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Gbomowo: the new phenom?
President Akufo-Addo
My Ga folks rounded off their annual Homowo festivities only recently. Homowo, in Ga, means ‘hooting at hunger. Having migrated from Ile-Ife in southwestern Nigeria and landed on the shores of their current abode, they planted corn, but had to endure hunger and starvation to await the time of harvest.
When they had a bumper harvest, it was then time to ‘hoot at hunger’. It was natural so to do. Therefore, Homowo has come to stay as a reminder of that epoch in their history.
I was involved with stage performances in secondary school, first as a chorister and again as an actor. I became a public speaker subsequently. I have come to learn that it is utterly important to know your audience and plan your delivery accordingly. It is also important to take the existing climate and factor that in.
So, it is vital to mount a stage, say the right thing at the right time. If you fail in this, your audience will boo you, hoot at you or clap you off the stage. This is what I call Gbomowo in Ga. Hooting at a person.
Just a couple of weeks ago, President Akufo-Addo was booed at the Independent Square where he carried his “Fellow Ghanaians…” thing to an African youth jamboree at that venue. Not in the mood for any “Fellow Ghanaians,” the youth were seen in a viral video booing the President.
I do not blame the organisers of the event, because how were they to know how participants would react to the Head of State? I blame the handlers of my President for not reading the climate of the youth. They were out to enjoy music and dance their hearts out, nothing more. Situate that with the trending frustration in the country over our economic hardship.
Put me in the shoes of a presidential handler. If the President had to be there, my strong advice would be that the President would mount the stage and begin to dance or boogie with the crowd. The youth would naturally respond in like manner, then would be minded to listen to Nana when he took the microphone. It is as simple as that, and none would be wiser.
The President is known to be a good dancer. He has been photographed dancing on stage and other events many times. Where I blame him also is that he did not read the mood right. Many politicians are smart enough to quickly read the mood at any event and change their script to suit the climate or put a prepared text aside and speak extemporaneously.
Personally, I felt embarrassed to see people boo a Head of State. Never have I seen this in Ghana. Unlike those who were quick to condemn the youth for their action, I would rather tread cautiously. But government commentators accusing the opposition of orchestrating the booing is as infantile as it is unconscionable.
No one can pretend to not know Ghanaians are frustrated over economic hardships in the country. Can we pretend that Ghanaians are not discerning enough to pit campaign promises against delivery? When people’s hopes are raised through the roof, what will their expectations be? Let us soberly avert our minds to the above questions.
Now, back to my Gbomowo. What happened at the Independence Square is a foretaste of things to come if no concrete action is taken to reverse the economic downturn.
The government must explain to the hungry and frustrated Ghanaian why we are in this in spite of shouting from the rooftops that they “have the men.” The COVID-19 and Ukraine mantra is clear. Even the World Bank and the IMF are saying the same thing. What the government must address is how other economies are faring better than us in the face of COVID and Ukraine.
In the absence of this, Gbomowo awaits our politicians when they mount political campaigns when that time comes. Everything our Members of Parliament do is under scrutiny and Ghanaians are waiting for them.
As I started drafting this write-up, videos flew in from Kumasi where traders were clearly seen hooting at the President an his 50-plus vehicular convoy. One fellow could be heard to have counted as many as 55 vehicles in the convoy. That our President would still travel this large in the face of high fuel prices and the frustrating situation in the nation defies understanding.
I can see through my crystal ball what our next political campaigns will be like. Gbomowo will, in all likelihood, be a part of our political campaign culture.
Situate this on the President brazenly stating that he cared less if people decided to vote the NDC into power in the next election. What does this statement do to people his party might field in the next election? How do we reconcile this with the man who, in seeking our votes, said, “Mo nsɔ me hwe?” This is clearly a slap in the face of the very people who voted him President. Not long after, the people of Akyem Akroso also hooted at the President’s convoy.
I have heard some commentators, in their condemnation of the youth booing our President, say that it is against our culture to boo adults. Be that as it may, who has given vent to so-called child-right groups that have made it near impossible to discipline children? Punishments that straightened our lives as we grew up have become human rights issues, to the extent that our children are more protected than their parents.
The children believe they have a right to do whatever pleases them and grow with that mindset into adulthood. What is the end result?
Not too long ago, one group of senior high school students or another was in the news for vandalising school property. Some even set school buildings on fire. Then the very parents who should not discipline their children are asked to bear the cost of this vandalism.
Should there be a national discourse on how we whip our children in line? Even teachers are not allowed to punish recalcitrant or incorrigible pupils appropriately. The cumulative effect is the lawlessness we see in the land. One can imagine a country being governed by these ‘protected’ children after they have grown into adults and politicians.
In the difficult days of the Acheampong era in the late seventies, when Ghanaians had to queue for every conceivable item christened “Essential Commodities,” our citizens did not feel as helpless as they are today. Even during the very early days of the 31st December Revolution, there was famine in Ghana. The rains had failed and crops withered. People’s collarbones jutted out of their skins and was christened “Rawlings Chain”, yet there was no despondency as there is today. What has gone wrong?
