TOP TEN MOST FASCINATING PEOPLE ON KNUST CAMPUS
TEN MOST FASCINATING PEOPLE ON CAMPUS.
The aged normally say, ‘though the polygamous father might not know the names of all his children, he knows the character of them all’. I seem to know all people who walk the length and breadth of my Kingdom of NUST. As I promise you, today I bring you the list of the top ten most fascinating people in no definite order. They are fascinating in their own ways.
1. NANA ATEMUDA - Until recently, I did not know I had such a nice and robust gentleman in my kingdom. I guess this name is a household name here. His name booms across the airwaves almost every minute. When you listen to him most times on radio, he is fond of doing one thing. Describing how horrible a girl he met looks. He does so well that you might think he is an artist. I started wondering how he looks like himself that makes him grade my daughters like that. So I sent my palace messengers to go and look for him. When I saw him, I liked what I saw. He is a dark, well built gentleman with a fine face. He has this atta mills-styled eyes and nice flesh folding on each other. That is the perfect gentleman. Hey, when he speaks, he does it with some extra-ordinary confidence. He has his own way of doing things and it has made him a force to reckon with in my kingdom here. KNUST without ATEMUDA is no going!
2. EKPOR ANYIMAH – ACKAH. This guy just blows my mind. I heard he is the head of one of my provinces with much notoriety. He speaks in tongues like he is the second in command to Angel Gabriel. When he is talking, you would hear what we call Locally Acquired Foreign Accent. He does it so well that you would think he was born in the Buckingham palace. What makes him fascinating is that he likes POSITIONS more than the Russians like vodka. Eiiish! Unless he doesn’t hear there is a vacant position. I heard he has even applied for the vacant PRO VC position on campus KNUST. Please if you have heard of any vacant position, kindly inform him. He might be interested. I hear he is also a wayside comedian. That’s nice of him. The jack of all positions. What happened to his quest to bring honour to KATANGA by becoming the NUGS president? I need someone to exorcise this son of mine from the spirit of positions.
3. S.K OPPONG – he was the immediate past SRC president or whatever. When you meet him for the first time, you see a fine, down to earth, smart thinking leader. However, when you go through his daily stories when he was in office, I am sure the very people who admitted him into this school regretted doing that. My big mouth will pronounce him the worst thing that ever happened to SRC presidency. At a point in time he was accusing evil spirits of taking students money which he placed under his carpet. He looks so innocent but more dangerous than the threats coming from Iran. He ended firing almost everyone in his administration and the interesting part was that, they still stayed in office. He never graduated from school as well. So what does it benefit a man when you mess up student affairs and money and you don’t get your degree? That is ASEM SEBE! I think he will make a good president one day.
4. CEO of CYBERTEK - I hope you know that printing house that has branches all over campus. That man loves money. He never closes. He works all day and all night. He gets a lot of money from that business. I love him for his hard work and the very good services he offer students. But come to think of it, where do all those monies go. He is just like General Mosquito. I guess you know what I am talking about. At least he should let his chale-wate rest small. Even if he owed more than the Ghanaian government he would have paid off his debts by now.
5. ERNESTO – CEO of THINK TWICE FOUNDATION- if you don’t know him, just take the pain of walking down to Katanga. His biography is implanted in the courtyard. This guy has stay in school far more than the four year stipulated period. He however was not able to break the record of SADDAM, the longest serving student of our time. He is an anti-birth preacher and calls himself, the president of Apakye Students Union (ASU). Don’t ask me what it is. When he was a student, he slept in his green car and did almost everything there. This same car turned into a private taxi during day time. He managed this life till he completed school. One thing that fascinated all of us he never held a book or entered a classroom. If you are looking for him, watch out for the dark man holding a Castle milk stout bottle and limping on one leg and saying all kinds of unprintable words.
6. AFIA ANIMWAA – I heard she is the treasurer of NUGS. She is the sexiest lady on campus. You just cannot resist it when you see her pass by. She is so jovial and friendly. One fascinating thing about her is that votes never seem to like her. She stood for SRC treasurer twice and seven other positions and lost them all. During those elections, I heard they brought all the best Photoshop experts on campus to work on a winning picture for her. Stillllllllllllllllllllllllll. Even with her current position, I heard she won by just one vote. Lucky her. I think she should rather be going for beauty pageants rather than political positions. With that she can win hands down. If you want to test her hotness level, try her.
7. SAMUEL SAGOE- it has come to me that he is the heard of the manufacturers and users of all the sleep inducing pillows we have on campus. I don’t want to believe that though. He is extremely handsome with some smile that dazes ladies. When he was initially disqualified from the vetting of an election which he thought he had won already, hell broke loose and all kinds of political demons descended on people allegedly responsible for that action. I don’t know if those political demons are gone back yet. If they are not, hmmmnnn! He eventually won the election and became the president. One fascinating thing about him is that he makes more promises than the vice president of Ghana does. As to if he really delivers on them is a homework for all my students in LOUD MOUTH TECHNOLOGY. But I know he does two things so well. He dresses so well and knows how to place the picture of his concubine nicely on his office table. They call him SOCIO SAGOE.
8. ERNESTINA AND SISTER EGG FRYING COMPANY – just walk to the Queens hall market and ask of Ernestina and her sister. If you are not careful you would think Queens keeps organizing their own type of a night of thousand laughs. These two ladies who are supposed to be frying eggs have almost every trick on this planet under their skirts. They have married every guy who purchases any of their eggs. If you are newly grabbed and you don’t take care, your girlfriend will leave you for cheating on her with an egg seller. They are so fascinating that you can’t just pass by them to another place to get fried eggs. Another fascinating thing about them is that one of the two is so small yet has a million stretch marks all over her body. Hmmmnnn! This loud mouth of mine will push me into trouble one day.
9. GYAN- please I am not referring to the footballer turned dancer and singer. I am talking about the alleged 20 million bribe rejecter. Eeissh! Do we still have honest people in the world like that? If any police man sees this gentleman, he will either curse him or shoot him down. Huge money like that paaaa, and you blow alarm. They call it CHUKING OF THE CENTURY. If this thing is really true, I think this guy should be made a life SRC vice president of this kingdom. Who in today’s corrupt world full of thieves and kleptomaniac will reject such an offer? He needs to be made a saint of the holy order of my kingdom. I will recommend him to the papacy as well.
10. Hhmmmn, this guy perhaps is the most fascinating of them all. He always has a funny look and walk like those robots in the famous cartoon, Dexter’s laboratory. His nose looks like that of Shaggy of Scooby Doo fame. He is the Afari Gyan of Katanga. When you meet him anywhere around Africa hall, he is called CHARLES, with emphasis on the last syllabus. When you meet him on the campus of Kumasi polytechnic, where he is a regular customer, he is called Mr. Henderson. In the house, he is called Atta. When he is in class, they call him PINOCCHIO. The man of many names. I heard that in his own hall, they call him PORNOCHIO. That’s dangerous. It’s not only his name that makes him interesting. He is on record to be tearing his boxer shorts apart every night. As to what makes him do that, I have no fair idea, but the name PORNOCHIO may perhaps give us a clue.
These are the people who make my kingdom so lively and interesting. If you don’t like them, don’t speak badly about them, because I love them so much. It is their different traits mingled with ours that makes the world an interesting place to. Watch out next time as I bring to you, the top ten hostel in Kumasi. Till I see you when I see you, blow time as never before.
NANA PROF. ANOKESE ANOPEASEM
PhD. KONKONSALOGY.
MSc. ROYAL DISSING.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
MY TIME WILL COME
MY TIME WILL COME.
It was a warm but solemn Saturday night. I was seated in the KNUST Law auditorium with a very elegant princess by my side. It was the stage performance of the BBC award-winning play, ‘IN THE CHEST OF A WOMAN’. The play in itself was another show of the beautiful but complex African heritage. However before the play itself, there was a soul inspiring musical performance by two gentlemen. These two gentlemen with appealing voices and thought provoking lyrics did a song titled “MY TIME WILL COME”. The song simply talks about the difficulties some guys face on campus in their quest to win the heart of a beautiful damsel, all because they do not have some of the luxurious luxuries of life like cars, flashy and sophisticated electronic gadgets and other stuffs. The song continues that those unfortunate gentlemen can only watch as their heart desires are thrown to the wind. However the determined ones will always declare that ‘my time will come’. His time will come when he will be a big man and be cruising in better cars and even yachts. His time will come when he can afford to spread ten ladies at the same time at McDonalds. His time will come that he can pay for a movie just for two people at Silverbird or even have a larger cinema in his own house.
In the old country tune “COWARD OF THE COUNTY”, Kenny Rogers reiterated that, there is someone for everyone. I used to believe in that a lot until I stepped foot on campus. I used to believe that once you were a good looking guy, it was very easy getting any lady at all into your fold. However different stories exist on campus. One of such stories is the ‘BEAUTY AND THE BEAST’ story. It is not just an ancient fable. It is happening. It surprises me when I see a very beautiful lady jilt her equally good looking boyfriend for a not so pleasant looking guy who has a nice car. Normally because of their cars you wouldn’t see the full length of their unpleasant figures and features. Worse of all, they normally hide behind sunglasses of huge sizes. That is our rendition of the beauty and the beast.
Is it the fault of anyone that these things are happening? Can someone tell me why ladies prefer guys with cars and other goodies of life? Is it love or sheer gold-digging? So when all those goodies are no more, what happens? Is it not also surprising that guys also behave the same way? If all guys want to go after just the beautiful girls, who should go after the not so elegant ones? If all guys are running from the very fat ladies, who should go and suffer the fate of carrying such load?
