Month: December 2015

It is foggy in CT. Soon it will clear. It is dry in Ghana. It is the harmattan season. One thing we share is limited visibility and then it improves.
It is the last day of the year. There will be a lot of ” ..overs” tonight. Go with your heart and mind. Ask for guidance from the Supreme One. Do not be fooled into sowing whatever into 2016. Let Him guide you.
Do not enter into 2016 with a Hangover. Enter sober and conscious. Be an agent of positive change making positive impacts. Bring a smile to someone’s face in 2016 not tears. Drop your fears.
Walk with God, Run with God.

On behalf of team#SILENTNOISES, I wish you all a happy New year. We thank you for following and reading and sharing. Blessings Always!

9.44pm. I am in my kitchen with two Vandals. We are just talking about life in general. The issues are just interesting. I will write about only a few.

We talked about the impact of Social Media. Now everyone thinks they have the right to chastise anybody at anytime.  Likewise, praises are heaped on nonsensical things. We see ugly and say it is the most beautiful thing we have ever seen. People no longer can live their lives in peace. Our  lives are on Reality TV via Whatsapp, Instagram Snapchat.

We are discussing the hypocritical Ghanaian attitude. Chastising people especially the ladies of what they wear. I am against indecent exposure but really some of these outfits are simply beautiful. It covers the region that deserves to be covered. When someone drinks a shot of liquor, he/she is considered an alcoholic. The food at an event if it is buffet style will merit left overs. Our people love to be served so they can massacre the show.

Then Christmas. Our kids simply do not get what Christmas is about. My son wanted two things. A Nintendo game and an Asus Laptop. He is mad at Santa for not providing him with his request. One of my guy’s daughter’s got a piano from an aunt. She values the piano more than the gifts from parents turned Santa. But then we remembered our childhood. We remembered the rice and tomato stew our moms cooked. Be it chicken or goat stew. The food carried a certain flavor. Instinctively, we all raised our fingers to our noses. Reminiscing paa be this. We all admitted that was Christmas back then.  After the rice it was Piccadilly crackers and Coca-Cola/Fanta. That was it. Nothing about Santa.

Is it the same kind of Christmas you enjoyed? The Ghana style?

How was your Christmas?

Speak out!!

I simply love it when at the end of November people begin to take stock of their lives. They are able to identify the areas where they lacked and then on 31st night, pray asking God to assist them overcome those burdensome areas.
The women who are unmarried will pray for men to walk into their lives. They will ask for well to do men who can afford to give them a Range Rover Evogue. They will ask for men who would not mind keeping them as concubine or 2nd and 3rd wives. They will ask to be housewives to these men. Men who will take them Shopping in Dubai and attend Samini or Shattawale concerts with them. They will dance to the tunes “where my baby dey” and “megye wo boy”. They forget there is something about them that drives the men away. Either it is personal hygiene or they simply cannot cook jollof.
The second set of women will ask for fruit of the womb. Babies. They will ask that whoever impregnates them does not matter. Even if they do not accept the pregnancy, on their own they are willing to take care of that child. Some of these women forget that The children in their wombs have been dropped like coconuts. Now they Cry at the beginning of each new year bothering The Creator.
The third category of women pray asking to be successful in their endeavors especially academically. They rely on God or their faith to guide them.
Now the men. Men will always be like he goats. Sleeping with anything curvaceous. They will not pray for a suitable woman to marry. Neither will they pray for anything. They will be in church stealing looks at heaped boobs and inflated hips. They will make eye contact and pray (then) that she falls for them. It is called ‘natural mystic’ or ‘chemistry’.
Some of the men will also pray against the spirit of womanizing. They are no longer able to combine feeding their wives and kids with feeding, clothing and providing for their concubines and families too. They pray asking for help to get rid of the excess baggage.
Others will pray seeking help in their chilling sprees. They simply enjoy life too much to the detriment of their families. If you sit by them in church on 31st night, their breathe can cause you to be in a charismatic stupor throughout the night (alcoholic fumes).
It is a market.
The auctioneer is the pastor. He resolved last year and has been praying through out this year to make enough to buy that SUV so that under the guise of the holy spirit he can give his old car to his girlfriend. (Holy spirit told him to do so.)
This year the prayer contention will be between the politicians and armed robbers. Both would be praying for protection as they loot. They would pray they are not caught. They would pray that if and if they are caught, may the Holy Spirit blind their captors and assuage the heart of the judges (with goats, guinea fowls, yam, sweet damsels) for them to be set free.
I am not making any resolution. I am only praying to God to continue to send people my way as I travel on this weight loss journey. But I will Speak Out against anything not good for humanity.
You need to be pragmatic. Look at yourself in the mirror. Resolution or not will you raise your leg or SPEAK OUT?

