Seasons come and go and these seasons depend largely on the climate and the time of the year. Many people are quick to welcome other seasons like the rainy season but do not want to hear of other seasons, especially the harmattan season which is usually from late October to late March or early April. Some countries refer to this period as winter, for us in the temperate regions, that is our winter too, just that we don’t have any snow during this time. Unfortunately, we can’t do away with it, it is part of the seasons and the best we can do is enjoy it when it comes. Maybe the reason most people do not like this season is because of the heat that comes with it. Since harmattan occurs during the dry season and is characterized by dry north-eastern trade winds, it makes the weather extremely hot and dry.
It is a lot easier to become a celebrity these days, because of social media, one is able to connect easily and faster to a large group of people. Most of them are just crazy, doing things that are unsafe, uncomfortable and irrational simply because they can. At an early age, I started admiring the roles that young women in the various pageantries in Ghana play, I admired the way they are able to display the beautiful Ghanaian culture and how they speak English and get their audience to listen to all the things they do especially on stage. I also looked at the many television hosts and hostesses and told myself I was going to be like one of them one day. I started writing letters (letter writing was more common then) to some of these people I looked up to as role models while I was still in basic school. I never received any reply though, maybe the letters never got to them or they got to them but they did not reply. Maybe too, they replied but the replies never got to me. Continue reading “Pimped and Nothing”
We in Ghana are always emphasizing on democracy, decentralization and women inclusion in governance and decision-making to the point that governments spend a lot of money to create opportunities for women to engage in decision making. There are even countries that look up to Ghana as a model country, hence they are learning from her democracy to help implement better policies in their countries. Looking at the happenings in our country recently, one is tempted to ask if the country is behaving like the black prophet who preaches to the people what should be done and does the contrary, when questioned why he is behaving so, his response is, “do as I say but not as I do”. Maybe we are just practising democracy in theory. Continue reading “Bloody Democracy?”
I am created beautiful, I can be created out of gold, silver, or any other durable metallic object and even beads. Sometimes, I am a combination of both metal and beads. When I am created out of beads, it brings out the African in me. There is no way you would say I am not beautiful when you see me. I am a twin…Yes I have a twin sister, but we are used similarly but differently on the body of a woman especially the African woman.
Imagine that you live in Kumasi and you have to attend an important meeting in Accra, you received the notification the night before, you book a flight because if you have to drive all the way to Accra because you will be late. Upon getting to Accra, your friend who promised to give you one of his cars to use in Accra calls to inform you the car has developed a fault and he cannot pick you up because he is busy. You decide to pick a taxi but the driver quotes an amount that you cannot come to terms with, you do not even have enough cash on you. Then you remember that you ever downloaded an app called UBER that can take you to your destination. So you pull your smart phone from your pocket, check the price from your location to your destination and it is moderate, and also check the distance of the car from where you are and they are more than necessary cars available. You do the obvious, book the car and pay through mobile money at your arrival. As you enjoy the ride to your destination, you pass through some streets that are restricted (taxis are not allowed on the street), then you smile and ask yourself what would have happened if you used the taxi. Yes, that is the beauty of technology! You can book a cab from the comfort of your room in a discomfortable situation, maybe when it is raining. The major towns of operation in Ghana are Accra and Kumasi. Continue reading “The Mobile Taxi”
Various waste materials are disposed off in diverse ways. For instance drainage facilities carry some liquid waste to their destinations. Some solid waste can also be burned, buried or recycled. Have you ever wondered what happens to our currency when it loses its value? Do we burn it or throw it away? We all use and spend money but what happens to the money when it’s no longer valuable, what happens to it? Interestingly, no matter how bad or wretched-looking money is, the value remains the same. We all love to handle new money but unfortunately, many of us do not know how to take care of it. When people get new currency notes, they are reluctant to spend it. If this is the case, why do we allow that fresh note to get battered? Can we be careful how we handle them so that they can maintain the freshness for a long time? Maybe if money could speak, one day they will ask some of us questions about why we treat it the way we do.
Currency refers to money in any form when in actual use or circulation as a medium of exchange, especially circulating banknotes and coins. It is an undeniable fact that money is very important for all transactions throughout the world though different countries use different currencies; thus, one country’s currency cannot be used as a medium of exchange for goods and services in another country. Continue reading “The Woes of “Kurrency””
If you are reading this blog post, congratulations! You just passed the… Naah, you probably read that somewhere before!
In the space of 3 weeks, since RAW IS WAR VOl.1, I have made more enemies than psychopathy ever made Hitler and well, been seen as the Ghanaian hero who saved the world from a possible Herpes pandemic. I should join Earth’s mightiest heroes- the Avengers. What will I be called? Herpes-Man or Gono-man? Wheew! The choice is yours!
Nevertheless, if you are reading this blog post, I am pretty sure you have read the critically acclaimed RAW IS WAR Vol 1. Give it a thoughtful read.
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I honestly have to emphasize, “RAW IS WAR” isn’t to scare you. Truth be told, you are more likely to die by a plane crash than an STI. Rather, these blog posts are to educate you on…
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Once upon a time I used to suffer a lot every month when my period was due(most ladies will understand). I tried several doctors, hospitals and painkillers but the pain was always severe. There were times I used hot water bottles and ice cubes to massage my abdomen just to get relieved of the pain. The story never changed. Anytime my period was over, I am excited and jubilate like a prisoner who has been freed from prison. After speaking with one of my doctor friends about the situation, he gave me some green and yellow capsules to swallow. These capsules were to help kill the pain and make me feel better. He asked me to swallow one in the morning and one in the evening for just a day. I swallowed two in the morning and two in the evening for three consecutive days with the mind that it would work faster and better and the pain will die faster. The pain died alright, I felt better too so I felt good and continued taking the capsules. I was very active with no pains and felt my problem was solved, little did I know I was in for the worst.
There’s a new scam in town. Well, not so new, since it’s been around for a pretty long while. It’s not a Ponzi scheme, and it’s definitely not sim swap fraud. It’s worse than those, and yet it’s so well accepted by everyone. Actually, it’s an idea so well sold that your grandpa will question why you haven’t bought into it yet.
I have been thinking a lot these days about a lot of things. That might be because I’m an unemployed graduate (who now knows there are 48 full and 28 half tiles in the loo). Could also be because lately, I’ve been reading a lot of stuff. Whichever, who cares.
One of those thoughts has been ‘why did I go to school?‘. Too many nights have passed and I still can’t think of a good enough reason.
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Mama my stomach, I want to poo. Mama I want to poo”… cried 12-year-old Bayuo as she
woke her mother up. Hold on, shouted her father as he searched for a torchlight to give to the wife to take the girl to the Bush to ease herself. This was about the third or fourth time they had gone through this ordeal and it was just 2:30am. This time, luck was not on their side because before they could get to the main entrance of the large compound they share with other tenants, 12-year-old Bayuo had already eased on herself and the watery stool was all over the place. Her mother who stood with hands on her waist in an akimbo position could not help but hit the poor girl who was already suffering on the head.That involuntary action by the mother sent the girl sprawling to the ground and it looked as if life had left her body…