A lot of questions run through my mind when I think about love and relationship. Is love just about going to the movies and eating the not so palatable popcorns? Is it just about buying “panther” and shaking the bed and body like never before? Is it just about doing ‘anadwo ye de’?Is love about a one-sided comfort? Should love not transcend some physical boundaries? Is love not more expensive than a C-class Mercedes? As the song rolled in the auditorium, I just stole a quick glance at this epitome of beauty who was seated right beside me. The question that I asked myself was that should have a genuine feeling for this lady, would she reciprocate it, if I had no car or at least 1000 cedis in my bank account? It’s a question for another day.
Do we really look into the future when we are taking such lifetime decisions? One marriage that fascinates me so much is that of the Rawlingses. A young lady, a university graduate from the royal family of the Asante kingdom getting married to anO’level stop-over graduate, a common soldier and poor Ewe young man with no inheritance or promising future? Did Nana Konadu ever dream that she was actually getting married to a future president of Ghana? Did Michelle Obama know she was getting married to the most powerful man on earth when she agreed to Barack Obama’s love proposal?
Love is still a mystery that has not been unraveled but has been adulterated. It is now so difficult to figure out exactly what it really means. However, what we should not forget is that we live in a world which does not believe in fair play. The only rule that still works in this world is ‘SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST’. So next time someone snatches your sweetheart from your very hands with some mechanical advantage, just withdraw and re-draw your battle plans. Do you know what sucks in this world the most? It is to see the one you love, love someone else. It is like someone pushing a sharp two-edged dagger through your heart.
However the case may be, the world does not always give us what we want and it will forever remain unfair. I strongly believe though that if you fight so well and gallantly, you might win the heart of that beautiful princess or that charming prince who always melt your heart. Next time you are turned down because you cannot afford a luxurious gadget that will draw your dream girl or dream boy to you, just pause and say ‘MY TIME WILL COME’. That draws my mind to Doris Day’s “QUE SERA SERA, whatever will be, will be. The future is not ours to see. Let’s just wait patiently and see the future unfold before us. WHAT WILL BE WILL BE!!!
THIS PIECE IS DEDICATED TO EMMANUELLA NAA BESA NUNOO, a new friend whose company I am beginning to enjoy so much.
Courage Ahiati
courageislove@gmail.com
It was a warm but solemn Saturday night. I was seated in the KNUST Law auditorium with a very elegant princess by my side. It was the stage performance of the BBC award-winning play, ‘IN THE CHEST OF A WOMAN’. The play in itself was another show of the beautiful but complex African heritage. However before the play itself, there was a soul inspiring musical performance by two gentlemen. These two gentlemen with appealing voices and thought provoking lyrics did a song titled “MY TIME WILL COME”. The song simply talks about the difficulties some guys face on campus in their quest to win the heart of a beautiful damsel, all because they do not have some of the luxurious luxuries of life like cars, flashy and sophisticated electronic gadgets and other stuffs. The song continues that those unfortunate gentlemen can only watch as their heart desires are thrown to the wind. However the determined ones will always declare that ‘my time will come’. His time will come when he will be a big man and be cruising in better cars and even yachts. His time will come when he can afford to spread ten ladies at the same time at McDonalds. His time will come that he can pay for a movie just for two people at Silverbird or even have a larger cinema in his own house.
In the old country tune “COWARD OF THE COUNTY”, Kenny Rogers reiterated that, there is someone for everyone. I used to believe in that a lot until I stepped foot on campus. I used to believe that once you were a good looking guy, it was very easy getting any lady at all into your fold. However different stories exist on campus. One of such stories is the ‘BEAUTY AND THE BEAST’ story. It is not just an ancient fable. It is happening. It surprises me when I see a very beautiful lady jilt her equally good looking boyfriend for a not so pleasant looking guy who has a nice car. Normally because of their cars you wouldn’t see the full length of their unpleasant figures and features. Worse of all, they normally hide behind sunglasses of huge sizes. That is our rendition of the beauty and the beast.
Is it the fault of anyone that these things are happening? Can someone tell me why ladies prefer guys with cars and other goodies of life? Is it love or sheer gold-digging? So when all those goodies are no more, what happens? Is it not also surprising that guys also behave the same way? If all guys want to go after just the beautiful girls, who should go after the not so elegant ones? If all guys are running from the very fat ladies, who should go and suffer the fate of carrying such load?
A lot of questions run through my mind when I think about love and relationship. Is love just about going to the movies and eating the not so palatable popcorns? Is it just about buying “panther” and shaking the bed and body like never before? Is it just about doing ‘anadwo ye de’?Is love about a one-sided comfort? Should love not transcend some physical boundaries? Is love not more expensive than a C-class Mercedes? As the song rolled in the auditorium, I just stole a quick glance at this epitome of beauty who was seated right beside me. The question that I asked myself was that should have a genuine feeling for this lady, would she reciprocate it, if I had no car or at least 1000 cedis in my bank account? It’s a question for another day.
Do we really look into the future when we are taking such lifetime decisions? One marriage that fascinates me so much is that of the Rawlingses. A young lady, a university graduate from the royal family of the Asante kingdom getting married to anO’level stop-over graduate, a common soldier and poor Ewe young man with no inheritance or promising future? Did Nana Konadu ever dream that she was actually getting married to a future president of Ghana? Did Michelle Obama know she was getting married to the most powerful man on earth when she agreed to Barack Obama’s love proposal?
Love is still a mystery that has not been unraveled but has been adulterated. It is now so difficult to figure out exactly what it really means. However, what we should not forget is that we live in a world which does not believe in fair play. The only rule that still works in this world is ‘SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST’. So next time someone snatches your sweetheart from your very hands with some mechanical advantage, just withdraw and re-draw your battle plans. Do you know what sucks in this world the most? It is to see the one you love, love someone else. It is like someone pushing a sharp two-edged dagger through your heart.
However the case may be, the world does not always give us what we want and it will forever remain unfair. I strongly believe though that if you fight so well and gallantly, you might win the heart of that beautiful princess or that charming prince who always melt your heart. Next time you are turned down because you cannot afford a luxurious gadget that will draw your dream girl or dream boy to you, just pause and say ‘MY TIME WILL COME’. That draws my mind to Doris Day’s “QUE SERA SERA, whatever will be, will be. The future is not ours to see. Let’s just wait patiently and see the future unfold before us. WHAT WILL BE WILL BE!!!
THIS PIECE IS DEDICATED TO EMMANUELLA NAA BESA NUNOO, a new friend whose company I am beginning to enjoy so much.
Courage Ahiati
courageislove@gmail.com
LOVE RELOADED PART TWO
LOVE RELOADED – PART TWO. THE PROPOSAL.
Kwasi Brookman read through his latest love story and a fine line of joy drew on his face. He screams, ‘this is a hit’. He types the script and prints it out. He reads over again, and it looked like finally, he was getting closer to his source of internal peace and real satisfaction. Off went the beep tone of his phone, signalling he has a new text message. He picks his phone, opens his inbox and a smile cut across his face. It was from that young lady, who has become the newest sensation in his life. Miriam Ashorkor is her name. Whatever the content of that message was, it might be some good news of a sort.
How come he is always thinking about this daughter of grandmother Eve day in, day out? Her beauty has hypnotised him. Her voice is as soothing as the sound of river Jordan. The dark and long typical African hair that descended down her back looked like placing the Eiffel tower of Paris in the middle of New York City. Her lips were as inviting as strawberry and as nice and full as the best description that can ever be given. Her face spat more elegance than California’s Golden Bridge. Her fair, slim and tender body were like the glorious days of the Biblical lily flower. Miriam was beauty epitomised.
Why will he be thinking about her so much? What was about her that has made him so speechless? Why is he always talking about her nowadays? Is she the one to come? Or he should keep waiting for the right time and the right person. Won’t it be too late? Is he not gradually pushing his heart unto the chopping board of another love butcher? What happened to his new found love for writing love stories? What was happening to him? Is it lust? Oh no! Has he not seen ladies like that before? Is it the mere instinct to just be friends with her or it was his life-long weakness that was reactivating itself? It was then that it dawned on him that he was in love with Miriam. ‘Oh Holy Jesus!’ he shouted. ‘Why me again and why this time?’
Kwasi Brookman is in love again. This time it is not a fat lady, which has become his trademark, but a slim lady. What should he do? Should he wait for all the signals? Should he go ahead and propose to her? Will she accept his heart and pamper it for him? Is she single? What if she says no? Won’t it affect his project work? Kwasi is burning up. His heart is on fire and who will quench this fire for him. A fire that is threatening to consume his very existence on earth. Is Miriam the right person for him? Will she not be a good companion?
He quickly remembered the title of one love story that he wrote when that girl with the half way dimple broke his heart, ‘FAINT HEART NEVER WINS FAIR LADY’. Added to that, he is a Katangee and his motto tells him not to rest until he achieves what he desires. He resolved to take the bull by the horn and the heart. He decided to pour waters from his pot of love unto the feet of Miriam. As to if she will bend down and take a sip or will chuckle and muddy the water, he had no fair idea. He picked his phone and started to dial her number. He realised his hands were shaking. He called and asks if she could come over. As typical of the magic that is tied to this damsel, she said she was on her way.
His mind started racing. How was he going to start? What will he even say? Should he say God revealed it to him that they should be bonded in holy matrimony? What if she gets angry and storms out of the room. What if she says she is not interested? Will he be able to look at her again? What if she says yes? What will he do after that? Hug her and give her the most passionate kiss ever? Should he kneel in front of her or he should relax on his bed?
As he waited for one of the most important hours of his current life, he whiled the time away by writing another love story. As he was about to conclude the story, he heard a gentle knock on his door. His heart missed ten beats at once. He straightened up and opens the door. The figure at the gate blurred his vision. Her beauty was too bright. The hug that followed worsened his case. She just fitted perfectly into his missing rib gap. She sat down majestically beside him and smiled at him. That smile dazed Kwasi.
