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Sebitically Speaking

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on October 1, 2015 by kola

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it all began when the District Chief Executive said “who said tweaa” and it went viral. whoever said the tweaa has never been found but whoever it is should be proud of him or herself for all the furore that followed.

various people interpreted it in various ways and one thing that stood out was that our leaders really do take us for granted. from the various issues that were raised by and from which this harangue spiraled were born the articles ‘sebitically speaking, which tackled serious issues within the ghanaian context on a lighter note.

the advise and deliberations of wofa kapokyikyi as were narrated to his nephew Nana Awere on the various issues that come up in the Ghanaian society on an everyday basis which led to a series of articles and then finally it is all compiled into a book.

well i don’t intend to write a review of the book until i have read it but will publish one of the reviews by Theo Acheampong:

Coming against the backdrop of I Speak of Ghana, Nana Awere Damoah’s latest authorship in Sebitically Speaking provides a fantastic literary narrative that contextualizes contemporary development issues in Ghana and Africa at large. Using an eclectic mix of witty writing, humour, sarcasm as well as tapping into profound life lessons from his favourite Wofa [a.k.a Uncle] Kapokyikyi, famed for his no nonsense acerbic tongue nicknamed ‘ka na wu’ translated as ‘speak your mind and damn the consequences’, Nana Awere Damoah uses his stories to paint powerful literary images covering developments within our sociopolitico-economic landscape from education, economy and health, to our time management and cultural attitudes among others.

For example, on education and social mobility, a subject dear to my heart and indeed many others, Nana recounts the toils of his parents, who having come from a low social stratum, sacrificed to ensure that he had a good educational foundation despite the limited access to opportunities they themselves had. This upward mobility was further catalysed by some good teachers who encouraged and nurtured their ambitions by ensuring that he and his friends received quality education and opportunities. However, Nana aptly wonders if his story “can still be replicated in modern-day Ghana”. Quoting Yaw Nsarkoh and others to buttress this point, they note that “social mobility made it possible for the very poor to come out of poverty through access to good education, coursed through our nation …as a country we [OUR POLITICAL ELITES] have conspired [DELIBERATELY] to constrict the movement of citizens up the ladder on the back of education” because “state schools are not delivering the quality education needed” …“that a society which condemns people to poverty because their parents are poor is a society with no future”.

Personally, one of the things that struck me reading the book was how we seem to have taken our independence and everything for granted in this country. Many of us in the current dispensation have become silent and tacit accomplices to the rape and pillage of this country by its political class. These aren’t ordinary times! The nation has lost its moral consciousness and socioeconomic bearing as evidenced by wanton corruption and highfalutin political cleintelist patronage culture. How do we contrast this to the courage shown by our forebears such as the gallant ex-servicemen, World War II veterans and numerous pre and post-independence era activists who toiled and sometimes spilled blood to forge this nation?

Nana poignantly asks “where from this culture where we speak from our stomachs instead of from our minds? Where political patronage defines the exercise of our speech and the fear of being tagged restrains us from expressing our views on national issues?” We must speak up and demand social justice and accountability! We must speak truth to power! We cannot continue bickering in hackneyed personality and patronage politics; it is time to refocus our energies on developing concrete socioeconomic policies based on strong ethical leadership and coherent ideological foundations.

Nana Awere Damoah’s Sebitically Speaking seeks to awaken a new class of social consciousness and it does a pretty good job at that. From titles such as “Why Rome was built but not in a day” to “State of Sikaman Education and its effects of Social Mobility” and “The legend of Kapokyikyi”, you are almost guaranteed not to put down the book until the very last page. This book definitely comes recommended for anyone interested, and wants to understand and contribute to the development of the Ghana and Africa at large. It is the work of a passionate literary genius desirous to see a new emergent status quo of national excellence.

Sebitically Speaking beautifully and humorously tells the Ghanaian story and as well captures our hopes, dreams and aspirations of nationhood.
Nana’s book is available to buy on Amazon’s Book store.

Read more at http://www.theoacheampong.com/books/book-review-sebitically-speaking-by-nana-awere-damoah/#ypRE9rfmahh0MYXV.99

get sebitibified now and make the issues personal for the nation’s development.

like i always say it begins with YOU!

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VolunteerDay2015

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on September 29, 2015 by kola

Volunteers on Founders Day

Volunteers on Founders Day


The Founders day is a day set aside to honor the first president of Ghana for his role in Ghana’s independence. Thus his birthday is set aside as a national holiday to honor him. However, the GhanaThink Foundation in a bid to ensure that the youth actively participate in productive activities on this particular day set it aside as a National Volunteers Day where young people all over the country engage in volunteer activities in one field or the other.

