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Shirking Responsibility

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on July 15, 2014 by kola

So whilst I was in graduate school an incident occurred that set my path to the sort of people we are as Ghanaians. In my university days I was an avid sportsman (and I still am though I have to accept I’m not that young anymore) and played on various sports teams for the university. We played several tournaments and attended several invitational and bilateral games.

It was in preparation of one such tournament, whilst the list of team members was compiled that the incident that is the focal point of this story happened.

Not to sound too pompous but I was quite popular as a sportsman in my university days and the icing on that was that I was a postgraduate student having fun doing sports and a poster boy against the myth that only people who weren’t too smart did well in sports.

So the list of sportsmen for the invitational has to be prepared and presented and when the final list was called it had a student’s name and his course and degree to show he was a student of the university.  That was the beginning of the end. Lo and behold when I checked my name on the list,  at least that was spelt right (how difficult is it to spell Kofi Larbi anyway) but my course had been changed to a Diploma in Drama Studies (not that it’s a bad course).

OMG! How could such a blunder be committed when almost all the officials knew that I was a postgraduate student. At least if you didn’t know my course and you had to speculate put down a masters in some obscure course to be corrected later. Now the story proper starts – who is to blame for such a clerical error?

In the Sports Directorate office of the university is an old woman, Auntie Peace, who worked diligently and tirelessly to type all official documents. She had just transitioned from the old typeset typewriter to a computer. A very affable woman who doesn’t ask too many questions but types out what is put in front of her.

When I stormed into the office to enquire who was responsible for such a blunder at first nobody wanted to own up. From the sports coordinator to the office staff and some coaches present. First I jokingly asked how many of them didn’t know I was a postgraduate student and none of them was ignorant like that. So when I posed the question as to who was responsible for compiling the list and making such a blunder, they were all caught up in it.

To cut a long story short, they all now pointed their fingers and swayed responsibility to Auntie Peace, the typist who only types what you put on her desk and assign her to do.

And then that’s where I flipped.

For the next ten minutes they were compelled and spell bound – all the office staff – to get a lecture from me on responsibility and owning up to our own actions. Oh no! It wasn’t about the blunder that had been committed, that one could always be rectified but it was about the system that has come to stay and become part of our social fabric of passing the buck or finding a scape goat.

In some circles we say some heads must roll and usually it’s the least person sitting in their corner who ends up suffering for the incompetence and inconsistency of the people at the top.

Now do you see any parallels in our governments and government agencies? Do you see any parallels even in your workplace and in your daily life activities?

We easily point fingers are other people for stuff that we should take responsibility for especially as a collective. This is especially true in government and the brand of democracy we practice in Ghana and Africa. We are collectively to blame for the kind of leaders we elect into office and we should in the same way be collectively responsible to bear the consequences. 

When we go astray or make mistakes we should own up to it and be prepared to bear consequences of our actions because we are responsible for it. Ghana needs responsible citizens and responsible governance and if even at a university sports office we’re passing the buck then how much more big government agencies.

At the various learning stages, even right from infancy, the sense of responsibility should be instilled in the children. What do you expect a child to learn when their parents blame the teachers for everything that happens to that child. Is the teacher a parent or hi it their responsibility to raise your child for you? Let’s not get into that one too.

It is about high time we were responsible for our own actions. There is no shame in admitting you were wrong (sometimes there is even a loss of dignity when you’re carelessly irresponsible) and bearing the consequences of your actions. Let’s not go blaming the lower person in rank to us or especially as we often do The Devil because we did it.

Yes! You’re responsible for your own action and you’ve got to own up to it. Change will only come when one person at a time owns up to their responsibility and fulfills it.

Like I always say it begins with YOU!!

Be Responsible!


Elephant Congress

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on April 9, 2014 by kola


In the wake of the National Patriotic Party (NPP) delegates’ congress to choose representative of the party in various levels of representation in Tamale, the city has been agog with activities. The first noticeable thing is that all the party offices in various parts of the city are open bright and early in the morning with the sale of party paraphernalia openly displayed.

Meanwhile at night whilst most of the city sleeps, party contestant faithful post bills and posters of their candidates all over the city. It is so easy to see how rich the potential candidate is by just looking at the size of their banner or the number of posters put within a certain radius.

From the town centre all the way on one of the high streets past the market and a few banks and a filling station, every wall and every tree available is pockmarked with party posters.