Mary Christmas and a Joseph New Year

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Dear Grandpa/ Nana Akufo -Addo

I have decided to write to you despite all odds. I know some people will bash me for doing this but sir I lay more claim to you than them. No fears though, I will be very circumspect in my diction. That is because you have not ascended to the high office of the land yet. I believe climbing mountain Everest would have been easier. Nana, I am short of words in describing you. Your qualities and virtues; I have the privilege of knowing you first hand so I can vouch for you. Let your humility guide you. Always. Many do not know this aspect of you. Earlier reports of you in the media in the PNDC/NDC era denoted you as an arrogant human being. Apuuuuuuu!!! Few saw when you volunteered to walk to enable the lawyers in the Attorney General’s department to use your official vehicle. Kw3333!! I was there. I saw it.

Nana, I read about a few uncouth people calling you Grandpa. It is a privilege. You have earned it. We look to you. Sir, permit me to address you as Dad; after all you are my daddy’s age mate and Legon mate. Don’t mind them!! They wish they could be called Grandpa but alas nothing for them. I dare call you Grandpa because I have three kids and in the Ghanaian tradition, if I see you as my daddy’s friend, then I call you “Uncle”. My kids will call you Grandpa. I told them about “Dumsor” in Ghana.

They laughed and asked “ daddy, what is Dumsor?” I replied “ it is the act of turning the light on and off at the whims of nobody.” They laughed and asked “ daddy, who is the president of Ghana?” I answered, “Drop that yam”. Actually I meant drop “Mahama”. Nana, I believe if you have the interest of Ghanaians at heart (which you do), you will tackle “Dumsor “ with all the seriousness it deserves.

The economy runs on power (not superficial power or that thing that makes some humans go crazy); electricity. It is the major concern of the citizens of Ghana, to be able to enjoy electricity not only for business but also for pleasure. I pray and plead do not make promises like your predecessor. Do you read the newspapers? So so promises. He even promised not to promise again. Then immediately he promised. Ghanaians are very hardworking people. Don’t joke with that unless the EC comes into play. They can visit you with the Israelis and vehemently deny. You did a good job in court. The court processes. Alhaji Bawumia. I digress. Please focus on true governance. Streamline politics. Call your corner to order when applicable. Please do not allow for any nonsensical behavior especially from the young. You have strived to be called a Statesman. I want to add Luminary. Nana, I know what you can do. Please do not allow for corruption. Unfortunately, a man named. Gentle K allowed for some members of his government to buy state properties at prices unimaginable. Do not allow same. Any member linked anyway somehow to you, involved in corruption should face the court in a fair and just trial. No vindictive politics. I am begging off you. No chaskele court ooo.

Education. Education. Education. You have already stated what you want to do. I will not visit it. Improve the educational system of the country. I am counting on you. You can do it. FREE EDUCATION!!!

Nana, please rewrite Ghana’s blueprint for development. Please set us on a fast track to development. The whole system must be revamped. For the betterment. I am counting on you. Please!!

Don’t fail us, sir. We are counting on you. If and if you fail, then it only goes to prove what some posited all along: that you are equally “sikadicious”. If you intend to fail too, then please note, you will equally have the blood of innocent citizens of Ghana on your hands.

Nana, no kpa kpa kpa!!