Volunteerism is the spirit of giving of oneself to engage in an act to another person or doing something that not necessarily benefit the doer but for the general good of others. There is usually no direct reward and none is expected when one volunteers.
This year thousands of youth in Ghana volunteered for several activities all over Ghana.

There were over a 100 registered activities from Accra all the way to Tumu, Wa and Nankpaduri in the northern and upper regions. Volunteers engaged in blood donation drives, clean up exercises, reading clinics, painting public buildings and visiting orphanages and hospitals whilst making donations.

There was no age limit to the beneficiaries of volunteer activities which ranged from newborn babies in orphanages, mothers in maternal centers, children in orphanages and old people in aged canters and one volunteer group is reported to have even helped fetch water for the old ladies in the witches camp in Gambaga.

Yes! You read right. Witches camp in Gambaga.

Volunteerism is giving of oneself devoid of discrimination and it is just to help out and the rewards lie in the sense of fulfillment that you get akin to when you commit an act of kindness.

This year #NVDay15 was marked in a whole weekend because the founders day itself fell on a Monday. Volunteer activities therefore started on the Friday with various activities all over the nation. It is reported that one group constructed a whole building structure in the Omanjor to serve as a training hub for some students. Some volunteers also went to teach basic computer skills in a junior high school in cape coast, others had cleanup activities and others also painted public buildings.

In Tamale, the Read/Write clinic organized by the African Young Writers Organization (AWYO) organized a special clinic for children from the Tamale Metropolis who frequent the library at weekends. This one was a special Founders Day edition where special reading skills and creative writing lessons were taught. The children were given mentorship and motivation moments by several mentors and being in the northern region the focus was more on the girl child education. There was a boost in the program with The League of Young Female Leaders, an NGO focusing on mentoring young women in the north to achieve their potential, joining the clinic and motivating the young girls participating in the clinic.

The clinic climaxed on a high note with a poetry recital where the best poems were taken from the creative writing session and the writers read their poems to the hearing of all present. Suffice it to say being a Founders Day Clinic the focus was on Nkrumah and a young girl of 12 years wowed everyone with her poem which she wrote in less than ten minutes into the exercise.

Let me not cheat you out of enjoying the poem but replicate it here for you to be the judge as to if it is a good poem and enjoy it:

Wonderful Nkrumah
Oh wonderful Nkrumah
Who can be like you
You were a man of peace
A man of justice
You were a hero
When my beloved nation Ghana was in pieces
You brought peace
When our right was being abused
You fought for freedom
How can we ever thank you
Man of peace
Man of justice and
Man of freedom
My right hand will always be on my chest
Just for you Nkrumah
Thank you.

Abubakar Ruhaina, JSS 2, Tamale.
For this she won herself a story book.

There were also trivia questions on Nkrumah for which when the questions were answered right the children won story books from #iBelieveInReading and the children and volunteers alike learnt a lot during the session. Since every volunteering session is in the interest of national development we sang the national youth anthem with the children and the young voices resonating with Arise Ghana Youth for Your Country was a moving moment.

Read/Write Clinic #nvDay Edition

Read/Write Clinic #nvDay Edition

A day of rest and it was the Founders Day proper. Activities lined up included a cleanup of the Tamale Central main taxi rank and then a visit to the orphanage to make a donation and spend time with the children and then a visit to the children’s ward at the Tamale West Hospital to read to the children. What an exciting day it was.
At the orphanage the babies I carried had a profound impact on me. There was this one little boy barely two years old who just sat alone in the corner whilst most people made a fuss about the cute newborns in the orphanage. He just sat there and when I went to sit in front of him without talking but tweeting away on my tablet, we just sat there, two lonely souls oblivious to the world around us.

I could relate to how this little boy was feeling because there have been times when I was surrounded by many people yet felt so lonely than ever before. We just understood each other and sat there. Finally when I reached out to him he just lifted his arms out to be carried and then we joined the others in the little room set aside for spending time with the children. We had all along been sitting outside the room in the middle of the corridor.

When we finally joined the rest he spent his whole time sitting in my lap and whenever somebody tried to take him off me, he would cry to be left alone. We just sat there most of the time and when refreshments were brought he didn’t have to tell me to put the straw in his juice for him, he just offered it for me to do it for him. We just understood each other and I was so taken by this little quiet boy barely two years old.