It is evident that people have started arriving in town in droves from all over the country to attend the congress and on the day of the congress it is estimated that more than ten thousand people will be in the Tamale metropolis.

Well I won’t delve into the security, business and environmental considerations of this influx of people into the city. My concern is of the event itself – the political ramifications.

Even with that I will not delve into the real political debate of the flagbearership or who gets the nod to represent which group or faction. My main focus is on the politics of Ghana.

It is high time the people of Ghana recognize that politicians are very selfish people on the whole and we wake up to the fact that it is the plebiscites that vote them into whatever position they are.
Furthermore the offices they hold are not personalized offices but then they are public offices entrusted to them by the public and so the public should hold them accountable for what happen during their tenure of office.

With the elephant congress coming up, I realize that to be able even to enter into office in government (if your government is in power) it is the congress that makes the choice. The delegates from the various constituencies are important cogs in the wheel of our democratic process yet what do we see.

These delegates see the time for congress as their proverbial ‘cocoa season’ to milk candidates who canvass not only for their support but also their votes. How pathetic can we get as a country when this happens even on the large scale during national democratic elections?

Every four years you sell your conscience and hardship especially for material gain that will not even last a year. Let me further make fun of this incident.

You are given a lump sum of a Gh1000 to buy your vote but when whoever gave you that money is put in power, person makes Gh7000 every month – not to mention allowances and kickbacks. He is given free fuel and housing allowance worth another Gh3000 per month and he has medical insurance for his family and even girlfriends.

Meanwhile, fuel prices for you keeps going up every month, electricity in your home is a farce, water has never run through your taps, health insurance is a bigger farce so how long is the Gh1000 you were given going to last?

Now Go Figure!

Politics in Ghana is so lopsided we are even blind to see. Why is it that it is now a two horse race between the National Democratic Party and the National Patriotic Party? Is it just me or nobody has noticed the names of the parties. What is democratic or patriotic about the people that make up the party when they only get into power to get fat and line their fat bellies.

That is not to say that some of these politicians are not democratic or patriotic. In every case there are a few good men.

Why is it the members of parliament will debate and issue and when it comes to the general good of Ghana as a whole there is vehement opposition to one thing or the other but when issues such as allowances, salaries are increased and backdated, allowances, etc which obviously benefits them personally, there is no debate. It is a straight shoo in.

Why is it that when there is a change in political party, civil society grinds to a halt for a few months because there is no government machinery to drive it. Is it the same everywhere? Or only in Africa where party loyalists are always the ones in charge of running civil institutions.

And they have the interests of the nation at heart indeed. Not especially when the complaint is that most of the government revenue goes into paying public officials. What utopia!

But can we blame anybody for the state of affairs of the nation when we are a very gullible nation. A nation where politicians will argue over issues on national media (radio or television), get their supporters worked up and hanging by their every word as gospel whilst they finish whatever debate and holding hands and clapping each other on the back, go off to have brunch and a few bottles of whisky.

A hard day’s work indeed.

With this elephant congress coming up, it has set this my dysfunctional mind into thinking mode (quite unpleasantly) that it is high time the plebiscite realized that it doesn’t matter which party a politician belongs to, once he is given a government appointment, he is a public servant and accountable to who put him there in the first place. It is important to have a clear conscience whilst putting him there so that he can be held accountable for his actions and of course as is so characteristic of this nation, his inactions.

In all other congresses, the issues that are raised should be taken seriously by all of us Ghanaians. We should not say that because we do not belong to a certain political party we won’t listen to what they have to say. Pay attention to the party’s vision for the country (hey, we have examples where a party claimed its vision was said to be impossible but the vision stolen as a new vision for the opposing party) and check for viability with what you know about the economy.

Doesn’t anybody find it funny that at the end of the day what party you vote for is supposed to be between you and God (and the witch doctor’s pot) so that courting support for a party is just a way of making extra bucks for your pocket thus selling your conscience? So why go through the hassle anyway.

I have said my piece and l certainly still believe in Ghana. This is my motherland indeed.

Ghana must work.

Like I always say it begins with YOU!


Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on January 27, 2014 by kola


Indebted to the spirits of this land

Nonchalant to the rest of the world

Some of us would want to make the world a better place

Oblivious to the challenges that we will face

Men women and children

Neophytes to this African existence

Inducted into western cultural systems

All for one or all for none…

Oral History

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 3, 2013 by kola


“Oral histories are a dying art, which is sad indeed, for they show the appropriate respect for the lives and experiences of those who have come before. And, just as important, they document those remembrances, for once those lives are over, that personal knowledge is lost forever. Unfortunately we live in a time now where everyone seems to be solely looking ahead, as though we deem nothing in the past worthy of our attention.”