Kwasi mustered courage and poured out his heart out to her. He did it amidst double beating of his heart, sweats and stammers. Finally he managed to at least make his desires known to her. After those few minutes that looked like eternity, he wiped his sweats and waited for a response from her. His heart stopped beating and was now pounding at triple speed. She cleared her throat with a face that showed no expression as she prepares to give a response to Kwasi. As she does that, Kwasi quickly puts down the last sentence of his love story, ‘THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN IS NOT A GIFT TO MAN, BUT ONLY A BRIBE.
Dedicated to whom to may concern. Watch out for PART III
By: Courage Ahiati
Courageislove@gmail.com
Kwasi Brookman read through his latest love story and a fine line of joy drew on his face. He screams, ‘this is a hit’. He types the script and prints it out. He reads over again, and it looked like finally, he was getting closer to his source of internal peace and real satisfaction. Off went the beep tone of his phone, signalling he has a new text message. He picks his phone, opens his inbox and a smile cut across his face. It was from that young lady, who has become the newest sensation in his life. Miriam Ashorkor is her name. Whatever the content of that message was, it might be some good news of a sort.
How come he is always thinking about this daughter of grandmother Eve day in, day out? Her beauty has hypnotised him. Her voice is as soothing as the sound of river Jordan. The dark and long typical African hair that descended down her back looked like placing the Eiffel tower of Paris in the middle of New York City. Her lips were as inviting as strawberry and as nice and full as the best description that can ever be given. Her face spat more elegance than California’s Golden Bridge. Her fair, slim and tender body were like the glorious days of the Biblical lily flower. Miriam was beauty epitomised.
Why will he be thinking about her so much? What was about her that has made him so speechless? Why is he always talking about her nowadays? Is she the one to come? Or he should keep waiting for the right time and the right person. Won’t it be too late? Is he not gradually pushing his heart unto the chopping board of another love butcher? What happened to his new found love for writing love stories? What was happening to him? Is it lust? Oh no! Has he not seen ladies like that before? Is it the mere instinct to just be friends with her or it was his life-long weakness that was reactivating itself? It was then that it dawned on him that he was in love with Miriam. ‘Oh Holy Jesus!’ he shouted. ‘Why me again and why this time?’
Kwasi Brookman is in love again. This time it is not a fat lady, which has become his trademark, but a slim lady. What should he do? Should he wait for all the signals? Should he go ahead and propose to her? Will she accept his heart and pamper it for him? Is she single? What if she says no? Won’t it affect his project work? Kwasi is burning up. His heart is on fire and who will quench this fire for him. A fire that is threatening to consume his very existence on earth. Is Miriam the right person for him? Will she not be a good companion?
He quickly remembered the title of one love story that he wrote when that girl with the half way dimple broke his heart, ‘FAINT HEART NEVER WINS FAIR LADY’. Added to that, he is a Katangee and his motto tells him not to rest until he achieves what he desires. He resolved to take the bull by the horn and the heart. He decided to pour waters from his pot of love unto the feet of Miriam. As to if she will bend down and take a sip or will chuckle and muddy the water, he had no fair idea. He picked his phone and started to dial her number. He realised his hands were shaking. He called and asks if she could come over. As typical of the magic that is tied to this damsel, she said she was on her way.
His mind started racing. How was he going to start? What will he even say? Should he say God revealed it to him that they should be bonded in holy matrimony? What if she gets angry and storms out of the room. What if she says she is not interested? Will he be able to look at her again? What if she says yes? What will he do after that? Hug her and give her the most passionate kiss ever? Should he kneel in front of her or he should relax on his bed?
As he waited for one of the most important hours of his current life, he whiled the time away by writing another love story. As he was about to conclude the story, he heard a gentle knock on his door. His heart missed ten beats at once. He straightened up and opens the door. The figure at the gate blurred his vision. Her beauty was too bright. The hug that followed worsened his case. She just fitted perfectly into his missing rib gap. She sat down majestically beside him and smiled at him. That smile dazed Kwasi.
Kwasi mustered courage and poured out his heart out to her. He did it amidst double beating of his heart, sweats and stammers. Finally he managed to at least make his desires known to her. After those few minutes that looked like eternity, he wiped his sweats and waited for a response from her. His heart stopped beating and was now pounding at triple speed. She cleared her throat with a face that showed no expression as she prepares to give a response to Kwasi. As she does that, Kwasi quickly puts down the last sentence of his love story, ‘THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN IS NOT A GIFT TO MAN, BUT ONLY A BRIBE.
Dedicated to whom to may concern. Watch out for PART III
By: Courage Ahiati
Courageislove@gmail.com
LOVE RELOADED PART ONE
LOVE RELOADED; THE WOES OF A SUITOR.
Kwasi Brookman is his name. He is extremely handsome and has got the Midas touch. He has numerous female friends and is seen as a darling boy of ladies both on campus and outside. Unfortunately, he has not been able to win the heart of any of them. They are all his babies but he cannot make any of them his angel. Try as much as he had, none of them seemed to be prepared to give her heart to him. Yet still they all love him and always want to be around him.
The clock is ticking louder and much faster for Kwasi. He is in his final year and would be leaving the walls of the university very soon. Are all his toils going down the drains? He has carried chairs and buckets of water for three years for different kinds of ladies. He has made time for each of his female friends. He had provided a shoulder for them to cry on when they need arose. He had gone to the movies together with them and helped them with their assignments for three years. He has done almost what a perfect gentleman will do for a lady he loves. He has spent time making all these ladies happy to the extent of even them cracking their ribs.
Today, as Kwasi sits in the discomfort of his room, numerous unanswerable questions flood his mind. Where did he go wrong? Don’t ladies love good guys? Are they scared because of his numerous female friends? Is it his destiny that is playing pranks on him or it is life that is lashing him unduly? Will he ever get answers to these questions? Would someone pop out of the blue and sweep him off his feet? Will someone excite his heart and give him the opportunity to make her, his angel?
Annoyingly enough, all his female friends have got boyfriends. Anytime their boyfriends are around them, Kwasi is not relevant. They forget totally about him. When they coincidentally meet him on the way, they only wave him with their fragile left hands and with wicked smiles. When he calls their phones, their boyfriends pick it up and scare the hell out of him. The moment their boyfriends pull away for a minute, they put undue pressure on Kwasi to play that role of a perfect lover and fill the gap for the real owners. He has therefore become a stop-gap lover. If he fails to do that, hell will break loose on him. Surprisingly enough, a weakness in Kwasi makes it difficult for him to turn his back towards them. He seems to have an unflinching love for his female friends. Is it that Kwasi doesn’t know what he wants in life or destiny demands that Kwasi stays single.
All the sausages he had bought, the call cards he had purchased, the “anadwo ye ders” he had done. He recalls the night walks with some of them along the serene and lonely streets of campus. He remembers vividly how Akosua used to play with the hair on his chest. He reminisces those times he will share Nourisher fruit drink and ‘kelewele’ with Oforiwaa. Or is it because he is so much linked to Katanga? Is it the fear that he has a spiritual inclination towards a hall that has so many mysteries surrounding it that scares the ladies away? Is he not so hardworking and so friendly at church?
Kwasi is so heartbroken. He looks at his Facebook friendship list and it is full of ladies. A look at their various pages, and they all are in relationships. Gosh! He must not allow this to continue. He must stop this continues shredding apart of his heart. He must find a permanent solution to this problem. It is this that leads him to what he loves most. Something that will not break his heart. Something that gives him inner satisfaction and boost his ego. He decides to keep more to himself and write about utopia love stories. Writing brings much joy to his heart, joy that cannot be injured. The beauty of life comes smiling back as his ink transfers unto the sheets of paper. If he cannot live the love life that he dreams of, at least he can write about it.
Just as he had almost forgotten all about those girls who have brought more pain to his heart than joy, this angel of a human being appears on the scene. Her beauty has hypnotized him and her very presence has charmed him. Is this going to happen to him again? Is she real? Will she stay? Is she the one to come or he should wait for the Messiah? Is she single or she is engaged just like the others? Is she also a heart breaker or she has come to join the pieces of his heart together and give them a magic healing.
As he thinks about her, he hurriedly puts down the last sentence of his latest love story, ‘THE MOST PAINFUL THING IN LIFE IS TO SEE THE ONE YOU LOVE, LOVING SOMEONE ELSE’
NB: Dedicated to all who find a part of them in this story.
By: Courage Ahiati
courageislove@gmail.com
Kwasi Brookman is his name. He is extremely handsome and has got the Midas touch. He has numerous female friends and is seen as a darling boy of ladies both on campus and outside. Unfortunately, he has not been able to win the heart of any of them. They are all his babies but he cannot make any of them his angel. Try as much as he had, none of them seemed to be prepared to give her heart to him. Yet still they all love him and always want to be around him.
The clock is ticking louder and much faster for Kwasi. He is in his final year and would be leaving the walls of the university very soon. Are all his toils going down the drains? He has carried chairs and buckets of water for three years for different kinds of ladies. He has made time for each of his female friends. He had provided a shoulder for them to cry on when they need arose. He had gone to the movies together with them and helped them with their assignments for three years. He has done almost what a perfect gentleman will do for a lady he loves. He has spent time making all these ladies happy to the extent of even them cracking their ribs.
Today, as Kwasi sits in the discomfort of his room, numerous unanswerable questions flood his mind. Where did he go wrong? Don’t ladies love good guys? Are they scared because of his numerous female friends? Is it his destiny that is playing pranks on him or it is life that is lashing him unduly? Will he ever get answers to these questions? Would someone pop out of the blue and sweep him off his feet? Will someone excite his heart and give him the opportunity to make her, his angel?