At the Orphanage

At the Orphanage


Away from the orphanage, a similar incident happened at the children’s ward when I took a sick child from the mother to console whilst health attendants put a drip in his hand and he was crying. The whole time I held him close he kept quiet and allowed the attendants to take care of him wordelessly but when his mother had to take him to give him medicine and later breast milk the little one burst out crying and hanged on tighter to me.

Finally I had to coax him that I will be back and went to another sick child to read a picture book to so he could eat his food. I was overwhelmed when the mother smiled in gratitude to say that it has been difficult for him to eat in his sickness and that the picture book helped and he ate a whole bowl of tuo zaafi which had been his heaviest meal in three days.

The mother’s thank you moved me to tears and I was overwhelmed.

Volunteering is giving oneself to the benefit of others and the various stories from all over the country as was trending on social media really got to me on the long weekend.

One person at a time, one event at a time, one location at a time, one act at a time, we had managed to make an impact on thousands of lives in this nation and beyond. We had contributed our quota as youth in a country that we so love by our selfless acts.

National volunteer day #NVDay15 had been worth it and even though in many aspects there was no monetary or even material gain, the results were tangible and volunteers were left with a sense of fulfillment of doing something worthwhile.

If you missed the national volunteer day, let me remind you that it doesn’t take a special day to go out there and try to make a difference. There are various causes around you to support. Start a cause of support a cause and give off a part of yourself to commit to it. The rewards are overwhelming no matter your status or stature.

The development of this country is not really in the hands of the government, who can only do what they can but in actual fact is in your hands.

Just do it.

Like I always say, it begins with YOU!

After The Floods

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on July 31, 2015 by kola

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“Year in year out the rains come and cause the same problems, no solutions, loss of lives and property through one negligence or another. So we need to call it what it is – a nation that lacks common sense. How many times do you have to be punched in the face before you know it hurts?”

People die out here (referring to Europe) too but mostly through their own negligence or it is preventable. In this situation it was the responsibility of city planners and government. Why the same problems every damn year. At what point do we say enough is enough. We need to hold the people accountable.”

These were the sentiments made by a Ghanaian living abroad when he read of the events of the flooding of June 3 into the early hours of June 4, 2015. I have already written about the Accra floods and I took some flak for the picture that was attached to the article because it was a year old. People didn’t even notice the insert photo that was taken three hours before the article was written and published.

Little did we know that a worse set of photos were about to invade social media circles barely 24 hours later.

This year that the mayor of Accra has won a very prestigious award as the Best Mayor in Africa and as such he is hosting the World Mayors Conference, it is as if the gods are angry with him for one violation or the other and are pissing on his shaggy captain Haddock beard.

The usual spots that I mentioned in the other article to be watched for flooding aka the usual suspects and this time the so called drains that they said were refurbished were taking away the water have now been clogged by the motor vehicles because they didn’t plan to channel the water into the drain but just built the drain.

Today is a sad day for the country for as if by design, there was an explosion at a filling station when a tanker was offloading in the rain and a spark ignited the fuel killing several people. Apart from the floods drowning people, this unlikely accident has overshadowed all else.

Now the question to ask is who is to blame? Where is the huge amount of money that was secured to build the drainage systems in the capital? Where did the money go? And now let’s listen to our president then and now.
In 2014 he said “ I have directed the Finance Minister to release funds immediately for the construction of storm drains in Accra. There will be no flooding in Accra again”.
Now he made another promise that this sad event will be looked into and will not happen again.

Wow!

If we are to take our politicians word for it then we know that we are not going to move forward as a nation because it has become obvious time and time again that they only make ‘honorable political promises’ and then forget about them when they get the votes that secure them in the position of the people’s representatives.

Remember when a disaster happened and the same mayor of Accra in bravado resembling his lookalike Captain Haddock of Tintin fame fired the metropolitan works engineer in camera at a press conference. How many people died in that disaster and how many people died when the gods took piss in his beard and per some mischief a messenger lighted a candle to the piss. In all fairness to the former, he should just have fired himself in camera too by holding a press conference and tending in his resignation but alas it is not to happen. This is Africa.