Instead of acting to save the situation, our politicians are playing politics with our very lives, putting every single issue in the laboratory of partisan politics. If the electorate offended you by giving you their votes, be prepared to be booed after they have learnt their lesson.
In my last meeting with the late Major Courage Kwashigah at the Beverly Hill Restaurant at Asylum Down before his death, he told me he feared Ghanaians might make a mistake and fight for independence all over again. I cannot give details here because he is not alive to confirm or deny what we discussed. How right was he…?
Gbomowo will be the new political phenomenon if things do not turn around for the better. Mark my word.
Writer’s email address: akofa45@yahoo.com
By Dr. Akofa K. Segbefia
When Abigail Fremah steps up to the Armwrestling table, the noise fades, the tension settles, and order takes over.
Despite a calm, but firm and meticulous disposition, she has become one of the quiet forces shaping Ghana’s growing reputation in the sport, not as an athlete, but a referee trusted on the continental stage.
Abigail’s journey into Armwrestling did not begin at the table. Like many Ghanaian sports enthusiasts, she grew up playing several disciplines. Football was her first love, but she also featured in volleyball and basketball during her school years. Sports, she says, was simply a way of life not just for her.
“It runs through the family. All my siblings are into sports,” she stated.
“I was involved in almost every sport in school, football, volleyball, netball, hockey; I did everything,” she recalls.
Her academic background in Health, Physical Education and Recreation laid a solid foundation for her sporting career. While on scholarship at the university (University of Cape Coast), she often used her modest budget to support young athletes, sometimes sharing skills and even T-shirts at programmes she attended. Giving back, she explains, has always been part of her motivation.
However, as she matured as an athlete, Abigail made a critical self-assessment.
“Armwrestling involves a lot of strength,” she admits. “Looking at my body type, I realised I couldn’t fit properly as a competitive athlete.”
That moment of honesty pushed her to a different trajectory but equally important path in sports; which is officiating.
During her National Service, she was encouraged by Mr Charles Osei Asibey, the President of the Ghana Armwrestling Federation (GAF), to consider officiating. He introduced her to a technical official, Mr Hussein Akuerteh Addy, who formally took her through the basics of Armwrestling officiating in 2021.
“I started as a case official,” she says. “We moved from region to region every week, officiating competitions. That’s where it all began.”
By 2022, Abigail was actively involved in national assignments, though she missed the African Championship that year. Her breakthrough came in 2023, when Ghana hosted the African Armwrestling Championship.
It was her first experience officiating at a major international competition and it changed everything.
“That was my first national and international exposure at the same time,” she says. “It really opened my eyes.”
Today, Abigail is a World Junior Armwrestling Referee, a status earned through performance, consistency and discipline. She explains that progression in officiating was not automatic.
“It’s all about performance, your appearance at African Championships, your conduct, how you handle pressure; that’s what takes you to the world level,” she stressed.
As a referee, Abigail’s priority is safety and fairness. Armwrestling, she notes, comes with risks, particularly injuries to the wrists, elbows, shoulders and arms.
“If athletes don’t follow the rules or refuse to listen to officials, injuries can happen,” she explains, adding that focus was everything.
Before every match, she ensures that all equipment which includes elbow pads, hand pegs and table alignment were properly set. Athletes are not allowed to cover their elbows, must grip correctly, and must follow the referee’s commands precisely.
“We make sure everything is fixed before the grip,” she says. “Once we say ‘Ready… Go’, there should be no confusion.”
She is also firm on discipline. Warnings are issued for infractions, and repeated misconduct attracts penalties.
“The referee must be respected, if you don’t listen, the rules will deal with you,” she says.
Abigail credits her confidence partly to her sporting family background. Her mother was a volleyball player, while other family members also participated in sports. Though they were initially concerned about her safety, her rise to the top reassured them.
“They were afraid at first,” she admits. “But they were also very proud, especially because some of them never got the opportunity to reach this level.”
Looking ahead, Abigail is optimistic about the future of Armwrestling in Ghana. In less than a decade, the country has produced African and world-level medalists, a sign, she believes, of great things to come for Ghana.
“Whenever we go out, we come back with medals such as gold and silver,” she says, and to her that was a sign of growth.
In the next five to ten years, Abigail sees herself rising to become a World Master Referee, the highest officiating level in the sport. Until then, her routine remains intense, training four times a week, working closely with athletes, standing on her feet for hours, and constantly refining her understanding of the rules.
“I love this sport,” she says simply. “That love is what keeps me going.”
Abigail encouraged women to be bold and intentional about their place in sports saying “don’t limit yourself because of fear or stereotypes.”
She also urged women to invest in learning, discipline and consistency, stressing that respect was earned through performance.
For Abigail, as Ghana’s armwrestlers continue to make their mark, she will remain where she is most effective at the table, ensuring the game is played right.
By Esinam Jemima Kuatsinu
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As he had promised Aperkeh, the elderly man and his wife and three daughters stopped by Aperkeh’s parents’ house. Mr Amando and his family were preparing to settle in for the night.