 

Please, do well to put to rest the abounding and sailing rumors concerning you and Ex-Prez K4 and the current suspended chairman and suspended  Gen-secretary.

Nana, I wish you well.

 

I am only a messenger.

I have come to deliver.

I am at a traditional wedding ceremony. There is a priest/minister present. After all the ups and downs and shenanigans, he calls for a church wedding to allow for Christ to be in the marriage. He says this one is purely a traditional wedding otherwise known as engagement. These days we invite God to be present in all we do. Even the thieves pray. How much more a traditional wedding? Ghanaian style? Do you get my drift? What am I driving at?

Are we saying our cultures are being thrown away? When our forefathers married and even so married more than one wife, there was peace in the home. There was respect. There was understanding. Life was sweet. There was no need for DIVORCE!

I speak not against God. He hath brought me far and is taking me farther. He has given me life. I will use it wisely.

I pray to ask if we are all the same people (debatable though). We have different cultures though some cannot lay claim to any. Our heritage! Our cultural values. If we decide to do away with our culture, then we are lost.

When was the last time you as a young man put on a cloth to a function that required such?

When was the last time you as a young lady put on a headscarf to a required function?

 

I don’t care what you think but then a traditional marriage where a priest is present and the blessings of God is invoked for the prosperity of the marriage is as good as the almighty ‘popipopi’ noise with all of its encumberances.

 

This topic is debatable.

Wo onane no (raise your leg) or Speak Out!!!

 

I am only a messenger

I have come to deliver.

She raised the bottle to her lips. Left hand on her left part of her waist, she nursed the bottle at her lips like a 5 day old infant. She let go with a sigh and stretched out her hand. Her husband took the bottle and with a vigorous shake of his head exclaimed “you have drunk it all. Why? It was half full. We are both thinking and you decide to drink it all?
She answered ” do you think more than I do? some of your friends tempt me with money. Each day I think about what to cook for you. I know you are hardworking and doing your best. It is our leaders who are not being fair to you but my dear I prefer your honesty to anything else. You remind me of my dad. Honesty is better than riches. Honey, (with tears streaming down her cheeks), I love you. Till death do us part”.
He tilted the bottle at a 93 degrees angle and swallowed it all with a gulp followed by a massive belch.
By the light of the candle, they looked at each other as the sweat glistened of their ebony bodies. They embraced each other and swore to be there for each other till….
The lights came on again.
The lights being on means a lot. Speak out!!

Finally. After five years, I was going to back to Ghana, the country of my birth. The last time I visited Ghana was during the demise of my father. The trials and tribulations of that period spurred in me an urge never to go back. People I had always thought had our back turned out to be opponents or better still enemies of progress waiting for my siblings and I to beg for crumbs from their table. To God alone is the glory.

From Bradley to Atlanta to New York and onwards to Ghana. The pilot was speeding. I am sure he overtook certain flights in the air. He did not stop midair to refuel. Nine hours and thirty-six minutes. I exited through the back door onto stairs that led onto the tarmac. I did not have any inspiration to even kiss the tarmac. Why should I? I boarded the shuttle that was to convey us to the arrival hall. I am used to the connecting chutes in American airports. The shuttle to me was dirty. Very dirty. When we stepped out to enter the arrival lounge, I saw the picture of a very handsome gentleman on the wall of one the buildings. Large picture. With the inscription “Welcome to Ghana” boldly inscribed underneath. An eyesore of a picture. The impression that hits anyone entering the country for the first time is shambolic. Massa, please do something about the airport especially the tarmac frontage.

Inside the airport. I will allow the G.A.C.L. to run away with the excuse that there are signs all over the place apologizing for the ongoing construction at the airport. They better hurry up. I will be on their case. I just want to ask this. The so called managers, directors and what-not’s when they do travel on courses and what-not’s do they not see or are they blind to development? Are they?