Annoyingly enough, all his female friends have got boyfriends. Anytime their boyfriends are around them, Kwasi is not relevant. They forget totally about him. When they coincidentally meet him on the way, they only wave him with their fragile left hands and with wicked smiles. When he calls their phones, their boyfriends pick it up and scare the hell out of him. The moment their boyfriends pull away for a minute, they put undue pressure on Kwasi to play that role of a perfect lover and fill the gap for the real owners. He has therefore become a stop-gap lover. If he fails to do that, hell will break loose on him. Surprisingly enough, a weakness in Kwasi makes it difficult for him to turn his back towards them. He seems to have an unflinching love for his female friends. Is it that Kwasi doesn’t know what he wants in life or destiny demands that Kwasi stays single.
All the sausages he had bought, the call cards he had purchased, the “anadwo ye ders” he had done. He recalls the night walks with some of them along the serene and lonely streets of campus. He remembers vividly how Akosua used to play with the hair on his chest. He reminisces those times he will share Nourisher fruit drink and ‘kelewele’ with Oforiwaa. Or is it because he is so much linked to Katanga? Is it the fear that he has a spiritual inclination towards a hall that has so many mysteries surrounding it that scares the ladies away? Is he not so hardworking and so friendly at church?
Kwasi is so heartbroken. He looks at his Facebook friendship list and it is full of ladies. A look at their various pages, and they all are in relationships. Gosh! He must not allow this to continue. He must stop this continues shredding apart of his heart. He must find a permanent solution to this problem. It is this that leads him to what he loves most. Something that will not break his heart. Something that gives him inner satisfaction and boost his ego. He decides to keep more to himself and write about utopia love stories. Writing brings much joy to his heart, joy that cannot be injured. The beauty of life comes smiling back as his ink transfers unto the sheets of paper. If he cannot live the love life that he dreams of, at least he can write about it.
Just as he had almost forgotten all about those girls who have brought more pain to his heart than joy, this angel of a human being appears on the scene. Her beauty has hypnotized him and her very presence has charmed him. Is this going to happen to him again? Is she real? Will she stay? Is she the one to come or he should wait for the Messiah? Is she single or she is engaged just like the others? Is she also a heart breaker or she has come to join the pieces of his heart together and give them a magic healing.
As he thinks about her, he hurriedly puts down the last sentence of his latest love story, ‘THE MOST PAINFUL THING IN LIFE IS TO SEE THE ONE YOU LOVE, LOVING SOMEONE ELSE’
NB: Dedicated to all who find a part of them in this story.
By: Courage Ahiati
courageislove@gmail.com
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
THE PHENOMENON OF OUR MALE HALLS
THE PHENOMENON OF OUR MALE HALLS.
The university is undoubtedly every Ghanaian student’s dream destination. Over the years, a lot of private universities have sprung up to augment the effort of the few public ones across the country. One phenomenal characteristic of the public universities is the presence of all-male and all-female residential halls on their campuses. There are quite a number of mixed-sex halls but their significance or prominence compared to the single sex halls is quite negligible. Whilst famous female halls like VOLTA HALL and AFRICA HALL seek to support the fight for women empowerment, their male counterparts who prefer to be referred to as SUPERPOWERS seek to defend and protect the rights and interests of students. These male halls seem to have created territories for themselves where they rule supreme. UNIVERSITY HALL, popularly known as KATANGA has KNUST as their territory and they reign supreme. COMMONWEALTH HALL holds the reins in whole University of Ghana, whilst CASELY HAYFORD HALL (CASFORD) dictates the rules on UCC campus.
These three halls especially (VANDALS, KATANGA, and CASFORD) are always in the news. Unfortunately, they are hardly in the news for the good reasons. They have gone through almost all punitive measures that can be found under the strict laws of any tertiary institution but they seem to die hard. The question is why would the university authorities maintain these male halls if all they do is cause mayhem, vandalise properties, harass people and tarnish the hard won reputations of our public institutions as we are been forced to believe?
A careful and objective look into the activities of these male halls will let one know that they play very vital roles in the lives of students and the universities as a whole. It has become very evident over the years that our Students Representative Councils, the National Union of Ghana Students and its local peripherals and others of that caste have become avenues for grooming entrepreneurs, corrupt leaders and political sycophants of the highest order. The interests of students have been traded cheaply than a sachet of salt on a cheap tray. The only beam of hope for students nationwide over the years has been these SUPERPOWERS, as they choose to call themselves. Honestly, they have been able to hold the forts despite all the intimidations, victimization and all other kinds of power plays from the authorities that be.
Typical examples are the fight against the infamous residential policy in Legon, spearheaded by Commonwealth; the activities of Katanga leading to the establishment of a students clinic (the first of its kind) and the increase in the number of taxis on campus from 27 to almost 100 and a whole lot of other changes that the presence and long standing traditions of these halls have brought to bear on the university communities. To sum it up, they have upheld students’ activism. They have equally produced a lot of human resources for this country. If for nothing at all, we should appreciate KATANGA for giving us an IGP and VANDAL CITY for giving us a VICE PRESIDENT.
Despite the un-captured and unappreciated good deeds of the superpowers, their existence seems to face an all time risk in the wake of the COMMONWEALTH vrs LEGON saga. Should the authorities succeed, it will mean the collapse of a strong students’ front in our premier university. Prophetically speaking, should it be successful, the other universities will follow suit with supersonic speed and thread-sized excuses and reasons. Should such unfortunate action take place, it would not surprise me that exploitation and gross abuse of student rights and interest would become the order of the day. I pray that such a day never comes.
This is the more reason why students nationwide must come together to lend a hand of support to our brothers in their quest to make sure the truth stands. Despite all their excesses which I admit are unnecessary at times, their demise means the demise of a formidable students’ front. In these times when our SRCs have become political puppets and money-making ventures, we can not afford to see our only saviours crucified for very flimsy reasons. In as much as one would not condone indiscipline on our university campuses, we must not tolerate the incessant exploitation and frequent abuse of students’ rights.
However my advice to the superpowers is that they should be dynamic and change with time. It is very important that though we have long standing traditions, we polish them to suit accepted standards. It would be very prudent if we use more intellectual approaches when fighting for our rights. The most powerful people in this world are those who are able to operate within the confines of the law without breaking it. When wit and vision are used in the management of these halls which are very volatile, authorities will come to fear and respect students and will not have excuses to use against these halls and students in general. There are very obsolete practices of these halls that are not relevant in today’s world. Until we are ready to do away with some of these not so pleasant practices, we risk being extinguished from the surface of our tertiary institutions.
The case of COMMONWEALTH HALL should also be a well of lessons for all other student bodies that no one is above the law. Indiscipline should not be tolerated in any form. The perpetrators of that alleged disgraceful act should be smoked out and punished. To add to that, it is time we say goodbye to violent rivalries between student bodies. The grey hairs always say a house divided against itself can never stand. It is time we propagate intellectual rivalry and put a stop to nonsensical issues that will draw us to the stone-throwing battlefields. It does not augur well for education in tranquility.
All these happenings should be a wake up call to NUGS and our various SRCs to be up and doing. Students are tired of the boot lickers, the political puppets, the tribal parasites and the intellectual thieves who have invaded our leadership offices and never dream of the interests and grievances of those who put them there. VANDALS, as your motto says, arise and let TRUTH stand on your campus. CASFORDIANS, with truth and courage, defend the cause of students without getting weary or detracted. FELLOW KATANGEES, REST NOT in your quest to see the utopia you always dream of, where students’ right will be respected and not exploited. However, in the process of doing this, do not lose sight of the timeless Biblical counsel; be as gentle as the dove but as wise as the serpent.
NB: This article was originally published in the 22nd July edition of the Daily Graphic.
COURAGE AHIATI.
Courage354@yahoo.co.uk
Couragesdiary.blogspot.com
The writer is a former GENERAL SECRETARY of the JUNIOR COMMON ROOM of UNIVERSITY HALL (KATANGA) and a Political Science student of KNUST.
The university is undoubtedly every Ghanaian student’s dream destination. Over the years, a lot of private universities have sprung up to augment the effort of the few public ones across the country. One phenomenal characteristic of the public universities is the presence of all-male and all-female residential halls on their campuses. There are quite a number of mixed-sex halls but their significance or prominence compared to the single sex halls is quite negligible. Whilst famous female halls like VOLTA HALL and AFRICA HALL seek to support the fight for women empowerment, their male counterparts who prefer to be referred to as SUPERPOWERS seek to defend and protect the rights and interests of students. These male halls seem to have created territories for themselves where they rule supreme. UNIVERSITY HALL, popularly known as KATANGA has KNUST as their territory and they reign supreme. COMMONWEALTH HALL holds the reins in whole University of Ghana, whilst CASELY HAYFORD HALL (CASFORD) dictates the rules on UCC campus.
These three halls especially (VANDALS, KATANGA, and CASFORD) are always in the news. Unfortunately, they are hardly in the news for the good reasons. They have gone through almost all punitive measures that can be found under the strict laws of any tertiary institution but they seem to die hard. The question is why would the university authorities maintain these male halls if all they do is cause mayhem, vandalise properties, harass people and tarnish the hard won reputations of our public institutions as we are been forced to believe?
A careful and objective look into the activities of these male halls will let one know that they play very vital roles in the lives of students and the universities as a whole. It has become very evident over the years that our Students Representative Councils, the National Union of Ghana Students and its local peripherals and others of that caste have become avenues for grooming entrepreneurs, corrupt leaders and political sycophants of the highest order. The interests of students have been traded cheaply than a sachet of salt on a cheap tray. The only beam of hope for students nationwide over the years has been these SUPERPOWERS, as they choose to call themselves. Honestly, they have been able to hold the forts despite all the intimidations, victimization and all other kinds of power plays from the authorities that be.
