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Be your brother’s keeper
A few days ago, I witnessed a scene that gladdened my heart and demonstrated how God created us to behave towards one another.
A small boy of not more than five years, came to buy ‘Koko’ and ‘Koose’ with his little sister who also will not be more than three years old. I had also gone to buy ‘koose’ at the same place on my way back home from my routine of brisk walking early each morning.
When I was waiting to be served, I observed the little boy bend down to pick up his little sister and step over the gutter in front of them and when he had crossed over, set his sister down. I was so moved by this spectacle and it set in motion a train of thoughts going through my mind.
What struck me most was that sense of brotherliness, a natural instinct to extend assistance to another human being who needs help. This is the essence of life but unfortunately, the reverse is the case, most of the time. One would have expected that adults should rather demonstrate this kind of behaviour but that is not the case in real life situations.
People in this part of the world have over the years witnessed a gradual decline in the willingness to extend a helping hand to others. There used to be a certain culture of courtesy to old or elderly people on buses and trains, where people eagerly offer their seats to the elderly people much older than them.
There are still a few bright spots in this current morally depraved world of us, which gives me hope that all is not lost.
About three weeks ago, I went to a bank to make an enquiry and was directed to an office. When I got there, there were a few people seated and it became apparent to me that it was a queue but no seat was available to me so I had to stand and wait. A young lady who was just ahead of me got up and said to me with a smile “Daddy, please sit down”. After a few protestations that I am fine, she was insistent that I should take her seat and so I had to oblige. I then thanked her and sat down and I was glad that the culture of respect for the elderly has not completely vanished from our society.
Selfishness is what is entrenching this evil tendency of not wanting to extend a helping hand to others.
In our society, especially in our organisations and institutions, the desire to climb to the top usually manifest the evil side of man. Some people deliberately spread lies about, their colleagues at the workplace.
Pastors who are supposed to be our moral compass are not left out, political actors within the same party are damaging their colleagues and it is just a mess. What we fail to realise is that nature has a way of exacting retribution and that we reap what we sow.
If a colleague’s promotion was denied him due to your malicious lies, guess what will happen to you in the near future. Someone you trust, will do the same thing to you.
The Bible teaches that we should do unto others what we want others to for us. When we are young, the practice of this nugget of wisdom, comes to us naturally as exhibited by the small boy but when we grow and are supposed to be wiser, we somehow neglect or refuse to practise this.
There are certain principles that exist and are time tested. It does not matter who are or what you believe, it is what it is.
In Genesis 8:22, the Bible makes us to understand that sowing and reaping shall never cease. Therefore, if you plan on gaining promotion, help someone to gain promotion. If you want to live in peace, promote peaceful coexistence. Whatsoever you sow that shall you also reap.
The attitude of pull him down, will never benefit us and it is high time we deleted it, to use computer terminology from our file of life. That is the only way we can achieve an enduring success in all that we seek to achieve.
Contrary to the perception out there that to climb up you have to step on others, the reality is the exact opposite. If we step on others by manipulations and cheating and back-biting etc., we must be ready for the consequences that will surely come our way.
Surely as night follows day, we shall one day receive the fruits of whatever we have sown, whether good or bad.
By Laud Kissi-Mensah
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Tears of Ghanaman, home and abroad
The typical native of Sikaman is by nature a hospitable creature, a social animal with a big heart, a soul full of the milk of earthly goodness, and a spirit too loving for its own comfort.
Ghanaman hosts a foreign pal and he spends a fortune to make him very happy and comfortable-good food, clean booze, excellent accommodation and a woman for the night.
Sometimes the pal leaves without saying a “thank you but Ghanaman is not offended. He’d host another idiot even more splendidly. His nature is warm, his spirit benevolent. That is the typical Ghanaian and no wonder that many African-Americans say, “If you haven’t visited Ghana. Then you’ve not come to Africa.
You can even enter the country without a passport and a visa and you’ll be welcomed with a pot of palm wine.
If Ghanaman wants to go abroad, especially to an European country or the United States, it is often after an ordeal.
He has to doze in a queue at dawn at the embassy for days and if he is lucky to get through to being interviewed, he is confronted by someone who claims he or she has the power of discerning truth from lie.
In short Ghanaman must undergo a lie-detector test and has to answer questions that are either nonsensical or have no relevance to the trip at hand. When Joseph Kwame Korkorti wanted a visa to an European country, the attache studied Korkorti’s nose for a while and pronounced judgment.
“The way I see you, you won’t return to Ghana if I allow you to go. Korkorti nearly dislocated her jaw; Kwasiasem akwaakwa. In any case what had Korkorti’s nose got to do with the trip?
If Ghanaman, after several attempts, manages to get the visa and lands in the whiteman’s land, he is seen as another monkey uptown, a new arrival of a degenerate ape coming to invade civilized society. He is sneered at, mocked at and avoided like a plague. Some landlords abroad will not hire their rooms to blacks because they feel their presence in itself is bad business.
