, a ten bed fully air-conditioned facility with a ‘self contained’ side ward for communicable diseases, a nurses station, doctors consulting room and highly digitized equipment all over for diagnosis of various diseases just to mention a few.

You be the judge of such a facility is now still a sick bay when even established clinics cannot boast of such state of the art equipment.

The president of the year group acknowledged the importance of the project linking the importance of health to excellent academics, which is important to keeping the school as one of the best schools in the country for shaping young future leaders.

During the handover of the project to the school, the project coordinator reiterated that the project had been a challenge but with determination this was the end result. Giant Bino as he’s affectionately called spearheaded and dedicated time and resources pushing his mates and sponsors to realize that a project like this would go a long way to serve as an example and yardstick for other year groups to put their shoulders to the till in supporting the development of infrastructure and academia of the Alma mater.

The headmaster of the school and the global president of the giant fraternity showed their pleasure of such a flagship project and both commended the year group for a good job done.

The sick bay clinic is one project that not only brought out Giants love for the Alma mater but also the willingness and dedication to be part of something spectacular. It also brought to bear the easy camaraderie that exists within the various year groups all bound by the love of Mother Tesco. There were donations and contributions from individuals and corporations cutting across year groups and it was all done for the love of the school.

At the end of the day when the final product was beong handed over to the school the president of the year group further admonished the school and handlers of the clinic to develop a high maintenance culture of the facility so that posterity will also benefit from the project.

Well we can’t always expect government to provide everything for these high schools and this exemplary gesture in building a sick bay clinic for the Ghana SecTech by the Giants of 1993 O Level year group epitomizes that individuals and groups can augment school authorities in the training of our future leaders.

We say kudos to all year groups taking up project to augment infrastructure and academics of various schools but during the 110th anniversary of Ghana SecTech School, the 1993 O Level Giants have set a benchmark in project delivery and execution. It is up to the rest of us to learn lessons of selflessness and a zeal to provide the best environment our future leaders to develop both mentally and physically.

Indeed be a Giant and stand tall for posterity..

Like I always say it begins with YOU!

Why Live in Tamale

Posted in Uncategorized on August 7, 2019 by kola

so i went online and i found this very interesting article i want to share here.

Why You Should Consider Living In Tamale

hope you find it enlightening…