Even whilst they inspect the damage of the floods somebody has to carry his umbrella so he doesn’t get his grey political suit wet. Reminds me of a photo by the Black Narrator of the mayors meeting with the president where they toast to a glass of bubbly whilst the president congratulates him on his award.
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Furthermore, if we embrace the mediocrity and we don’t hold our leaders accountable then there is no need complaining as we do going on radio stations to shout our voices hoarse over what is wrong with this nation. Now everybody gets up and strikes are the other of the day. The only people whose salaries are constant are the politicians and the parliamentarians will only go against each other on anything else but money that is going into their pockets.

I have got to be careful before I am summoned before a parliamentary committee for libel. I can always say I was on heat in the spur of the moment so just venting.

It is about time Ghanaians woke up and realized that the real power is in their hands and they cede this power to the elected representatives and so when these representatives are not responsibly representing, they must be changed like diapers.

It just takes resetting the mindset one person at a time and making the Ghanaian a discerning voter.

Like I always say it begins with YOU!!

The BlogCamp2015 (2)

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on May 15, 2015 by kola

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so yes the blogcamp was on.

when we were on the blogwalk there was one interesting thing that caught my attention pretty much. it is that kumasi is a very neat town especially in adum where the #adumGang chose to traipse around. the irony is that at the waste management department compound, the waste was rather mismanaged and the yard proper was in disarray with weeds and unkempt dumpsters. well! why am i surprised. ghana for you!

after taking so many pictures the gang headed out to vodafone cafe, also in adum to upload the pictures since there was a time deadline of midday and OMG! that day of all days the internet was very very slow or not functional at all. bloggers had to rush out and get credits for other networks and load so they could upload pictures for the competition. it was a pretty shame but the most important lesson learnt was that in every situation have a contingency.

hey! it was so much fun mingling with other bloggers on the quest to who got the most profound pictures and interesting to know the perspectives with which some people took some photos.

all in all it was fun.

then came the having to rush back to the venue of the blogcamp itself on the knust campus and at first it was how we all got into one trotro with only one guy not part of us and when we had convinced the driver to take us directly to the venue, he had to open his mouth to complain that we were taking him off his route. oh! how i had wished then that it was a social media page. but everybody kept their thoughts in their heads even when the security said that they will not allow the troski to go beyond the barriers so we had to get down.

and then the whole group got lost!

yes we went to the wrong venue and had to retrace our steps but not before yours truly had gone mango hunting with a guy seling flash disks and micro chips.

upon all that we got to the hall and the #AsafoGang had not even arrived yet but the workshop was going on.

lunch time and folk made light of the meal in quick gulps showing how tired they were and deservedly too after all that walking for almost 2hours.

they say you can tell a lot from a person by how they eat and from what i observed i dare not delve into that.

in this era of dumsor, it was a welcome relief to get into the hall and find that electrictiy was intact and there was a standby generator. kudos to the organizers for that foresight although we didnt need it. being social media freaks it was time to see how gadgets had to be charged and yours truly had to charge my 2 phones, a tablet, a laptop and a power bank. plugs

oh! that is just me. and i am even not too tech savvy. lol

let me leave the rest to your imagination so you can figure out why upon all the extension boards placed in the hall even sockets outside the hall saw some action.

the panel discussion was educative on how to use social media in various aspects whether you were an individual or an organization and the moderator, Ato Ulzen did a good job asking the questions that were on the mind of blogcamp participants although there was a chance for the audience to ask questions which were very few.

then we went into the breakout session and Kajsa was ‘in her zone’ with Blogging 101. i have always loved how she breaks down her teaching to the very basic requrirements so that anybody could understand it and she was just the right person to take that ‘class’ introducing blogging to neophytes and even people who were already blogging but wanted to still get some basics.kajsa

Edward Tagoe in the other breakout session was also in his elements brimming with confidence in taking bloggers through using social media to achieve goals and to what extent social media could help influence society. from the discussions that ensued, it was obvious that even those who didn’t really understand how social media could be used to campaign to influence society realized that they have been missing out on the excitement involved.

the last action of the day was the final presentations of the various gangs from the blog walk. wow! Kumasi had really been documented and it was time for the gang leaders to let their pictures tell a story. there were so many photos and i’m sure members spent a pretty long time selecting photos and even on an angle to present a story.

in the end the #suameGang had the best story and presentation according to the judges but then it had all been a fun event. suame

oh yes! yours truly went on a photo bombing spree after the event and i laughed so hard i ended on the floor so literally rolling on the floor laughting (rotfl) when Nehemiah tried to hold his tummy in. i know i have saved the photo of the Tummy Gang as i call them and those guys are some of the smartest and most affable guys i know. just keep being you Tummy Gang especially Selikem.tummy

time to leave and another bus ride and this time it was unlike the morning ride. this time if you didnt partake in the fun then you did not come to blog camp2015. it was pretty sad that very soon we had to get off the bus and head home as the rest of the participants headed back to accra.