The frontage of the airport is beautiful. Almost as I left it five years ago. The difference is, Zamraman boys dealing in black market foreign exchange have joined the Goro boys. Food for the boys. Man must chop. The road network leading in and out of the place is good. Especially leaving the airport. It is the security I have a problem with. Not enough policemen around or airport security but enough Goro boys leaving room for visitors to the country to be trailed and looted easily.

Driving to my destination at 9.30am was crazy. From the Airport to Medina was a tough one for me. I stared at recklessness in the face. Recklessness is a hermaphrodite. I will thus refer to it as ‘It’. Damn. Absolute and careless abandon of the law. Nothing to write home about the drivers. I was frustrated out of my bones.

Three categories of drivers in Ghana; the Good; the Bad and the Ugly. The Good are those who abide by the driving code of ethics and observe the Law. They adhere to the rules governing road users. They always are on the receiving end of insults.

The Bad are simply put, bad drivers. They just drive anyhow. They drive like a 2 year old with a toy. They are the only ones playing. They are the main cause of avoidable scrapes and dents. Their impunity is above the law and reproach. They are bad.

The Ugly. Hmmmm. These comprise even security vehicles. They drive as though they own the road. You dare not complain else you will receive a few choice and juicy slaps. The category is those driving SUVs irrespective of the size. Once an SUV it is an SUV. It can climb even Mountain Afadjato. When they do dent your vehicle, you are at fault. They drive over terrain that has been earmarked or undergoing landscaping!

Enough of the drivers. I like the ‘development without planning’ that Ghana is going through. Where are the city planners? Where are the engineers? Where are the architects? Amazing grace! Ghana has tons of universities now. Everybody is getting affiliated to some university or something. Every church under the sun in Ghana is setting up or establishing a University. Even the churches in the classrooms (some under trees) are not to be left out of the competition. What are the universities producing? Half-baked graduates who write and speak English as though… enough. I digress.

The cities. What is the use of building stores without restrooms? The ones with restrooms attached are not neat, to put it mildly. I had to go to Novotel and Movenpick to effect bowel movements. Yet we boast of world-class architects. The roadsides are dirty. Why can’t efforts be put into sensitizing the populace about keeping the city clean? Have you tried implementing spot fines? I forgot. Corruption is a fabric and almost everyone has a piece in their closet.

To me the practice of the Christian religion is a sham. The number of adverts showing mallams with so-called capabilities tells of the patronage these people are receiving. If Ghana is truly a religious nation, would these be present? The number of churches, the construction of churches; not small buildings but I would say stadium size buildings minus the playing fields.

Sale of lands. To non-Ghanaians because those in charge are hungry. They have no means of livelihood. They are selling our very heritage won for us through the blood and toil of our fathers and forefathers.

Work. Attitude to work. Kpa kpa kpa. Still a movement. You need to be of the National Denizens ConNumTea to gain access to this movement.

Dum Dum Dum Sor! Productivity? Circus with the ringmaster MaYAMa. Drop that YAM in 2016!

The Media! Print and Broadcast. The least said the better. Stomach journalism. Judas journalism. Small man go chop. Payola.

Advise yourselves. Competency versus Incompetency! Lies that are facts. Truth that is being tried to be hidden but like the Sunlight will always out!

Remember. Wo onane no (raise your leg) or SPEAK OUT!

A year ago I wrote this piece. Does any bit of it have any relevance today?

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To all those ‘allegators’ making allegations, please stop it. The lady in question simply made a kpa kpa kpa movement to elaborate herself. The head of the kpa kpa kpa movement, himself has spoken and is still speaking on the issue. He made a stop over in Gh for a five day working visit. He is on the move to Austria and Babylon to check on his people. Austria again oooo. You remember ‘Wayome’? The Honorable Consular General? Self touted diplomat?

Now only 3% increase in gas prices. Hahaha. Increasing taxes in this ‘ecomini’. Tweaaa!! Why? So so lies to the good people. Useless rhetoric!! As for those ensconced in the Chinese restaurant chairs, may you crash to the floor one by one. VAT! Renounce your citizenship and become a kpakpamite. A kpakpamite is a citizen of Kpakpakpa. As a citizen, you are allowed to gargantuanly elaborate yourself.

