Archive for June, 2016

Flooding and Spillage

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on June 14, 2016 by kola

Indeed the rains have set in again in the month of June and unfortunate events have started unfolding with the rains as they do every year. Last year the filling station disaster was the highlight when people lost their lives in the fire explosion at circle (may their souls rest in peace) and this year the only thing government could do was commemorate the first anniversary of their passing.

Did we really learn anything from the incident!?

Ghana is the only place I know who replaces one disaster for another. This year at Mampong Ashanti several people were buried as victims of a gas  explosion and the burial was an event done side by side with the commemorate of the June 3 victims.

Sad and pathetic.

So earlier I asked what lessons we have learnt from these incidents. It is not like we haven’t had precedents but year in year out the same incidents keep recurring and we just sit back and look on.

I remember a site engineer or whatever was fired on the spot at a press conference for one such incident but then whoever his replacement was, what new thing  has he brought to the position?

In a city gutted with filth choking the drainage even where they exist, what is the guarantee that the water will flow in gutters and find outlets. Water will always create its own path if you haven’t planned a path for it and when it becomes stagnant it does so in huge volumes.

Furthermore Accra being a low lying area it is always likely that parts of the city will experience heavy flooding and this becomes sad because vehicular movement and traffic is disrupted for hours end until the rain stops. So two hours of rain can cause a standstill of more than its equivalent hours of rain with its attendant worries of creating homeless people and people who have displaced by the rains through experiencing rain water in their homes or offices.

Oh! And what about those casual workers who sleep in the streets.  Rain for two hours in Accra especially at night and that means displacement for almost a million slum and street dwellers.

What about the lessons learnt? Some of us shrug our shoulders and place the blame directly on government but then the question I ask is who are the  constituents of government? Yes our gutters are choked, yes our drains don’t have covers and yes our attitudes to our environment is very bad. Do we really need any institution to regulate our attitudes? Who creates the filth that pollutes the environment and chokes the gutters and who are those that build on the waterways where the waters are supposed to flow freely. The government officials who take cuts and cut corners for favor why do they do that and to what end. Do they really have the interests of the people at heart? Very poignant questions but who is brave enough to answer them.

Our political leaders are busy canvassing for votes and every year the supposedly best mayor in the world is reminded that when the gods decide to take a piss, he needs to provide a chamber pot.

Meanwhile some of the dams are getting full and thus spillages have to occur so that dams don’t burst and this also got its attendant repercussions to communities living downstream of the dams. People are still building in such areas as if they don’t know the consequences or they expect that spillage wont happen.. Attitudes indeed!

The promises are too many and in an election year there will be a litany of them. It is high time Ghanaian folk realized that we cant really depend on the political leaders for  micro development but only on ourselves and each other. It is therefore important to form cooperatives and also to renew our mental development and change our attitudes. Let’s be concerned about our environment and not think that it is another person’s responsibility.

Accra is flooding every year but the main cause is not the government but ourselves. It is time to act now to forestall further disaster.

Like I always say it begins with YOU!

Life @40

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on June 14, 2016 by kola

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It is a cliche that it is said that life begins  at forty but then how many have ideally given a thought to what has gone on in a person’s life before they got to that ripe age of forty. What are some of the dreams that the person has or had, have these dreams been achieved, what about fulfilment? Are they fulfilled as forty year olds.

Growing up we all had dreams of “becoming somebody in future” and these dreams were usually tied to age specifics. Oh! I want to finish high school by age 20 then university by 24, Masters by 27 and then get married by 30. Within this age bracketed dreams and aspirations there are some basic things that needed to be achieved as a done deal and this especially, most especially, includes financial freedom. It is only when you have financial freedom that you can dictate your own life obviously.

But here is a case this is Ghana and Africa and even at 45 some people are staying with their parents. African parents also have the mental configuration that “once you’re staying under my roof you live by my rules.” It is not so surprising that there is an anecdote going around on social media where a woman berated her boyfriend to move out of his parents house and he retorts that even Jesus was still living with his parents till he died.

Thats the African setting I’m referring to.

But generally that’s not the status quo. There are forty year olds who have achieved much in life and are fulfilled in what they do. The global economy has created an expansion of expression of ideas and talents that have made people rich thanks to capitalism and fortitude. At forty at least there should be something tangible that a person could say that they have done and if there is not it doesn’t mean the person has been a total failure but it still depends on what sort of ventures such a person has gone into.

Forty at least signifies a wealth of experience.

So yes here I am at forty and I look back and realize that there is nothing really tangible to show for it. There are no houses, no fleet of cars, no string of mistresses and girlfriends, no treasuries or bonds in millions and oh! Not even a wardrobe of shiny suits to boast of.  Not even a bicycle tyre or even a car jerk. What I life!