to everybody who was at the blogcamp2015, thank you for coming and i hope in all that fun you learnt a thing or two about blogging. we had a chance to put the faces to the twitter handles, to the facebook posts we saw the owners of the profiles we didnt know and i’m still trying to sift through it all.

if you missed blogcamp2015 and you are reading this, please don’t miss the next one.

kudos to the organizers and thank you to all the sponsors. we appreciate what you do for blogging ghana.

thank you kobby blay for the photos, they are amazing photos.

let’s go ahead and document ghana for the rest of the world.

like i always say, it begins with YOU!

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Matters Arising

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on May 15, 2015 by kola

Dear Nii Kpakpo,

It has become very imperative that I write to you constantly especially with the several issues going on in the country. Chale! A lot of things are happening and we as a nation need to sit up and do our part as the citizenry to make this country work. Honestly, if we say we are going to wait for government then we are doomed because this government appears seemingly clueless as to what is going on.

Either that or the government is intentionally ‘punishing’ the people for the greater good of staying in power in the next elections. Well, such Machiavellian principles have always been proven to work and I’m sure this is no exception.

I was just thinking out aloud the other day and I was wondering what kinda human being will want to change a government that allows a grown man to play oware the whole day with his friends and then at the end of the day the member of parliament of the area sends his representative to over to the group to give each person gh5 and at the end of the month they are on government schemes that ensure that they are paid about 150gh monthly?

Kpakpo, there are people in Ghana breaking their backs to make a living and to make ends meet. These are the people feeling the pinch of the tightening economy. But whilst they patiently wait for Election 2016 to attempt to get this government off the seat of power, the government is also dealing with making promises and showing signs of letting these promises work in the hinterland where the people matter and where the real votes are. These grassroots folk are simple minded folk and very easily convinced.

So let them rave and rant in Accra and do all the demonstrations that they want, but where it matters most, the government is sealing the trust of the people. After all nobody forced anybody to live in the capital which is congested and already choked with pressure on social amenities.

Nii Kpakpo Thompson! Now to lighter issues. The other day I happened to be walking by the cluster of public toilets and I noticed that the attendant was not available. It set me really thinking about some issues. Mind you this was around one am in the morning whilst I was trying to find your sister some food she was craving for. You know that happens once in a while and if she doesn’t get what she craves then it means nobody in the house sleeps cos she can’t sleep either.

I was thinking really hard that around that time since it was a public toilet then it meant that anybody who wanted to use the facility actually used it for free. Since the attendant cannot be present all 24hours of the day but the facility was there all the time it meant that somebody could actually just use it every day for free if they knew the attendant’s schedule. Is it not the same thing that happens with the Telcos and then they say they are running promos of cheaper rates that these odd hours as if they were doing us a favor?
Well that was what I was thinking. But you should see the dressing of some people when they are going to the public toilet in the morning. You would think they were going for an event. Well, it is an event too isn’t it?

Kpakpo, the rains have started but whenever it rains the relief only lasts just a few hours. Imagine that it rains for 3hours the previous day and the very next day the sun is out and the morning is quite cool but by noon sun is high overhead at heats unbearable. Well, we are gradually getting used to it so not worried much. I hear visitors to Tamale complaining that the place is hot and I wonder what they expected when they were coming here.

The #iBelieveInReading project is going very well and I have been getting interesting and very touching letters from parents and teachers who want books for their children and pupils so they can personally supervise their children to read. This has been very encouraging for me so I can get more books to give out freely so we can inculcate a habit of reading into Ghanaian children. Moreover I have been encouraging them to use the public library more since there are more books in there that will broaden the children’s minds.

This has become imperative following the recent listing of Ghana as last in the list of countries with the best education systems. As for that one I don’t even want to talk about it because if I started I won’t finish now. Suffice it to say the politicians have their own twist to that and it is such a shame. Let’s not forget that they even want to make education free in this country.

Nii Kpakpo, furthermore I have joined a team of ‘Volunteers with Swag’ who are a support team for any voluntary outreach program that will happen in the north. The group aims at being available to support both materially and physically in all philanthropic activities up north. Recently we have come to a decision to form such volunteer groups in every region so that volunteers are available for every program and these organizations will be under the umbrella Ghana Volunteer Program put together by the GhanaThink Foundation.
The savannah is growing very fast and with it attendant problems of being a metropolis. There are migrant workers from the other parts of the other regions seeing Tamale as an oasis and also a stopover on their way to the capital. Well, I wish them luck in their endeavors.