November is December. Christmas has come early in Gh. Thievery is now legalised. To be corrupt is to be cool. In the name of the church too; sanctioned by so called ‘annoyed’ men of …. Enough.

 

Out of all, there are saints. They will sacrifice for the truth. They have a conscience.

Stand up Gh. Stand up Gh!!

 

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Wo onane no (raise your leg) or SPEAK OUT!

 

 

noun

1. the exchange of ideas: interchange, trade, trading, swapping, traffic, trafficking.

2. a broker on the exchange: stock exchange, money market; bourse.

3. an acrimonious exchange: conversation, dialogue, talk, discussion, chat; debate, argument, altercation, row; formal confabulation, colloquy.

 

INSULT

verb |inˈsəlt| [ with obj. ]

speak to or treat with disrespect or scornful abuse: you’re insulting the woman I love.

noun |ˈinˌsəlt|

1. a disrespectful or scornfully abusive remark or action: he hurled insults at us | he saw the book as a deliberate insult to the Church.

• a thing so worthless or contemptible as to be offensive: the present offer is an absolute insult.

2. Medicine an event or occurrence that causes damage to a tissue or organ: the movement of the bone causes a severe tissue insult.

PHRASES

add insult to injury; act in a way that makes a bad or displeasing situation worse.

DERIVATIVES

insulter noun

ORIGIN mid 16th cent. (as a verb in the sense ‘exult, act arrogantly’): from Latin insultare ‘jump or trample on,’ from in- ‘on’ + saltare, from salire ‘to leap.’ The noun (in the early 17th cent. denoting an attack) is from French insulte or ecclesiastical Latin insultus. The main current senses date from the 17th cent., the medical use dating from the early 20th cent.

The Americans have dropped quite a few. I can confidently refer to them because I live amongst them.

Ghanaians, I only read about. They have party communicators who are actually given paltry sums to phone in or talk at given functions to deride opponents. Their language is beautiful.

Their language is so beautiful that it could be equated to shopping at …

 

The Ga’s are known for their choice language. If it were meat, i would say the hefty and juicy steak it would be. Even to woo a lady, the language is rife with insults which are only a way to get across their emotion and love.

 

I believe it is with such emotion that MaYAMa descended on the main opposition party in the country. It took the word ‘Incompetent’ to draw the ire of the man. He is totally vexed. He Is spewing forth like a JUBILEE OIL Well.  For once the National Parrots Party had been overtaken in the talking race by no less a party than the National Denizens ConNumTea. Language fit for only party communicators. I am not surprised his own party people wrote a letter and fed it STEROIDS(to make it strong) and asked him not to usurp their role in the National Denizens ConNumTea. Fire!!! Ogya!! This my mouth sorry I meant my pen. Wait, I don’t write anything. I just type. I am a typist.

 

Back to issues at hand. Dumsor if it ends will encourage economic growth. The Trade minister talking at one of their so called functions. Was the speech read for him or was he present? I have written about same and posted here sometime back: {Investors and would be investors are crying. With the irregular power supply and crazy runaway cedis, investors are dancing musical chairs in order to succeed. They have become master jugglers}. Now they say the barges will dock on the 25th of November. If it does, Ghanaians in the USA will have another reason to enjoy Thanksgiving on the 26th.

Instead of being a good leader and listening to the people, you choose to behave like a child given a new toy at Easter. Toys are given at Christmas so receiving one at Easter is extremely unexpected. I know of this handsome but really naive gentleman who when handed the reins of leadership thought it was family heirloom only for him to give it up sooner than he could spell his name. Now he has lost respect in the community. He continously deludes himself he is loved. Hehehe.

 

The EC has been allocated a budget that will make it COMFORTABLE during the election stretch. Period. Keyword here is COMFORTABLE. Subtle message to the EC Bosslady. I refuse to say it but are the rail lines being laid? Are new pipe Lines being assembled?

 

For now I say Wo Onane No(Raise your leg) or SPEAK OUT!