Typical examples are the fight against the infamous residential policy in Legon, spearheaded by Commonwealth; the activities of Katanga leading to the establishment of a students clinic (the first of its kind) and the increase in the number of taxis on campus from 27 to almost 100 and a whole lot of other changes that the presence and long standing traditions of these halls have brought to bear on the university communities. To sum it up, they have upheld students’ activism. They have equally produced a lot of human resources for this country. If for nothing at all, we should appreciate KATANGA for giving us an IGP and VANDAL CITY for giving us a VICE PRESIDENT.
Despite the un-captured and unappreciated good deeds of the superpowers, their existence seems to face an all time risk in the wake of the COMMONWEALTH vrs LEGON saga. Should the authorities succeed, it will mean the collapse of a strong students’ front in our premier university. Prophetically speaking, should it be successful, the other universities will follow suit with supersonic speed and thread-sized excuses and reasons. Should such unfortunate action take place, it would not surprise me that exploitation and gross abuse of student rights and interest would become the order of the day. I pray that such a day never comes.
This is the more reason why students nationwide must come together to lend a hand of support to our brothers in their quest to make sure the truth stands. Despite all their excesses which I admit are unnecessary at times, their demise means the demise of a formidable students’ front. In these times when our SRCs have become political puppets and money-making ventures, we can not afford to see our only saviours crucified for very flimsy reasons. In as much as one would not condone indiscipline on our university campuses, we must not tolerate the incessant exploitation and frequent abuse of students’ rights.
However my advice to the superpowers is that they should be dynamic and change with time. It is very important that though we have long standing traditions, we polish them to suit accepted standards. It would be very prudent if we use more intellectual approaches when fighting for our rights. The most powerful people in this world are those who are able to operate within the confines of the law without breaking it. When wit and vision are used in the management of these halls which are very volatile, authorities will come to fear and respect students and will not have excuses to use against these halls and students in general. There are very obsolete practices of these halls that are not relevant in today’s world. Until we are ready to do away with some of these not so pleasant practices, we risk being extinguished from the surface of our tertiary institutions.
The case of COMMONWEALTH HALL should also be a well of lessons for all other student bodies that no one is above the law. Indiscipline should not be tolerated in any form. The perpetrators of that alleged disgraceful act should be smoked out and punished. To add to that, it is time we say goodbye to violent rivalries between student bodies. The grey hairs always say a house divided against itself can never stand. It is time we propagate intellectual rivalry and put a stop to nonsensical issues that will draw us to the stone-throwing battlefields. It does not augur well for education in tranquility.
All these happenings should be a wake up call to NUGS and our various SRCs to be up and doing. Students are tired of the boot lickers, the political puppets, the tribal parasites and the intellectual thieves who have invaded our leadership offices and never dream of the interests and grievances of those who put them there. VANDALS, as your motto says, arise and let TRUTH stand on your campus. CASFORDIANS, with truth and courage, defend the cause of students without getting weary or detracted. FELLOW KATANGEES, REST NOT in your quest to see the utopia you always dream of, where students’ right will be respected and not exploited. However, in the process of doing this, do not lose sight of the timeless Biblical counsel; be as gentle as the dove but as wise as the serpent.
NB: This article was originally published in the 22nd July edition of the Daily Graphic.
COURAGE AHIATI.
Courage354@yahoo.co.uk
Couragesdiary.blogspot.com
The writer is a former GENERAL SECRETARY of the JUNIOR COMMON ROOM of UNIVERSITY HALL (KATANGA) and a Political Science student of KNUST.
WAS METHUSELAH EVER WISER THAN SOLOMON?
WAS METHUSELAH EVER WISER THAN SOLOMON?
.... The “wait for your turn hymn”
Ghana is a country with very wonderful stories and captivating events. There is this unsubstantiated general perception that we are the second nation loved and blessed by God aside the state of Israel. As funny as it sounds, a lot of people have strong belief in that. It gets deeper in football seasons especially, when we manage a win through a last minute penalty. That is Ghana for you.
One recurring question I keep asking myself is, do we even pick some few lessons from the great Biblical stories of the nation that we compare ourselves to? Two people in the Bible who normally draw attention on the streets of Ghana are Methuselah and King Solomon. Methuselah is the oldest man to walk the surface of this earth. He lived on earth for almost one millennium (969 years). Surprisingly enough, a glance through the Holy book paints only a faint picture of him. His name was only mentioned in the genealogy from Adam to Noah. Not even a single story was written on any aspect of his life. The only honours he had was the mention of his name and his record-breaking age.
The other personality in perspective, King Solomon did not live up to even a quarter of the years of grandpapa Methuselah. However, Solomon had a number of Biblical chapters talking about him. His unprecedented wisdom, wealth, service to God, good governance and on a low key, love for women were written boldly in the Bible. The 969 years of Methuselah attracted only three sentences to his credit. The rather short stint of Solomon however was credited with several chapters of the Bible. Does this short analysis paint any picture in our minds?
There is this very worrying trend in this country and others where it is strongly believed that until someone spots grey hairs, he cannot and will not be capable of handling certain positions and making certain decisions. This anti-youth syndrome seems never to go away despite the popular saying that ‘the age of Methuselah has got nothing to do with the wisdom of Solomon’. One infamous saying today especially in our political circles is ‘wait for your turn’. As a young adult who believes in youth power, this entrenched stand of our older generation is quiet worrying and the earlier they come to the realisation that the world is changing with supersonic speed, the better it would be for us all.
A very evident generational gap which results from the struggle for power must be addressed as soon as applicable. I would however want to make a point for the younger generation. As biased as my views might be in favour of my generation, any one with objectivity would to a larger extent agree with my inclination.
Despite the conviction that the youth are predominantly reckless and exuberant, and are very naive to handle very vital roles in our society, the youth have proved otherwise. We still give the older generation the benefit to still occupy those positions. The multi-billion cedi question I ask is, have the older generation proved their worth?
Was the African leader of the millennium, Dr. Kwame Nkrumah not a youth when he took the whole world by storm? Are his dreams for a better Africa which was thought to be ambitious and full of youthfulness not the guiding principles of the European Union today? A jump outside the continent will land us perhaps on the famous Bernabue stadium of Real Madrid. Have you wandered where the new excitement in that football club is stemming from? It is just because a young gentleman decided to pitch his youthful exuberance against the likes of Sir Alex Ferguson and Arsene Wenger. Surprisingly enough he has succeeded and has therefore overshadowed the likes of them.
Another youth worth mentioning, is one man whose magic the whole world cannot resist. The mention of his name or just a slight presence of his face puts the world into a kind of excitement. Was Madiba, as he is popularly called in his hometown, not a young man when he spearheaded the fight against apartheid? Did his youthfulness or tender age prevent him from achieving that ambitious objective? The football legend, George Oppong Weah despite his lack of grey hairs then, was able to unite in his own way a country that has been through one of the worst human atrocities ever. He never won the presidency but he did more than many older people to bring back the people of Liberia together. He was a young man then. Have young people not proven themselves in the past with all these examples?
Currently the world is running at a supersonic speed and it seems our older folks cannot keep up with the race. That is why it is prudent to hand over the baton to the more energetic ones who can keep up with the speed of the world. Most developed nations have received this message already and are putting it into effect.
United States, the most powerful nation on earth with very complex governance system and an integral part of this world have placed their destinies into the hands of a young man who is not even up to fifty years yet. As if that is not enough, perhaps the most conservative country on earth, Britain, just elected an extremely young man to be their Prime Minister. Russia, another force to reckon with in world politics also has a young man for a president, totally deviating from the eras of Boris Yelstin and his contemporaries. Do these trends not ring a bell?
Barclays Bank Ghana has as its Managing Director, a young man who is determined to succeed. If a British originated bank can give a young Ghanaian that opportunity to prove the worth of the Ghanaian youth, which I think he has done, what in God’s kingdom are our own indigenous companies and agencies waiting for? During the 2008 elections, one would realise that the old guards of the political parties had little to do when the rather energetic and ambitious youths took over. Is it not evident even in our present government that the young ministers are performing marvellously well, whilst little is seen of the so-called old political gurus? Does the bell ring louder now?
It is time we give the Ghanaian youth the chance to prove his worth. There is a general attitude in our society, especially our workplaces which is very abhorring. This attitude normally puts its head up when university students are on internship or newly employed. They tend to face all kinds of hostile behaviours from older folks just because of the fear that, these guys might take over their positions. Another trend is how most of our public and civil servant alter their dates of births just to stay longer in their various workplaces, thereby blocking the chances of various graduates coming with fresh and updated ideas. How is it therefore not surprising that in this age of technological advancement, typewriters are still used in our big offices and our law courts?
It is not to say that our older folks have out-spent their usefulness. They form an integral part of the developmental agenda of Ghana. However if we are able to blend the experience of our fathers with the energy and updated knowledge of our sons, we will get a formidable force to propel this wonderful nation forward. In as much as I have touted a number of youthful leaders who made positive impacts, I am not oblivious of the likes of Adolf Hitler, Charles Taylor and the like who plunged the world into untold stories with unguided youthful exuberance. That is why we will need the older generation around to guide the younger ones to steer the ship to dock safely.
This is a clarion call to the youth of Ghana. Let us arise and take up our rightful positions in society. The rather apathetic stand we have taken is a dangerous weapon that will only ruin us. In our churches, educational institutions, companies, chieftaincy and other endeavours of life, let us take up the mantle. With wise counsel from the older generation and with a sense of purpose and determination, we shall live up to expectation. We must not wait for our turn any longer. The water might not be flowing by then. Let us not forget Apostle Paul’s advice to Timothy in the Bible, ‘let no one despise your youth’. IT IS OUR TIME!