I haven’t stayed put much this few months but I intend to this time and let’s see how it goes.
Kpakpo, lemme end this letter here and leave you to the petty bickering that is happening between your celebrity friends on the #DumsorMustStop demonstration. They are so frivolous and I won’t even want to get into that one too. I’m sure it’s a humor point for you since one of the proponents is supposed to be a humorist and the other is a movie icon.

Oh shit! I said I won’t get into it.

Till I come your way again, let us keep hope alive and well, I’m not sure we got any tunnels in Ghana but only pipelines where all our plans are in so I cannot say there is light at the end of the tunnel.

Shalom!

Your Cousin in Law
Savannah Boy.

The Global Management Challenge

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on May 28, 2014 by kola

globalIt was a curious time when the Global Management Challenge rolled into Tamale this week. The challenge, sponsored by the US Embassy  is a management simulator that seeks to project how companies fare in a market given similar conditions and similar markets in which to operate.

Six teams come together and then enter into a competition given similar company histories and they are to operate in the same market and under the same conditions.

The companies are run by a management board which decides on every aspect of running the various facets of the company. There is a CEO, The Financial Director, The Human Resource and Marketing Managers and finally a Production Manager.

This implies that a team comprises of 5 people and there are groups of 6 in a competition. These individuals come together to exhibit talents that they each bring to the table to move a company forward.

There are important lessons learnt from this exercise. The first one is teamwork. For a company to move on all the sector heads, in essence, the five persons at the table need to put their heads together to take critical decisions that affect the company. Before a decision is inputted into the decision form, the members all agree on the decision that has been made.

Another importance of the global simulator is that it grants a hands-on experience on how to run a real life company without the internship hustle that usually applies to working on a daily basis in a real live company. It is also based on the premise that the simulator is an actual representation of what happens in the real world and this can be translated via the company reports, etc that are generated by the simulator from the decisions made.

The global simulator is a very important exercise in the sense that it can be used in institutions for management training and to give hands-on experience to management trainees and practitioners to take decisions in a firm in a simulated environment.

Well, found myself in the  Tamale edition with a couple of my friends and it was worth the experience.

It is my suggestion that folk read more about the management challenge and if it’s available try their hands on it. The experience is worth it.

As Africans we are already lagging behind The West when it comes to technologies like this and it is important that in a bid to catch up we train ourselves to keep abreast with the technologies of the times. It is not usually a collective effort but an individual effort that spreads out into the collective.

I have done mine and I’d keep following up on such technology around the world. It is up to you reader to do yours.

Like i always say, it begins with YOU!

Accra City Blues

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 2, 2013 by kola

So much is going on in the capital city that we in the periphery, especially in the savannah, are wondering what is going on and why some people have to think that Accra and its sentiments express the views of the other millions of Ghanaians spread all over ythe country’.

Damn! We are rocked by political scandals, not to mention the looting of state funds as evident by the Public Accounts Comittee hearings.

What is really going on I wonder.

GYEEDA, SADA, etc have all made ghanaians proud to beat the title theirs corrupt nation in the world.

Well what can I say but that we have been given fair warning by one presidential staffer, is he former, that if you can’t stand the corruption and the stomach politics aka chop chop, you can pack your bags, find your passport and just leave.

Maybe Nunnoo Travel and Relocations will facilitate it. After all he could afford to relocate a whole school when even the government could not.

as for the AMA and its Toilet Chronicles, the less said about them the better. In the savannah, most things are free range and that goes for shitting too without saying. The savannah metropole assemblies have almost no problems in that department at all, I think.

Reently the President commissioned the Nkrumah Interchange and whilst it was going on, sellers were barred from making a living, for security reasons? Like all projects in Ghana we are waiting too see how long this project will take and in the trend we are going , how much chop chop before the project is completed.

i keep saying for this land of our birth to work and move forward, it doesn’t only depend on the quality of leaders we have (so far quality is whack) but also the collective effort of the citizenry.

Accra is just a small part of GHANA and sentiments expressed in Accra may not be the sentiments of the majority of the people in Ghana. But still let us be circumspect with what we say about or whatever happens in any part of the country.

like I always say, it begins with YOU!