–          Bestselling Author David Baldacci in his Author’s Note as prelude to his book Wish You Well ©2000


Is it a coincidence that this Virginia born author will relate to the importance of oral history in his novels? Did you know that there is a Jamestown in the state of Virginia that was created around the same time that Jamestown was created in Accra? Both have a parallel history.

The Pocahontas story comes from the Jamestown, Virginia when the British sailors met with the native Indians and the Indian princess had the desire to learn of the culture of the foreigner and ended up marrying one of them.

Jamestown in Accra was the main colonial harbor of the Gold Coast and a fishing community developed around it. It was a busting industrial town during the colonial days.

Now compare what has become of both Jamestowns. One is a very well developed tourist attraction whilst the other is still an overpopulated fishing community, almost a slum. Your guess is as good as mine which is which.

Fast forward years on and what has happened to Africa. We who used to solely depend on oral traditions to pass down lessons and history down the generations, to the extent that Trevor Roper contends that Africa had no history prior to the coming of the Europeans because Europeans brought reading and writing to Africa.

What happened to our rites of passage where youth learnt to be adults, what happened to apprenticeship, what happened to drum language, what happened to our tradition and culture?

What happened to our traditional folklore, taboos and myths, our songs that we sing, the tunes we even used to whistle and all that late night under the moonlight By The Fireside tales?

Did we give them all up for ‘modern technology’?

Have we chosen the ‘whiteman’s education over ours?

What happened to sitting at the feet of the elderly to learn words of wisdom?

Oh Africa! What happened to our traditional griots and praise singers, who sang the history of our societies and kingdoms? They sang of great men in our societies worth emulating. They sang of sacrifices made so we the descendants can live the life that we do today.

Now it is all left to just a week in the year, when we ‘celebrate’ our festivals. Festivals are the last vestiges of our identity and culture. And now gradually we are losing that too because these occasions have become occasions not only of grandeur but political platforms to lure people for the ultimate sacrifice of the thumb in the name of democracy.

I won’t belabor this point. Let us do our own bit in learning from the elderly. Their experiences matter. There is an African proverb that says that what an old man sees sitting, a younger person will not see sitting atop the tallest of trees.

Our aged folk have been neglected because we don’t see the essence in learning from them and deferring to them the necessary respect. They are living encyclopedias on the African condition and when they pass on, those libraries are lost if not tapped into.

Unfortunately, we are culprits of the second part of the quote. We live on like we have no past. But Bob Marley (reggae icon) reminds us that ‘in this great future you can’t forget your past’ (if you do not know your past how do you know where you are going (your future).

History is needed so we can learn from the past and correct the mistakes our forefathers made. In every aspect of our lives, there has been a precedent. Why do you think the Old Testament in the Bible is still relevant in The Book even with a new covenant in Christ?

Everybody else is looking into their history apart from those whose future lies in their history – Africans.

 Nana Awere Damoah asks in his new book I Speak of Ghana:  “why is our history looking and sounding more glorious than our future?”

There must be something wrong somewhere. Let us find it together. Sankofa! Let us go back to our history, embedded in our oral traditions and find solutions to our African problems and move on.

The Chinese have done it, the Jews have done it, Europe has done it, the rest of the world has done it, what are Africans waiting for?

Ask the next older person you meet about the past and let’s shape our future.

Like I always say, it begins with YOU!


Thinking of Ghana!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 30, 2013 by kola


So a good friend of mine Selorm Branttie, on a visit to Kigali in Rwanda, put this observation up on his Facebook wall and the discussion that followed was like a seminar session I will like to share.

I have made editions to make it readable and I agree with most of the sentiments expressed in the discussion although they are not mine.


Hmmm Ghanaians and their mouth-mouth…

The streets of Kigali are so clean and orderly, even the traffic lights have timers everywhere, streetlights working, not even a single polythene bag on the street…

Tiny Rwanda… producing Tea and coffee…. 

Ghana: Cocoa, Gold, plenty PhDs, plenty planners, plenty civil service people… One Ghanaboy with me was commenting about the fact that we city people pay 5% of our bloated electricity bill on streetlights….


“You know you are in Ghana when street lights are visible decorations by day and invisible shadows by night.” 

