Month: March 2021

So I have one sister. Biological. Then I have other sisters. By different mothers and different fathers. I love them to bits. I have daughters. The eldest actually adopted me. She chose me to be her father. Her biological father lives and is my very very good friend almost equal to a big brother.
Most of my male friends love their mothers in such manner it is beyond human comprehension. They love their fathers too.

I find it sad when men decide to engage in verbal altercations with women and allow it to degenerate into something else.
Tomorrow is promised none hence we must be careful of our actions. I have learnt that the mouth that eats pepper is also used in eating salt. Likewise, when the goat was busy littering the streets with its mess, little did it realise it was making its own buttocks/a… dirty.

I will always advocate for the woman. I don’t care who is in the wrong but for the fact that she is a woman, I will not insult or physically attack.

I am married. To a woman. My best supports are women. I just read something here on FB. The tears of a woman are the tears of her Creator. If you, a man can bear that pregnancy and still cater for the home, please you deserve applause. Until then, until the camel goes through the eye of a needle; until …..
Respect the woman!!

#SILENTNOISES.

When I was growing, I heard some pretty funny tales. I do not know if you heard them too but it seemed absurd to me.
The first of such was that on a given Sunday, on their way to church, the locals would turn around immediately upon seeing a white man. They viewed the white man as God’s stand in. How fascinating.

In Nigeria, they love and cherish their names. I especially admire those who are in the Diaspora and still use their Nigerian names. Some even go to the extent of making sure that their names are pronounced properly. My people on the other hand, take great pride in Christian names for our traditional names are too local. Almost everyone wants to carry a Westernized form of name without first championing our own.

The story continues. Do we love our own? It is sad that the country has two research centers. It also has a topnotch science and technology university. The country boasts of a teaching hospital. So what are we lacking? Why do we produce doctors and nurses for the so called developed nations to poach them? Every year a good number of doctors and nurses graduate only for them to seek further studies and water the green grass in these developed countries. We celebrate some of them and their accomplishments in the Diaspora on a daily basis. Why can we not celebrate them at home with same achievements? I am baffled, Beyond baffled.

Why can’t the very science and technology university, design and produce some if not all the equipment that we need in the health centers? What is the essence of the university then? Chew, pour and pass? Cycle continues? Write lengthy papers devoid of any practical substance?

Yet we have education ministers. They are vetted. There is a whole ministry dedicated to education.

Ghana will be 64 this year. Our own, in Ghana could not even work on a vaccine for this COVID-19, not to even think about production for Ghana, West Africa and Africa. Once again, we ran to them and made a huge noise about donation of 600, 000 vaccines.  Or did they? It was given to us by our former Colonial Masters. Are we really sure about indepence or it is a sham?

There should be a blueprint. There should be some sort of successive progressive blueprint devoid of political mischief and selfishness. The country is not for a particular political party or select group of people. Ghana is for us us all.

Let us prop up and encourage our own. Let us remove the bottlenecks that hinder progress. Let us make use of the talent to engineer products for our use across all sectors.
Let us start with sanitation and a dust free environment. Let us start with the content of our educational books and materials.
Let us reawaken our attitudinal thinking.

I love you all. Make some Silent Noises wherever you

Dear Tippa
How are you? The beauty of the day is shining on me and you but I have hear it is snow plenty where you are. Bring some for Ghana. The way Awoshie hot eee
So Tippa like that you are?

Ghana is hard oooo. They say Ghana will chop 65 but hmmmm the ground is hard. Nothing for pocket. Everything make someway bi for town. Now some sickness bi to come dem dey call am Colonial Vilus. E dey catch people rough rough. Medicine no dey but I hear say if you drink Akpeteshie you go make fine. E catch plenty big men and womens. E don’t like small poor people. Now they say make everybody wear nosemas. I no get money buy some so I use my wife bra. E big fine.

Tippa I say Ghana go chop 64 but Hmmmmm. People still dey learn for tree unders. Dem say free SHS but e no bi free. The fees I still pay for your nephew no be small.
After election, court ooo. Come see your man. GbeeeTsatsu. Come and see skills. But the EC people go take some Ayigbe lawyer e do your man pasaaaa. Today 7.0 tomorrow 9.0. Me I no sabe the matter well well but Opana too say dem steal am.

Charley when you go come down? Dem go collect plenty dollar sey Colona testing. Like me sef I go do for you.
We go see how dem go march this 6th March. We go see if somebody go still chop money. But Ghana grow but e no get anything. Aaargh.

Eheeer I beg send me something small for my pocket make I take chop the independence.

It is me your back born
Major

Let us make Silent Noises always!