By: COURAGE AHIATI
courageislove@gmail.com.
Courage354@yahoo.co.uk
Couragesdiary.blogspot.com
The writer is a Political Science student of KNUST
.... The “wait for your turn hymn”
Ghana is a country with very wonderful stories and captivating events. There is this unsubstantiated general perception that we are the second nation loved and blessed by God aside the state of Israel. As funny as it sounds, a lot of people have strong belief in that. It gets deeper in football seasons especially, when we manage a win through a last minute penalty. That is Ghana for you.
One recurring question I keep asking myself is, do we even pick some few lessons from the great Biblical stories of the nation that we compare ourselves to? Two people in the Bible who normally draw attention on the streets of Ghana are Methuselah and King Solomon. Methuselah is the oldest man to walk the surface of this earth. He lived on earth for almost one millennium (969 years). Surprisingly enough, a glance through the Holy book paints only a faint picture of him. His name was only mentioned in the genealogy from Adam to Noah. Not even a single story was written on any aspect of his life. The only honours he had was the mention of his name and his record-breaking age.
The other personality in perspective, King Solomon did not live up to even a quarter of the years of grandpapa Methuselah. However, Solomon had a number of Biblical chapters talking about him. His unprecedented wisdom, wealth, service to God, good governance and on a low key, love for women were written boldly in the Bible. The 969 years of Methuselah attracted only three sentences to his credit. The rather short stint of Solomon however was credited with several chapters of the Bible. Does this short analysis paint any picture in our minds?
There is this very worrying trend in this country and others where it is strongly believed that until someone spots grey hairs, he cannot and will not be capable of handling certain positions and making certain decisions. This anti-youth syndrome seems never to go away despite the popular saying that ‘the age of Methuselah has got nothing to do with the wisdom of Solomon’. One infamous saying today especially in our political circles is ‘wait for your turn’. As a young adult who believes in youth power, this entrenched stand of our older generation is quiet worrying and the earlier they come to the realisation that the world is changing with supersonic speed, the better it would be for us all.
A very evident generational gap which results from the struggle for power must be addressed as soon as applicable. I would however want to make a point for the younger generation. As biased as my views might be in favour of my generation, any one with objectivity would to a larger extent agree with my inclination.
Despite the conviction that the youth are predominantly reckless and exuberant, and are very naive to handle very vital roles in our society, the youth have proved otherwise. We still give the older generation the benefit to still occupy those positions. The multi-billion cedi question I ask is, have the older generation proved their worth?
Was the African leader of the millennium, Dr. Kwame Nkrumah not a youth when he took the whole world by storm? Are his dreams for a better Africa which was thought to be ambitious and full of youthfulness not the guiding principles of the European Union today? A jump outside the continent will land us perhaps on the famous Bernabue stadium of Real Madrid. Have you wandered where the new excitement in that football club is stemming from? It is just because a young gentleman decided to pitch his youthful exuberance against the likes of Sir Alex Ferguson and Arsene Wenger. Surprisingly enough he has succeeded and has therefore overshadowed the likes of them.
Another youth worth mentioning, is one man whose magic the whole world cannot resist. The mention of his name or just a slight presence of his face puts the world into a kind of excitement. Was Madiba, as he is popularly called in his hometown, not a young man when he spearheaded the fight against apartheid? Did his youthfulness or tender age prevent him from achieving that ambitious objective? The football legend, George Oppong Weah despite his lack of grey hairs then, was able to unite in his own way a country that has been through one of the worst human atrocities ever. He never won the presidency but he did more than many older people to bring back the people of Liberia together. He was a young man then. Have young people not proven themselves in the past with all these examples?
Currently the world is running at a supersonic speed and it seems our older folks cannot keep up with the race. That is why it is prudent to hand over the baton to the more energetic ones who can keep up with the speed of the world. Most developed nations have received this message already and are putting it into effect.
United States, the most powerful nation on earth with very complex governance system and an integral part of this world have placed their destinies into the hands of a young man who is not even up to fifty years yet. As if that is not enough, perhaps the most conservative country on earth, Britain, just elected an extremely young man to be their Prime Minister. Russia, another force to reckon with in world politics also has a young man for a president, totally deviating from the eras of Boris Yelstin and his contemporaries. Do these trends not ring a bell?
Barclays Bank Ghana has as its Managing Director, a young man who is determined to succeed. If a British originated bank can give a young Ghanaian that opportunity to prove the worth of the Ghanaian youth, which I think he has done, what in God’s kingdom are our own indigenous companies and agencies waiting for? During the 2008 elections, one would realise that the old guards of the political parties had little to do when the rather energetic and ambitious youths took over. Is it not evident even in our present government that the young ministers are performing marvellously well, whilst little is seen of the so-called old political gurus? Does the bell ring louder now?
It is time we give the Ghanaian youth the chance to prove his worth. There is a general attitude in our society, especially our workplaces which is very abhorring. This attitude normally puts its head up when university students are on internship or newly employed. They tend to face all kinds of hostile behaviours from older folks just because of the fear that, these guys might take over their positions. Another trend is how most of our public and civil servant alter their dates of births just to stay longer in their various workplaces, thereby blocking the chances of various graduates coming with fresh and updated ideas. How is it therefore not surprising that in this age of technological advancement, typewriters are still used in our big offices and our law courts?
It is not to say that our older folks have out-spent their usefulness. They form an integral part of the developmental agenda of Ghana. However if we are able to blend the experience of our fathers with the energy and updated knowledge of our sons, we will get a formidable force to propel this wonderful nation forward. In as much as I have touted a number of youthful leaders who made positive impacts, I am not oblivious of the likes of Adolf Hitler, Charles Taylor and the like who plunged the world into untold stories with unguided youthful exuberance. That is why we will need the older generation around to guide the younger ones to steer the ship to dock safely.
This is a clarion call to the youth of Ghana. Let us arise and take up our rightful positions in society. The rather apathetic stand we have taken is a dangerous weapon that will only ruin us. In our churches, educational institutions, companies, chieftaincy and other endeavours of life, let us take up the mantle. With wise counsel from the older generation and with a sense of purpose and determination, we shall live up to expectation. We must not wait for our turn any longer. The water might not be flowing by then. Let us not forget Apostle Paul’s advice to Timothy in the Bible, ‘let no one despise your youth’. IT IS OUR TIME!
By: COURAGE AHIATI
courageislove@gmail.com.
Courage354@yahoo.co.uk
Couragesdiary.blogspot.com
The writer is a Political Science student of KNUST
INDISCIPLINE AND ARROGANCE
INDISCIPLINE AND ARROGANCE;
.......The bane of our development.
“Then what happiness will you enjoy, with what delight will you exult, in what pleasure will you revel, when in so numerous a body of friends you neither hear nor see one good man!” – Cicero.
It was a calm but very hot afternoon in an over populated Political Science class stashed in a small room. Mr Mohammed Abass, a very dedicated and inspiring young lecturer takes the class through what development is all about. Majority of this class gets a deeper understanding of what development is and are spurred on and enthused to go out there and make it happen. As we all trooped out of our last Development studies class, we had high hopes that our dear motherland which used to be the coast of gold also has a bright opportunity of becoming like all the other developed nations.
However, like the working of a mirage, one gets out and finds that the realities on the ground are so different and very much bleak. Ghana has gone through a lot of metamorphosis till this point. The torch bearer for a better Africa have been outpaced and outrun. We have tried a lot of method to ascertain which can help us accelerate our development. Try as much as we have over half a century, becoming a developed nation still seems to be just a wishful thinking. We still live the life of that village boy who always dreams of getting all the goodies during Christmas, but who only wakes up on Christmas day and is sent to the stone quarry or the farm for hours of hard labour.
There is this story of a man who fell off a cliff. He is lucky enough to get hold of a tree branch just on the edge of the cliff. Unfortunately, just like the GLICO advert, the branch starts to break. This unlucky man starts screaming for help. Luckily for him, a very strong man appears on the scene and offers to help him if only he will let go of the tree branch and grasp his hand. The falling man ignores the benevolence of this man and starts screaming for another helper. This story might sound quite confusing or absurd, but objectively, that is the very character we are putting up as a nation. We have a burning desire to reach the same pedestals that the so-called first world countries have been placed, but we are very much reluctant to let go of some behaviours which to a larger extent impede development.
Gross level of indiscipline and a rather equally high level of arrogance have plagued our nation and have made our vision and desire of a developed nation just a sort of a fairy tale that we will always repeat to generations unborn. My understanding of development tells me that it can be partitioned into economic development, political development, social development and the like. This makes it a very broad and herculean business not just achieved by spending numerous working hours in the cathedral. Until the whole country is exorcised of these demons of indiscipline and arrogance, then we must as well forget about that utopia that we all dream of.
Indiscipline has clothed itself in a lot of styles and colours in Ghana and has become a canker that has eaten deep into the developmental fabric of our nation. All and sundry are guilty of acts of indiscipline and arrogance that impedes the nation’s development.
In our religious quarters, discipline has vanished from the house of God just like camphor. My Bible makes me understand that the God we serve is a God of discipline, but little can be said of so-called religious leaders and followers of today. Almost all acts of indiscipline in our country now, have its root from our churches. Majority of fraudsters in our country now are people who call themselves men of God. Paedophiles and rapists are all mounting our holy pulpits now. Churches decide to make excessive noise at night when they know very well that there are regulations against noise pollution. An attempt at enforcing this law against a culprit church will see the law enforcement officer described as the first nephew of Satan.