– Nana Awere Damoah in his latest book #ISpeakofGhana

 (Then the discussion starts)

Well, I said it and will say it again, give Rwanda five years and Ghana would have to go study development there. I am really concerned about how we practice development. No one (leadership) seems to listen around here (Ghana).

(sigh) Concert Ghana! The Rwandan story is a modern example of the possibility of an African nation to develop if they put their minds to it.

I am telling you, I am so impressed. The nation seems to have some character and you only need to be there for an hour to see it all. This is a nation going forward. You won’t believe this was a nation that only in the 90s was a disaster country.

 It is the cleanest city I’ve ever visited in Africa. 

Check out their boda boda aka okada (motorbike taxis) and you will love a ride at the back of one. Even their Bodas have one thing in common, even the helmets are all green or blue, with sun visors which are even uniform. Unbelievable really!

It’s amazing. Every rider has a helmet for the passenger and they have the same colors!

This is a country with a visa on arrival for all Africans. They make regional integration begin to make sense. It’s a mindset that Ghana must get.

 Yeah! It’s true the streets of Kigali are clean. They have a no litter policy that’s ingrained in the citizenry unlike in Ghana where even the ‘educated’ litter indiscriminately, it’s even mind boggling.

It is very obvious that until we get the filth out of the minds of our people, we will still be stagnant and we are all aware of what happens when there is stagnation.

‘We’ can’t get the filth out of the minds of ‘our’ people since it has to be a conscious effort on their part -of course plus fines and public education.

But really maybe what Ghana needs is to make the punishment for littering so expensive that people will think twice. 

Honestly don’t know what else can be done about the current breed of Ghanaians because find it interesting that when we move out of Accra to other smaller towns the amount of littering is either less or even non-existent but come to Accra and it is like stepping into the capital of a rubbish heap! 

Everyday as we pass by the Korle lagoon and the Kpeshie lagoon, the level of rubbish in there and the stench is just so overpowering.  As far back as 1998, remember seeing fishermen at work in those lagoons and it wasn’t degraded but then what happened? 

What the hell is wrong with us in this country?!! 

Must there be a gun to our head before we do the right thing??

What is seriously wrong with us?!

Where is our sense of discipline or what ingredient is it that we lack to make these work?

Tough questions lie behind the Rwandan “miracle” which Ghana’s elites will suffer hallucinations from just imagining. Maybe we have too many intellectual idiots in this country. (emphasis mine)

‘We see Ghanaians aspiring to great things on TV and read about them on the Internet, encounter intellectuals on social media and I feel this pride and I tell myself really Ghana is making it. But then I step out to into town or travel outside Accra and see the filth, degradation and poverty and ask myself where are these same Ghanaians to make an impact??’

It is hard to believe we are a country full of stupid people (pardon my harsh language) but I see everything that goes and I wonder if maybe we’ve all lost our sense of reasoning because the really stupid things that go on in this country just makes you want to pack baggage and leave (cc: Brigadier Nunoo).

We were already on our way out but choose to stay here. That’s a sacrifice if you didn’t know. The ultimate sacrifice some of us made was to stay in Ghana and try to make this work.

In Rwanda, they have a 7 year term of office but that alone is not enough. The quality of their leadership makes it happen. It is high time we started asking very pertinent questions such as what good is this democracy in Ghana.

Would a visionary autocracy perhaps been a good thing to first set the precedence for Ghana? Is Kigali’s semi-dictatorship a model for Ghana to copy? Do we need a ‘benevolent’ dictator in Ghana?

Paul Kagame doesn’t take nonsense and he kicks ass! Our leaders are a bunch of sissies who only look for the next pile of cash to steal!

When drivers are arrested and fined in some cases for offences they had committed, a political meal is made. Okada owners have had a field day because they squeezed the balls of the politicians and they were given the green light because it was around elections. This is the type of leadership we are endowed with.

The question is whether even some of the top civil servants undergo any performance reviews themselves. If they did, it will solve some of these problems

It is obvious from spending time in Kigali that everything looks fine but there are also lots of interesting political problems that the visitor doesn’t have to engage with. The cracks could be revealed once you go below the surface, that there is quite a bit of anxiety.

 It’s like the usual thing we do in Ghana, talk about democracy and praise Malaysia for economic strides.

Some of us are tired of the talk, we need action. Is it not obvious we all know what the problem is and have ideas how to solve it but have the ‘ostrich syndrome’. So the question is: what do we do about it?