“Brother Ben and family”, Mr Joshua Amando said warmly, “although I know you are here on a matter that can hardly be described as joyous, it is still good to see you. You are welcome. Please sit down while I bring you water”.
“Yes, we will take water, even though we are hardly thirsty, because this is our home”.
“Okay, Ben”, he started after they had drank, “Let me go straight to the point. My daughter Priscilla has told me about the goings on between her brother Aperkeh and our daughter Stella.
Before informing me, Priscilla had expressed concern to Aperkeh about some habits he is adopting, especially the late nights and the drinking. She tells me that one Saturday morning, she was there when Stella complained about his drinking and some girls who had come to the house to look for him, and he assaulted her.
I called him and complained, but all he could say was that I don’t know what caused him to react that way, so I could not judge him. Now he does not answer my calls.
I have sent Priscilla to his house to call him, but he has refused to come. Unfortunately, Ben, my son is a much different person than the young boy who completed university and started work at the bank. I am really embarrassed about his treatment of Stella”.
“Joshua, let me assure you that even though what is happening is very unfortunate, it will not affect our relationship.
We have been friends since childhood, and I thought that with their parents’ blessing, the relationship between Aperkeh and Stella would grow to become a blessing to all of us. But there appears to be a real challenge now.
Stella thinks that Aperkeh wants her out of his house, and indeed Aperkeh himself told me that, about an hour ago.
So I’m taking my daughter home. I suggest that you do what you can to straighten him out, but if it does not work out, let’s accept the situation and continue to be one family.
I am sure that being the well behaved girl that she is, Stella will meet a young man who will cherish her. Fortunately, this problem is happening early in the day, so they can sort things out if possible, or move on with their lives if they are unable to stay together”.
“I’m really grateful for that, Ben. I will do my best in the next few days to reason with him, because apart from the relationship with Stella, Aperkeh is risking his job and career with this lifestyle.
A good job and salary offers an opportunity to gather momentum in life, not to destroy yourself”.
“Okay Brother Joshua. We will say goodnight. I hope to hear positive news from you”.
As he descended in the lift from the fourth to the ground floor, Aperkeh wondered who would be waiting at the reception to see him at nine on Monday morning. He had spent good time with both of his new girls during the weekend, so it had to be someone else. He got out of the lift and pulled a face when he saw Priscilla.
“Priscilla”, he said as he sat down by her, “what do you want here? You know Monday morning is a busy time at the bank. I am a very busy person, so say what you want, I have work to do”.
“You are very funny, Aperkeh. You are telling me, your sister, that you have work to do, so I should hurry up? Okay, Dad says I should advise you to come home tonight, because he wants to discuss the issue of Stella with you. He sent me to you twice, and you did not come.
He has tried to call you quite a number of times, but you have refused to answer his calls. He says that if you do not come tonight, you will be very surprised at what he will do. He says you will not like it at all, so better come.
“What is all this? Why won’t you people leave me alone? Stella is very disrespectful. I told her that if she wanted to continue to live in my house, she must obey me. It is that simple.
She chose to continue ordering me about, controlling me in my own house, so I told her that if she could not live under my conditions she should leave. And she left. In fact, her own father came and took her away. So what again?’’
“How did she disobey or control you? Was she complaining about your continuous drinking and late nights? And did you slap her on several occasions because of that? Did you tell her that if she could not live under your conditions she should leave? You actually said that to her father? You have forgotten that before she came to live with you, our two parents met and agreed, and gave it their blessing?’
“Why don’t you leave, Priscilla? I don’t have to listen to all that”. “Okay, I will go. Your father who gave birth to you and educated you to university level sends me to you, and you ask me to leave? I wish you would defy him, and refuse to come home as he’s telling you, because he is planning to give you the discipline you badly need. Let me tell you. Stella is such a beautiful and decent girl, and I assure you that someone will grab her before you say Jack. You are only 30 years old, and you have already become a drunkard”.
As he walked towards the lift, Aperkeh decided on what to do. He would go home, and calmly listen to what his father had to say. The old man was very unpredictable, and he wouldn’t dare ignore him. So he would take all the insults and threats, but as for Stella she was history. According to Priscilla, Stella was beautiful and all that, but she had not seen the two curvaceous princesses who were all over him, ready to do anything he asked. And these were not barely literate waakye girls, but university graduates from wealthy homes, really classy girls. With stuff like that, who needs a waakye girl? He smiled as he took his seat.
A few minutes to five, Aperkeh was packing up to leave for home to meet his dad when his phone rang. It was Priscilla.
“Aperkeh, Dad says you don’t need to bother to come. Stella’s dad says she came to him early this morning to plead that she would rather stay at home than return to your house. She thinks you are already decided to be rid of her, and she does not want to risk being assaulted again. So it’s done. You can go ahead and enjoy the nice life you have started”.
Before he could tell her to go to hell, Priscilla hanged up the line. He was partially stung that his dad had virtually cut him off. The last thing anyone would want was to fall out of relationship with his own family, which had always supported him.
But the truth was he was no longer interested in Stella. What was wrong with going by one’s feelings? He could only hope that one day, his parents and sister would try to reason with him.
By Ekow de Heer
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