Shame On Me! lol...The Resurrection!

I'm sad... yet happy. Reason(s); I'm sad because I did not make any new post to my blog for over 4 months. Happy because today I have a new post :-)

Ok.
So I have decided to take my blog seriously(sounds like a new year's resolution huh!lol? and for that matter, I intend to write at least two articles per month. I want to talk about things I really care about and/or just passionate about. I am not sure how the writings will be organised, but I'm sure I'll write on current affairs, sports, technology, education, history, friends and maybe love (that should be an interesting one, lol)

Wish me luck and let me know what you think.

P.S. Just thinking out loud! Image Source: http://www.gibbsmagazine.com/Shame.htm

What Does He Mean By "discretion"?

Yesterday on the news, the Public Relations Officer of the Ghana Police Service gave a statement on actions taken by the Ghana Police Service and some of its personnel during President Obama's visit.

He was defending the Service' strategy regarding the closing of some major roads in Accra. He thought it was the contribution of the citizens of Ghana to sacrifice some of their precious time to make the visit of the US president an historic one.

In my opinion, I think he made a good point. I suppose it is based on the premise (if I may) that, "nothing good comes easy". Well, it was unfortunate for the motorists and pedestrians on the days the roads was block, but, like the Public Relations Officer of the Ghana Police Service said, it was our contribution the success of the visit.

But I am very uncomfortable with another statement he made pertaining to the crowd control in Cape Coast. He was trying to defend some of the brutish, uncivilized and unprofessional actions some of the police officers meted out to our brothers and sisters in Cape Coast. Mind you, all they wanted was to see President Barack Obama, but some of them ended up being slapped in the face, kicked, pushed and shoved like they were pieces of logs. It was really bad of the police officers and the images captured by the news crews showed the disgraceful and barbaric manner our police officers treated the crowd.

Interestingly, the PRO of the Ghana Police Service tried to defend this shameful actions by insinuating that the crowd got a little over excited and became quite hard to manage, as such the officers controlling the crowd could use their "discretion" in maintaining the order. I suppose what he meant was that it was ok for the officers to beat, hit, slap and kick members of the crowd just to get them to order. Hmmmm, this does not sit well with me at all. Is the PRO saying it is ok for officers of the law to maltreat citizens of Ghana just to get them to act in a certain way? Is he saying that the Police Service cannot take alternative actions that does not involve physical abuse to maintaining law and order?

I wonder what he will think if his daughter or son had been slapped just because he/she wanted to take a closer look at Obama? What about our ministers of state who were literally scrambling to shake hands with Obama after he gave his speech in Parliament, would it have been ok for the Secrete Service to slap them too?

The bottom line is that, the Ghana Police Service acted unprofessionally and instead of them evaluating and improving their operations, the PRO is making excuses.

Well, I have news for you Officer PRO, and the news is that we do not think manhandling and treating Ghanaians like animals is excusable. As young people, we know the world has come far along on appropriate measures and actions that security services take to maintain law and order, as as such we would not condone ineptitude of any kind. I suggest the police service start reviewing and changing their operations.

I think I have raved and ranted enough. Till I think out loud again, let us all-especially young people in Ghana and in Africa, stand up to certain excesses from authorities that wield power and demand to be treated right.

Was Obama’s visit a good thing or not?

The President of the United States of America’s visit to Accra can be described as joyous and something we should be proud of (As Ghanaians), yet also an extremely uncomfortable experience for the many Ghanaians.

It was joyous because, firstly, out of 53 States in Africa, Ghana was chosen to host Obama. Secondly, Obama stayed in Ghana for at least 24 hours, long enough for some serious talk with our government officials (I hope!). And perhaps lastly, Obama’s address to Parliament was inspiring and had a relevant message to us young people in Ghana and in Africa- in this address the U.S promised to provide $63 billion for health improvement in Africa.

But Obama’s visit was also a huge inconvenience to people who live in Accra because of the security precautions that were taken for the president’s visit. Motorists and pedestrians had to stay in traffic for as long as 4 hours. In most cases however the traffic delay was for about hour and half hours (as reported by some TV stations). The result was that many people were late for work, and I suspect that some could not even make it to work. Trotro drivers could not make their daily sales for the day as most of them had fewer hours to do their business.