It truly is an individual resolve and we need to stop the frigging intellectual discourse and descend to the grassroots. But then, even the so called intellectuals are the worst culprits so where does that leave us? 

The grassroots is all about grit and independent thought that has all but abandoned us. However let’s not forget that Ghana’s soldiers did a great job in Kigali in her darkest hour.

It will be nice to look out for each other and to champion a new leadership agenda offering another perspective to how leadership must be practiced. Hopefully, it is proposed that it will have a curriculum of studies which if followed through, will go a long way to give us the progress we need. The solution is simple. It offers different perspective in conscious education, helping to take care of the mind.

Feel free to join the cause by following The Africa Leadership Agenda on Facebook.

It is high time we roll up our sleeves and get some work done and it must begin at the grassroots. It’s important also that we have this kind of discourse to bring like minds and other stakeholders on board to find solutions.

We talk of change so longingly but we as a people don’t have the commitment, the dedication and the preparedness to shut up for a minute to think and work – always yapping about nothing.

Note: Kigali is in Africa, not Europe.

Some of us are forced to think that maybe war is a positive transformation tool. Japan, Germany, Europe in general and ultimately the USA all had a great transformation after years of war and guess Rwanda is naturally following suit. The toughest political decisions and developmental policies can easily be implemented under such conditions.

People sit in Ghana and titillate themselves that “Ghana is the gateway to Africa.” Obviously, the sayers of the above statement have NEVER travelled anywhere else in Africa.  

For Ghana to work, it depends on YOU.

Like I always say, it begins with YOU!


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Revolving Doors

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 28, 2013 by kola

As I sat in the banking hall in Unibank Kumasi, I observed clients come in through their revolving doors and it was interesting to relate the different ways people approached and came into the banking hall through those doors, to life.

We all have different approaches to life and that tells on how we live life. Our hopes, dreams, mannerisms and behaviors are all tied to the way we see life. Life can be heaven or hell or a mixture of both, a pleasure or pain, a mixture of both again, but one thing I know is that we all as human beings want to live life to the fullest.

Our various experiences shape our reactions to other experiences that might not be necessarily hinged on a particular experience but then there is the need to recognize that the various aspects of our life and the lives of other human beings in so interwoven to each other. This brings to mind the philosophical saying by Descartes and his humanitarian contemporaries that ‘man is not an island unto himself’.

In walking through those revolving doors, people were going in one at a time. This made me realize that no matter what situation and how rich or poor you are, you are responsible for your own actions. A person has to choose when to walk into the revolving doors to get to the other side and this you do alone. Whatever and however you do that is up to you.

When I tried entering the revolving doors with another person, I came to the realization that inasmuch as there were two people, it was quite uncomfortable since the other person kept clipping at the heels of the other in the partitioning.

Furthermore, whatever goes on in that short time that the door revolves from outside to inside the banking hall is entirely an individual thing. Well, I didn’t fart to test this assertion but then it was imperative that one had to get into the doors to get inside the banking hall.

This applies in life that it needed an action to move from one phase to another. To move from outside in the sun, to the cool air-conditioned interiors of the bank for a transaction, there needed to be an action and that was to step into the revolving doors to take one to the other side.

Whenever we pray to God to change our situation and then sit back and fold our arms, how then do we expect the prayers to be answered? There is the need for an action to be taken and then the prayer can be achieved.

Some people were afraid to even walk through the revolving doors whilst others just did not know how to stop when it got to the banking hall and just kept going on and ended up outside again. There was this one guy who only ended up in the bank after a third attempt. No! He wasn’t dumb. He just did not understand how revolving doors worked.

And that is life. Perseverance and faith will get you through a lot of revolving doors but you need to take the first step.

Like I always say it begins with YOU.

God be with you.



Frederiksgave Plantation

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 21, 2013 by kola

I had heard about the slave plantation at Abokobi in Accra but did not know where exactly it was located. My first thought was that it was a slave stop site where the slaves stopped to rest on their way to the coast.

The first encounter I had of it was to see a picture of the stream that runs through the place. Then I finally had the opportunity as a resource person on the field trip of participants at the INSRAT Historic Society of Ghana Teachers of History in High Schools workshop.

It was exciting as it was the first time for me to get to know this place too.