Taking a cursory look at our political arena, one would notice an unprecedented level of indiscipline and a resulting level of arrogance in these agencies. From our security agencies to our utility companies, none can come out clean on these charges. Soldiers who are paid with the taxpayers’ money decide to take advantage of the popular saying that “soldiers are no-nonsense people” and brutalise these same taxpayers and commit all kinds of acts without any reference to the laws of the land. The high command also feels they must protect this kind of ‘respect’ by not exposing these anarchistic soldiers. This is sheer indiscipline. Our law-maintaining officers are worse-off. The word ‘police’ have become synonymous with bribery. An early morning drive along the lake road of Kumasi, one will see a bunch of police officers pretending to be inspecting vehicles. In actual sense, they stand there to take GH¢1 bribe or whatever they choose to call it, from every trotro driver who plies that road. If officers will take this meagre amount and overlook the road worthiness of our vehicles, how will we prevent the carnages on our roads?
Mores so, our ‘honourable’ political figures and traditional authorities have also descended into the gutters of indiscipline. There is this evident case of a suburb in Kumasi, where the traditional authority in that neighbourhood has decided to place sand meant for the renovation of their palace right on one part of a single road. This is absolutely incorrect but no one dares raise a voice against this lawless and irresponsible act. They will go all length to flaunt their royal powers been oblivious of the fact that, that act alone, impedes the development of the nation to an extent.
Sadly enough, our educational institutions, which are supposed to be places of good orientation, have become places where indiscipline has become the head of state. Today, the whole nation is lamenting about how long our students should be in school. Others are also of the view that, the number of years is quiet irrelevant compared to the provision of adequate resources. In as much as I would not debunk these view points, the main problem plaguing our schools is the lack of discipline. If senior high schools in the country are upgraded to the status of Oxford University or even MIT, with a ten year duration, nothing will change with the kind of abhorring behaviours we put up. Teacher absenteeism is so alarming. Throughout my last academic year in a so-called first class senior high school, which is deemed one of the best in Ghana, if not the best, I saw my Integrated Science tutor only three times. Our universities are now seriously inventing various prototypes of indiscipline.
Furthermore, our radio stations are now full of partisan political argy-bargies which do not necessarily contribute even a hair to the development of the nation. Our elders can no longer be disciplined and circumspect in their choice of words. You can hardly get a thing line between a statesman and a hoodlum. The rather rising nuisance being created by the activities of these so-called political party foot soldiers is worth mentioning. These hooligans have become the ambassadors and crusaders of indiscipline. It is so sad to note that they go away easily with these lawless acts.
Our elders say, it is only the child who learns to wash his hands, who is fit to eat with elders. Until all Ghanaians eat our humble ‘abolo’, and drink our humble ‘pito’, with deep introspection and make a strong resolve to change our attitudes for the better, the predicaments of those foolish virgins in that famous Biblical parable will keep visiting us. It will be foolhardy on our parts to engage in the blame game. We are all responsible for the state of our nation. No politician with sugar-coated and honey-garnished words will ever take us to the land that flows with milk and honey. Our destiny lies in our own hands. He who this smelly snail shell fits should either wear it and suffer the consequence or clean it up and make it an ornament. A bright future lies ahead. Let us not lose it to that gifted thief, INDISCIPLINE.
NB: This article was originally published in the September 6 edition of the Daily Graphic.
By: COURAGE AHIATI.
courageislove@gmail.com
Couragesdiary.blogspot.com
.......The bane of our development.
“Then what happiness will you enjoy, with what delight will you exult, in what pleasure will you revel, when in so numerous a body of friends you neither hear nor see one good man!” – Cicero.
It was a calm but very hot afternoon in an over populated Political Science class stashed in a small room. Mr Mohammed Abass, a very dedicated and inspiring young lecturer takes the class through what development is all about. Majority of this class gets a deeper understanding of what development is and are spurred on and enthused to go out there and make it happen. As we all trooped out of our last Development studies class, we had high hopes that our dear motherland which used to be the coast of gold also has a bright opportunity of becoming like all the other developed nations.
However, like the working of a mirage, one gets out and finds that the realities on the ground are so different and very much bleak. Ghana has gone through a lot of metamorphosis till this point. The torch bearer for a better Africa have been outpaced and outrun. We have tried a lot of method to ascertain which can help us accelerate our development. Try as much as we have over half a century, becoming a developed nation still seems to be just a wishful thinking. We still live the life of that village boy who always dreams of getting all the goodies during Christmas, but who only wakes up on Christmas day and is sent to the stone quarry or the farm for hours of hard labour.
There is this story of a man who fell off a cliff. He is lucky enough to get hold of a tree branch just on the edge of the cliff. Unfortunately, just like the GLICO advert, the branch starts to break. This unlucky man starts screaming for help. Luckily for him, a very strong man appears on the scene and offers to help him if only he will let go of the tree branch and grasp his hand. The falling man ignores the benevolence of this man and starts screaming for another helper. This story might sound quite confusing or absurd, but objectively, that is the very character we are putting up as a nation. We have a burning desire to reach the same pedestals that the so-called first world countries have been placed, but we are very much reluctant to let go of some behaviours which to a larger extent impede development.
Gross level of indiscipline and a rather equally high level of arrogance have plagued our nation and have made our vision and desire of a developed nation just a sort of a fairy tale that we will always repeat to generations unborn. My understanding of development tells me that it can be partitioned into economic development, political development, social development and the like. This makes it a very broad and herculean business not just achieved by spending numerous working hours in the cathedral. Until the whole country is exorcised of these demons of indiscipline and arrogance, then we must as well forget about that utopia that we all dream of.
Indiscipline has clothed itself in a lot of styles and colours in Ghana and has become a canker that has eaten deep into the developmental fabric of our nation. All and sundry are guilty of acts of indiscipline and arrogance that impedes the nation’s development.
In our religious quarters, discipline has vanished from the house of God just like camphor. My Bible makes me understand that the God we serve is a God of discipline, but little can be said of so-called religious leaders and followers of today. Almost all acts of indiscipline in our country now, have its root from our churches. Majority of fraudsters in our country now are people who call themselves men of God. Paedophiles and rapists are all mounting our holy pulpits now. Churches decide to make excessive noise at night when they know very well that there are regulations against noise pollution. An attempt at enforcing this law against a culprit church will see the law enforcement officer described as the first nephew of Satan.
Taking a cursory look at our political arena, one would notice an unprecedented level of indiscipline and a resulting level of arrogance in these agencies. From our security agencies to our utility companies, none can come out clean on these charges. Soldiers who are paid with the taxpayers’ money decide to take advantage of the popular saying that “soldiers are no-nonsense people” and brutalise these same taxpayers and commit all kinds of acts without any reference to the laws of the land. The high command also feels they must protect this kind of ‘respect’ by not exposing these anarchistic soldiers. This is sheer indiscipline. Our law-maintaining officers are worse-off. The word ‘police’ have become synonymous with bribery. An early morning drive along the lake road of Kumasi, one will see a bunch of police officers pretending to be inspecting vehicles. In actual sense, they stand there to take GH¢1 bribe or whatever they choose to call it, from every trotro driver who plies that road. If officers will take this meagre amount and overlook the road worthiness of our vehicles, how will we prevent the carnages on our roads?
Mores so, our ‘honourable’ political figures and traditional authorities have also descended into the gutters of indiscipline. There is this evident case of a suburb in Kumasi, where the traditional authority in that neighbourhood has decided to place sand meant for the renovation of their palace right on one part of a single road. This is absolutely incorrect but no one dares raise a voice against this lawless and irresponsible act. They will go all length to flaunt their royal powers been oblivious of the fact that, that act alone, impedes the development of the nation to an extent.
Sadly enough, our educational institutions, which are supposed to be places of good orientation, have become places where indiscipline has become the head of state. Today, the whole nation is lamenting about how long our students should be in school. Others are also of the view that, the number of years is quiet irrelevant compared to the provision of adequate resources. In as much as I would not debunk these view points, the main problem plaguing our schools is the lack of discipline. If senior high schools in the country are upgraded to the status of Oxford University or even MIT, with a ten year duration, nothing will change with the kind of abhorring behaviours we put up. Teacher absenteeism is so alarming. Throughout my last academic year in a so-called first class senior high school, which is deemed one of the best in Ghana, if not the best, I saw my Integrated Science tutor only three times. Our universities are now seriously inventing various prototypes of indiscipline.
Furthermore, our radio stations are now full of partisan political argy-bargies which do not necessarily contribute even a hair to the development of the nation. Our elders can no longer be disciplined and circumspect in their choice of words. You can hardly get a thing line between a statesman and a hoodlum. The rather rising nuisance being created by the activities of these so-called political party foot soldiers is worth mentioning. These hooligans have become the ambassadors and crusaders of indiscipline. It is so sad to note that they go away easily with these lawless acts.
Our elders say, it is only the child who learns to wash his hands, who is fit to eat with elders. Until all Ghanaians eat our humble ‘abolo’, and drink our humble ‘pito’, with deep introspection and make a strong resolve to change our attitudes for the better, the predicaments of those foolish virgins in that famous Biblical parable will keep visiting us. It will be foolhardy on our parts to engage in the blame game. We are all responsible for the state of our nation. No politician with sugar-coated and honey-garnished words will ever take us to the land that flows with milk and honey. Our destiny lies in our own hands. He who this smelly snail shell fits should either wear it and suffer the consequence or clean it up and make it an ornament. A bright future lies ahead. Let us not lose it to that gifted thief, INDISCIPLINE.
NB: This article was originally published in the September 6 edition of the Daily Graphic.
By: COURAGE AHIATI.
courageislove@gmail.com
Couragesdiary.blogspot.com
Monday, August 23, 2010
NANA'A WELCOME MESSAGE
KONKONSA IS BACK AND DEEPER.