My personal perception of Obama’s visit is that, it was inspiring and I feel it was a good visit for us young people. Not to mention the fact that the country was “able” to rehabilitate the La General hospital (something that was ignored for several years). Plus there was a lot of cleaning of the city of its filth that we seem to comfortably live with.

But why do we wait for visiting international personalities before we act? Where did the money come from all of a sudden? (I’m assuming the La General Hospital was not fixed up all this while because of lack of funds, as is the case with nearly all problems that need to be solved). Is this befitting of us as a people? Is this befitting of a country that claims it is the gateway to Africa? Should this be the case for a country that literally lead the independence struggle of African states about 50 years ago? And the most important question of all, what are “you” going to do, or perhaps, what are you doing about Ghana’s prosperity and development?

Are you satisfied with the way things are going in this country and across Africa? Well, I hope you and I will do something about it.

Well, until the next time I Think Out Loud, let us not forget what Barack Obama has been able to achieve personally, and his message to us. I hope his personal story propels us all to do something productive for our communities and country.

My Love/Hate Relationship With...Ghana

I have known her for more than twenty years...I lived with her all this while and I know that even though she annoys me sometimes, I will not stop loving.

The 'her' I speak of is Ghana, yes my motherland Ghana.
I have been fortunate to travel to some West African countries, and I have always been grateful to be Ghanaian.

But I cannot say Ghana is the best place to live. I mean how could it be? Frequent power outages, poor health facilities, lying politicians, poorly equipped police force, contentious educational system...the list goes on.

I have always asked, don't we have engineers in this country to fix the constant power outages? Don't we have smart experts who can design a health system that all Ghanaians can access? Why are the majority of Ghanaians so apathetic to the corrupt activities of politicians? Why can't the government just equip the police force just as they are able to buy executive sedans, spend on elaborate and often pointless commemorations? Why can't we have an educational system where after JSS; now JHS, the student can still have a hope of having a decent standard of living in the future? Well, why not?

As you read this, I hope the questions would ingnite some introspection and then some innovative answers to the questions I asked.

Despite the many problems and concerns I have with Ghana, I still love her very much.
I have a strong conviction that Ghana will be a 'dream' country for many who would wants a safe and peaceful place to settle in.

Hmmm, it's been a while since I made a new entry on my blog. I hope this has been a good read for you and I hope you will share some of your frustrations, dreams and hopes for Ghana with me and other readers.

Till I 'think out loud', all the best to us all and God bless Ghana.

childhood days!

I believe we all have many memories of our childhood(between ages 4 and 10) and hopefully most of them are good ones.

I was having a conversation with some colleagues some time back and we happen to relate to some events from our childhood. We were talking about our favorite dishes. One said he liked "Ga kenkey" more than other foods. I told him didn't really like kenkey; atleast not as much as I did when I was very young.

Then I told him of how when I was younger me and my family would eat hot kenkey in the morning. I remember how before it was even 8am, my mum would buy kenkey and "freshly fried fish" for breakfast(by the way, I am a Ga, so that should give you some context). She'd put the fried fish and grounded peper into a separate plate, then two balls of kenkey into the other plate. We would then huddle around these two plates and eat together: my parents, my two sisters and myself. I remember that it was my dad who almost always started eating first, maybe because the kenkey was very hot and he was the only who could handle it.lol :-).

I remember he (my dad) would take little "blows" of hot kenkey and stick them on the edge of the plate for me and my sisters so that we could eat without geeting burned by the hot dish. I remember that sometimes my mum or dad will actually declare who the "little blow" belonged to...can you imagine? Well they had good reason to do so because I'd have taken all the "little blows" not caring about my sisters. Those were fun days man!!!

I like to think that little things from my childhood has made me a much better person. And just thinking about it makes me appreciate my childhood so much. I will also like to say my parents did a good job for doing those things, eventhough they were unaware of the impact of these activities on us all.

So...
Do you remember your childhood days?Does it bring you good feelings?Do you think the way our parents raised us has made us better persons? What do you remember specifically?Do you think you'll have an environment that reflected your childhood days with your husband/wife and kids?

And...
Do you rememeber the days we bought "wakyee" in leaves? Or bought iced water in cups? Do you remember the "alokoto", "tsakele","panpanaa" and "piloloo"?What about the infamous "mummy and daddy"?Who were usually: "mummy", "daddy", or the "children"? Do share your story.