Abokobi is an old town just below the Aburi mountain ranges that became popular for its farming activities. The land is fertile so that even in the early 80s when the drought and famine hit Ghana, Abokobi was not much affected because of its location and the fertility of its land.

The inhabitants are mainly farmers and they cultivate cereals like maize and also palm oil and then bring the produce to the market in Madina to sell. These were the traditional farmlands of the Ga people.

Modernity however has caught up with Abokobi and its environs. The new capitalist economy means that the lands that were hitherto used to farmlands have been sold to private ownership and these private owners decide whatever they want to do with the lands. Inasmuch as a few of them still maintain the lands as farmlands, the majority have used the lands to build plush modern day houses to use as their homes to retire to.

These rich people in society have built mansions that they can retire to from their active service in the mainland and central Accra. These peri-urban areas have spread all over Accra and the owners of these houses are usually absent because of the distance from the central mainland Accra.

On the way to Abokobi lies the Pantang Hospital for the mentally ill. There was a time when this hospital was isolated from the nearest place of activity but now it is bursting with activity as the city is drawn closer to it.

Gone were the days when anybody seen in the environs of the hospital was considered a mental patient and therefore accorded the stigma that comes from society for being a mad person.

Another long existing place on the road to Abokobi is the Italian design and construction firm Micheletti. The firm has been there for years and there were many times when people have wondered what goes on in those plush design buildings.

This company is responsible for the building of the hockey stadium that hosted the African Hockey tournament in 2009.

Further down the road is the Abokobi land fill site acquired and owned by Zoomlion Waste Management Company Limited. In recent times there has been controversy on the effect of the land fill site on the residents of the area. They claim that the waste is not treated well. The land fill site is the dump ground for the waste of areas within the Accra East environs.

One just has to drive by the place and leave the windows to the car open to relate to what the residents feel when they make complaints about the land fill site.

There is an old Presbyterian church at the crossroads to the plantation site. It is obvious the church has been refurbished several times but its location is paramount in showing missionary activity and European presence in Abokobi.

The University of Ghana has a sign post on the crossroad showing the way to the plantation. A couple of mud houses still dot the road to the plantation.

It is interesting to know that Frederiksgave is in a cul-de-sac. It is situated at the last end of the road of the road from Abokobi in a place called Sesime. At the cul-de-sac is a sign post that tells visitors that they have arrived at the plantation site. It’s a signpost of the University of Ghana and Ghana Museums Board.

There are cobblestones leading up to the villa situated up a slight hill a short walk from the end of the road.

The caretaker of the museum is an affable man who welcomes visitors and gives a short history of the plantation. The plantation was the private residence of a Dutch man who lived there. He died interstate and as by Danish law, his property became the property of the monarch of the time, King Frederick.

Later on, Frederick gave over the plantation and villa to the Danish government hence the name Frederiksgave meaning Frederick’s gift. The plantation originally housed 21 slaves, 13 female and 8 male who lived in two thatched houses on the site next to the villa, planting coffee and tobacco for local consumption.

The villa was rebuilt as part of The Heritage Project, when archaeology students of the University of Ghana started coming over to do practical work at the site. For many years the site was not restored but one man Dr Beduwa-Mensah (of blessed memory) made it his pet project and the subject of his doctoral thesis.

Through his efforts, the Augustino Foundation, a Danish foundation, sponsored the restoration of the site that has now become a museum of Danish and Dutch presence in the Gold Coast inland.

In the museum, there is a list of slaves that were at the plantation and how much they were bought for. It is interesting to note that the slaves came from all over Ghana and even beyond.

It is imperative that some of the slave descendants will still be in Abokobi town but it will still be difficult to trace the lineages of such families unless maybe the traditional historians. This is because any such descendants would have been integrated into the society.

There are also documents relating to instances where chiefs brought over slaves in exchange for tobacco or even at one time a hammock.

The villa not only served as a Dutch residence but also an inland clinic for the Dutch presence in the gold Coast and there was a direct walking  route to Christianborg in Osu which was visibly marked with tamarind trees.

Whenever slavery is mentioned, our first thought goes to our forefathers who were shipped abroad to work in the plantations in the New Lands in the Caribbean and other parts of the world.

This plantation is a historical sight to show that some of the Europeans kept slave plantations locally and it was only when they wanted to usually punish some stubborn slaves that they sold them overseas.

it is now a Ghana Heritage site where tourists can visit and learn about slavery in Ghana.

Let us all stand together and say NO MORE to slavery.

Like i always say, it begins with YOU!