It is always a pleasure and happy moments when I see handsome and elegant young ones troop to my kingdom in search of knowledge. Do you know why I become happy? It is because I will get my voluminous mouth busy with both clean and dirty gossip. As I mark my last moments on the throne as the overlord of the Kingdom of NUST, I vow to make use of my professorial laurels in konkonsa as never before. For those of you who are new to me and my underground dealings, let me introduce myself. Is it even worth it to do that? Anyway, I am NANA ANOKESE ANOPEASEM, overload of the land that you trample on, watcher of your dark deeds and backlasher of your irresponsible acts. Above all, I am the father of all gossip, an expert in lips flapping gossip. Just have a second look at my name and you would know me better.
I take this opportunity to welcome all freshmen and fresh women to the Kwame Nkrumah University of Serious Trouble. Hmmmmn! I don’t even know why I referred to you as fresh men and women. Some of you are dried up more than the back of Baba Fuseini (oldest crocodile at Paga). Anyway, I hope you enjoy your stay on this land of our death and reincarnation. As the royal custodian of the land, I have some few words of advice for you. I know some of you have thrown away the ones your parents forced into that thing you call your head. I hope you will not throw away what I will give you.
My lovely daughters in AFRICA HALL, it’s nice to be in the only female twin towers on campus, but please your porters are also thinking human beings. The shout of your predecessors have made them partially deaf. Please I beg you, do not worsen their plight by perpetuating the scream slogan “PORTER, PLEASE PUMP THE WATER”. They know that already.
Those of you in Queens hall or whatever you call it, please I beg you to be content with your lot. Stop trooping to other halls. I don’t want to remind people of those sad moments but let the two beautiful “gobe” sellers be enough for you. Tell your leaders that building more accommodation units is more important than using money to build a lawn tennis court where four and half people including some semi-mad white man will go and throw tennis balls. Royals, do not also forget that your television always gets spoilt as a result of attack from mad people. Tell your president to paste a notice banning mad people from using your TV room. Also do not forget to close all computers, all laptops and switch off all electrical appliances before doing what mum and dad do at night. There might be a camera hidden inside the microwave. Ask your forefathers to tell you the legendary Botuo fairy tale.
My lovely kids in the hall that claims to be independent, welcome to the premier hall. You are lucky because all the prayers emanating from Paa Joe seems to pass through your hall. However try and convince your leaders to go in for sponsorship from GHACEM instead of TIGO. Your buildings do not have enough cement in them. I do not want to shed my little royal tears again. I am reserving them for my death, so that I can cry for those who will come and shed hippopotamus tears there.
Oh my lovely REPUBLIC hall, how thou welcometh all my children. Mongols, human beings are supposed to learn from humans, not inanimate objects. Never copy the habit of those shameless sculptures in your hall. They have exposed their nudity for years now. Kindly shun their company. At least, put on something. For that reason, I have ordered that panties be included in the souvenirs that will be provided to you. At least your leaders heeded my caution and have stopped cultivating the REFUSE DUMP farm. It was a joint project they had with THE DOMITES. Please those executives who keep entering the female rooms almost every micro-second, the ladies are complaining of nightmares. Please I don’t want to go far, so stop work with immediate effect. Even chicken is being spared nowadays during Christmas.
Continentals, you are lucky to be in the largest hall in the whole of West Africa. I don’t even know if that is true. Anyway, take very good care of yourself and be united as the name of your hall says. I don’t even know why the hall was named after the continental unity of Africa. The continent itself has never been united. Hope it is not already having its effect on you. However, you must form search parties to go and look for your missing goddess. Wonders will never end. I thought those things happen only in Nigerian movies, where people steal a whole god and it doesn’t even resist. Now I know it can truly happen on the land of Thrillers and Surprises.
To those of you in the black and yellow hall, I don’t even know why you love black so much, is it because of evil or you are just proud of your colour? I paid a royal visit to your bathhouses and I thought I was dreaming. It’s really nice. I hope it will not turn out to be the story of APONKYE and CAKE. Eeeih, what will you celebrate this year after that controversial HALL FESTIVAL. Is it not so strange? When everyone is celebrating hall week, only you want to celebrate what? FESTIVAL? Please the SOS was too terrifying last year. I beg you with my royal sandals to stop. You are lucky enough to have lots of bush around you, can’t you transfer some there? Greet your president for me. Eeih as for that man and his English, hmmmn!! Did he school in Afghanistan?
Once again I welcome all of you to my kingdom. Though I was born at a time when we stroke stones against each other to get light, I am very much IT inclined more than most of you. I will prove that to you very soon. I leave you with one of my father’s popular sayings “In a zongo community, no one wins a fight once”. Think about this and apply it to your life on campus.
YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS
NANA PROF. ANOKESE ANOPEASEM
PhD GOSSIPIOLOGY
MSc ROYAL DISSING.
You can read THE GOSSIP online through the following medium –
www.konkonsa-thegossip.blogspot.com.
Join me on the facebook fan page - THE GOSSIP.
You can also email me through courageislove@gamil.com.
It is always a pleasure and happy moments when I see handsome and elegant young ones troop to my kingdom in search of knowledge. Do you know why I become happy? It is because I will get my voluminous mouth busy with both clean and dirty gossip. As I mark my last moments on the throne as the overlord of the Kingdom of NUST, I vow to make use of my professorial laurels in konkonsa as never before. For those of you who are new to me and my underground dealings, let me introduce myself. Is it even worth it to do that? Anyway, I am NANA ANOKESE ANOPEASEM, overload of the land that you trample on, watcher of your dark deeds and backlasher of your irresponsible acts. Above all, I am the father of all gossip, an expert in lips flapping gossip. Just have a second look at my name and you would know me better.
I take this opportunity to welcome all freshmen and fresh women to the Kwame Nkrumah University of Serious Trouble. Hmmmmn! I don’t even know why I referred to you as fresh men and women. Some of you are dried up more than the back of Baba Fuseini (oldest crocodile at Paga). Anyway, I hope you enjoy your stay on this land of our death and reincarnation. As the royal custodian of the land, I have some few words of advice for you. I know some of you have thrown away the ones your parents forced into that thing you call your head. I hope you will not throw away what I will give you.
My lovely daughters in AFRICA HALL, it’s nice to be in the only female twin towers on campus, but please your porters are also thinking human beings. The shout of your predecessors have made them partially deaf. Please I beg you, do not worsen their plight by perpetuating the scream slogan “PORTER, PLEASE PUMP THE WATER”. They know that already.
Those of you in Queens hall or whatever you call it, please I beg you to be content with your lot. Stop trooping to other halls. I don’t want to remind people of those sad moments but let the two beautiful “gobe” sellers be enough for you. Tell your leaders that building more accommodation units is more important than using money to build a lawn tennis court where four and half people including some semi-mad white man will go and throw tennis balls. Royals, do not also forget that your television always gets spoilt as a result of attack from mad people. Tell your president to paste a notice banning mad people from using your TV room. Also do not forget to close all computers, all laptops and switch off all electrical appliances before doing what mum and dad do at night. There might be a camera hidden inside the microwave. Ask your forefathers to tell you the legendary Botuo fairy tale.
My lovely kids in the hall that claims to be independent, welcome to the premier hall. You are lucky because all the prayers emanating from Paa Joe seems to pass through your hall. However try and convince your leaders to go in for sponsorship from GHACEM instead of TIGO. Your buildings do not have enough cement in them. I do not want to shed my little royal tears again. I am reserving them for my death, so that I can cry for those who will come and shed hippopotamus tears there.
Oh my lovely REPUBLIC hall, how thou welcometh all my children. Mongols, human beings are supposed to learn from humans, not inanimate objects. Never copy the habit of those shameless sculptures in your hall. They have exposed their nudity for years now. Kindly shun their company. At least, put on something. For that reason, I have ordered that panties be included in the souvenirs that will be provided to you. At least your leaders heeded my caution and have stopped cultivating the REFUSE DUMP farm. It was a joint project they had with THE DOMITES. Please those executives who keep entering the female rooms almost every micro-second, the ladies are complaining of nightmares. Please I don’t want to go far, so stop work with immediate effect. Even chicken is being spared nowadays during Christmas.
Continentals, you are lucky to be in the largest hall in the whole of West Africa. I don’t even know if that is true. Anyway, take very good care of yourself and be united as the name of your hall says. I don’t even know why the hall was named after the continental unity of Africa. The continent itself has never been united. Hope it is not already having its effect on you. However, you must form search parties to go and look for your missing goddess. Wonders will never end. I thought those things happen only in Nigerian movies, where people steal a whole god and it doesn’t even resist. Now I know it can truly happen on the land of Thrillers and Surprises.
To those of you in the black and yellow hall, I don’t even know why you love black so much, is it because of evil or you are just proud of your colour? I paid a royal visit to your bathhouses and I thought I was dreaming. It’s really nice. I hope it will not turn out to be the story of APONKYE and CAKE. Eeeih, what will you celebrate this year after that controversial HALL FESTIVAL. Is it not so strange? When everyone is celebrating hall week, only you want to celebrate what? FESTIVAL? Please the SOS was too terrifying last year. I beg you with my royal sandals to stop. You are lucky enough to have lots of bush around you, can’t you transfer some there? Greet your president for me. Eeih as for that man and his English, hmmmn!! Did he school in Afghanistan?
Once again I welcome all of you to my kingdom. Though I was born at a time when we stroke stones against each other to get light, I am very much IT inclined more than most of you. I will prove that to you very soon. I leave you with one of my father’s popular sayings “In a zongo community, no one wins a fight once”. Think about this and apply it to your life on campus.
YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS
NANA PROF. ANOKESE ANOPEASEM
PhD GOSSIPIOLOGY
MSc ROYAL DISSING.
You can read THE GOSSIP online through the following medium –
www.konkonsa-thegossip.blogspot.com.
Join me on the facebook fan page - THE GOSSIP.
You can also email me through courageislove@gamil.com.
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