If you’re thinking I’m aspiring to be a guru of some sort and therefore shunning all material stuff think again.  I like the finer things in life and wont turn down the luxuries unless they come with a price of compromising my principles.

Was recently at the birthday celebration of one forty year old dude and noticed that the current trend in the capital for that age bracket was bald heads, grey beards neatly trimmed and the opulent display of pot bellies. Wow! People I knew who were skinniest back in school were now all “living large” and inasmuch as it is the current trend I was still taken aback. Furthermore it was like a competition of sorts who drove the latest model of a particular car, who had the best toys or who was “running” the finest mistresses and how much they spent on them..
Interesting indeed!

So yes I have a totally bald head by choice, my face is clean shaven half the time and I only get grey in my beard when I’m in Accra (must be something in the air) but God forbid I’d ever get a pot belly although I have a feeling I’m inching closer. 

Being a forty year old in Ghana now is an arduous task with lots of responsibility and obligations. People work hard and find ways of making it sometimes to meet the status quo and some don’t even make it. As my dad will say even though we are not young anymore this is the time to work hard and plan the future for retirement. Very soon that zeal to achieve will be there but not the strength to pursue what you really want to do.

Some people have chose the material, others have chosen their own path but for this forty year old I have chosen to invest in people. I believe everybody has the chance to better their lot and situation and everybody that I come into contact with should leave a better person. Well, it doesn’t make sense to many because it doesn’t make sense to me too but God being my helper that is what I have set out to do and been doing for years now.

It is not financially rewarding. If anything at all it is rather financially draining and thus very difficult a task but then someway somehow it always gets done and it is very fulfilling.

So I might not have a car, a house, plenty mistresses and girlfriends or the latest toys thus I obviously cant be in the competition with anybody as to what I have and don’t have but yes I’m happy. Seeing the smile on another person’s face after you have said a word of encouragement or exhortation or just helped out with your last one Ghana knowing you’re going to walk home makes me walk with a spring in my step on my way home.

My greatest thanks is to God for strength to lead a purpose driven life and for a patient wife who stands by me in all I do and will once a while chide me for being silly when I should be wise. I’m just a boy at heart going through life one day at a time.

Indeed life begins at forty and why the heck does my spell check keep spelling forty as “empty”. Must be a sign.  Maybe it means I’m at empty and I should just let God fill me up.

Come on the journey through life with me and let’s let go and let God.

Like a always say it begins with YOU!

An African City: A Ghanaian Series

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on June 1, 2016 by kola

There are times when you’re pretty bored and then you resort to only watching television and movies. But today the antennae is not working and then I resort to the external drive I see lying around the house. It is not mine but my brother’s but hey I needed to watch something on this big screen to keep myself busy. So I connect the external drive and then go straight to series and I have always gone past the first in the list since the title sounded like an African movie and I’m not too much a fan of African movies.

But today I tell myself what the heck lemme see that folder and wow! Ain’t I bowled over. Enough to even write a blog article about it.

An African City is actually a serialized set of thematic short stories about 5 single Ghanaian girls who have lived abroad most of their lives and have now returned home to Ghana to settle down and their experiences.

From everyday life through to finding jobs and also dating men they meet in Ghana these gals sit down and they also discuss social issues that pertain to Ghana and Africa as a whole.

What I pretty much love about this particular series is that there are factual presentations in the narration such as wanting Ghana to be the gateway to West Africa when there are bottlenecks in customs that need fixing for example.

Much as I’m not one to compare this series rivals any series from any part of the world and it’s especially modeled on the likes of Single Ladies, but this we can relate to as Ghanaians pretty much.

The locations, music and casting for the series is on point and to see some known faces in there not too shocking because these are intelligent people I’ve interacted with individually and on social media and I’m really hurt that none of them told me to watch out for the drama series.

Next time I see any of them I’m gonna pull their ears.  Lol

Liberal Sade, Community development advocate Zainab, Barrister Makenna, Nana Yaa and the vegetarian Ngozi are representative of the modern liberated African woman exposed to the cosmopolitan global world and yes this is what we should be used to seeing around.

It is time we accepted that the African woman wrapped in wax prints in a collar sweating at the coal fire has morphed into this highly educated, ambitious, driven and very independent woman like any other woman in any part of the world. 

Indeed An African City is really an expose on how returnees, not just women, feel when they come home to settle down. I’d like to see more episodes of this series.

Indeed I sincerely hope that this article looks clean enough and has no diseases because I only write about what I like with no holds barred.
(Re: the episode with the ministerial committee for health and trade)

Moreover, it is about time we started appreciating our own productions and not these telenovelas that are flooding our screens. The choice is ours.

Don’t take my word for it, check it out yourself.
Facebook: An African City
Twitter: #AnAfricanCity

Like I always say it begins with YOU!

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This is not a review