Till the next time I think out loud
I will be thinking!

charley charley

It has been some time since I last posted anything on my blog!
But i Don't know what to write.

I want to write something...
I want post something new...
I want to write on a topic or subject matter that is relevant...
I want to write on something that makes sense...
On something that makes a difference...
Something someone would be glad they spent their time reading...
It has to make a point...
It must inform...
Or it must entertain...
Maybe even both; entertain and inform...

CROSS ROADS!
What do I write about?
Should it be personal rants?
Should it be a re-post of other materials I may have read?
Should it be something of my imagination,made up?
Or should it be about...?
I am not sure yet!

I will decide though...sooner than later I hope.
And it will be good.
And it will keep getting better...

So
What do you think I should write about?
Technology, science, history, philosophy, social issues?
Let me know what you prefer.

Till I think out loud again,
I'll keep thinking...

what's in a 'guy name'?

When I was in SSS, my seniors thought it'd be 'cool' to give me the name HIGH MORAL! The reason:I looked like a senior who'd completed the school.hmmmm...if you know anything about Ghanaian SSS,when a 'name' is given to you, you don't have a choice to keep it or not, you just kept it(more like the naming ceremony done for us when we are babies!).For some reason also I kept the 'name'; I wrote it on my books...

When I got into the university, my room mates thought it'd 'better' to give me another name.So once again I was 'named' (more like re-named) DJ Nii. lol...reason: I had a collection of CD's and on one of the CD's a track reminded one of my room mates of a girl he'd 'lost' to another guy(poor fella!). This kinda made him hate the song(in a light mannered way though...we laughed at him as you can imagine, and he was really cool about it).
So for some reason or another, DJ Nii stayed till I finished Uni.

Post uni and currently, a colleague of mine thought it'll be more befitting to call me SPLIPPERY! hahahaha. reason: I seemed like a reserved person yet I seemed to be popular with the girls(which is not true...maybe a little true).lol

So!
What 'guy name' do you think I should use? which one do you like most? Is there a need for a 'guy name' at all? Why do we feel compelled to give names to ourselves and to others?

Hmmm, actually I don't mind any of the 'guy names' at all, depending on the name a friend uses, I can know how long the person has known me.

So tell me, what was your 'guy name' when your were in school? Do you still use this name? What were the circumstances under which you 'got' this name?

Till next time when I think out loud,
Be all you can be!

My days of "Perching" in the University!

I always thought I had a very bad experience when I was in the university. Until my colleague told me of his experience when he was in Tech. I actually felt bad for thinking I had a hard time.
The experience I am referring to here is accommodation experience(I am talking about 'PERCHING!') in the university.

When I was admitted into the University of Ghana to pursue a BA course, I thought it would be easy with arranging my accommodation on campus. Well your guess is as good as mine, it was not easy. It was nothing I had imagined.

Eventually though I got a room(I actually bought the bed... I don't even remember how much) in Legon Main Hall, a room on the F-Block to be precise. Interestingly it was one of the most interesting experiences I had when I was in the university(even though I didn't think it was that interesting at the time). There were 14 people in the room reserved for 8 people, can you imagine? (I'm sure if you are a Commonwealth boy you can imagine).

My room mates were made up different characters in that room. From 'Chrifey' to 'Bad boys' and those who were some where in-between 'chrifey' and 'bad boy'. Arguments about money, girls and sports was, as you can imagine, the main issue of our conversations.

But I hated the wash rooms. For those of you who know what I am referring to ( 'SOS' and the wet bathroom floor), the wash rooms were not the neatest. It was also very warm in the evenings, which made having a good night sleep only a desire and almost never a reality. Because I paid for the bed, I did not have a 'percher', but that did not last or long. As if to gently welcome me into the room, no one 'perched' for about a week or so. After that, when it I got back to the room to sleep at night, I'd find the 'percher' soundly sleeping. Sometimes I'd ask the person to get up, and on other occassions I'd just lie by the person.

Anyways, I was only able to 'survive' for one semester. I moved to Jubilee Hall(a 'hotel' by Main Hall standards).

Come to think of it now I know I had a good experience in university in my first year. Considering also the story my colleague shared with me, I know I was one of the 'privilaged' few. What was yours like? Do share!
Untill the next time when I 'think out loud', thank you for reading.