When a Sikaman publisher landed overseas and was riding in a public bus, an urchin who had the impudence and notoriety of a dead cockroach told his colleagues he was sure the black man had a tail which he was hiding in his pair of trousers. He didn’t end there. He said he was in fact going to pull out the tail for everyone to see.
True to his word he went and put his hand into the backside of the bewildered publisher, intent on grabbing his imaginary tail and pulling it out. It took a lot of patience on the part of the publisher to avert murder. He practically pinned the white miscreant on the floor by the neck and only let go when others intervene. Next time too…
The way we treat our foreign guests in comparison with the way they treat us is polar contrasting-two disparate extremes, one totally incomparable to the other. They hound us for immigration papers, deport us for overstaying and skinheads either target homes to perpetrate mayhem or attack black immigrants to gratify their racial madness
When these same people come here we accept them even more hospitably than our own kin. They enter without visas, overstay, impregnate our women and run away.
About half of foreigners in this country do not have valid resident permits and was not a bother until recently when fire was put under the buttocks of the Immigration Service
In fact, until recently I never knew Sikaman had an Immigration Service. The problem is that although their staff look resplendent in their green outfit, you never really see them anywhere. You’d think they are hidden from the public eye.
The first time I saw a group of them walking somewhere, I nearly mistook them for some sixth-form going to the library. Their ladies are pretty though.
So after all, Sikaman has an Immigration Service which I hear is now alert 24 hours a day tracking down illegal aliens and making sure they bound the exit via Kotoka International. A pat on their shoulder.
I am glad the Interior Ministry has also realised that the country has been too slack about who goes out or comes into Sikaman.
Now the Ministry has warned foreigners not to take the country’s commitment to its obligations under the various conditions as a sign of weakness or a source for the abuse of her hospitality.
“Ghana will not tolerate any such abuse,” Nii Okaija Adamafio, the Interior Minister said, baring his teeth and twitching his little moustache. He was inaugurating the Ghana Refugee and Immigration Service Boards.
He said some foreigners come in as tourists, investors, consultants, skilled workers or refugees. Others come as ‘charlatans, adventurers or plain criminals. “
Yes, there are many criminals among them. Our courts have tried a good number of them for fraud and misconduct.
It is time we welcome only those who would come and invest or tour and go back peacefully and not those whose criminal intentions are well-hidden but get exposed in due course of time.
This article was first published on Saturday March 14, 1998
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Decisions have consequences
In this world, it is always important to recognise that every action or decision taken, has consequences.
It can result in something good or bad, depending on the quality of the decision, that is, the factors that were taken into account in the decision making.
The problem with a bad decision is that, in some instances, there is no opportunity to correct the result even though you have regretted the decision, which resulted in the unpleasant outcome.
This is what a friend of mine refers to as having regretted an unregretable regret. After church last Sunday, I was watching a programme on TV and a young lady was sharing with the host, how a bad decision she took, had affected her life immensely and adversely.
She narrated how she met a Caucasian and she got married to him. The white man arranged for her to join him after the marriage and processes were initiated for her to join her husband in UK. It took a while for the requisite documentation to be procured and during this period, she took a decision that has haunted her till date.
According to her narration, she met a man, a Ghanaian, who she started dating, even though she was a married woman.
After a while her documents were ready and so she left to join her husband abroad without breaking off the unholy relationship with the man from Ghana.
After she got to UK, this man from Ghana, kept pressuring her to leave the white man and return to him in Ghana. The white man at some point became a bit suspicious and asked about who she has been talking on the phone with for long spells, and she lied to him that it was her cousin.
Then comes the shocker. After the man from Ghana had sweet talked her continuously for a while, she decided to leave her husband and return to Ghana after only three weeks abroad.
She said, she asked the guy to swear to her that he would take care of both her and her mother and the guy swore to take good care of her and her mother as well as rent a 3-bedroom flat for her. She then took the decision to leave her husband and return to Ghana.
She told her mum that she was returning to Ghana to marry the guy in Ghana. According to her, her mother vigorously disagreed with her decision and wept.
She further added that her mum told her brother and they told her that they were going to tell her husband about her intentions.
According to her, she threatened that if they called her husband to inform him, then she would commit suicide, an idea given to her by the boyfriend in Ghana.
Her mum and brother afraid of what she might do, agreed not to tell her husband. She then told her husband that she was returning to Ghana to attend her Grandmother’s funeral.
The husband could not understand why she wanted to go back to Ghana after only three weeks stay so she had to lie that in their tradition, grandchildren are required to be present when the grandmother dies and is to be buried.
She returned to Ghana; the flat turns into a chamber and hall accommodation, the promise to take care of her mother does not materialise and generally she ends up furnishing the accommodation herself. All the promises given her by her boyfriend, turned out to be just mere words.
A phone the husband gave her, she left behind in UK out of guilty conscience knowing she was never coming back to UK.
Through that phone and social media, the husband found out about his boyfriend and that was the end of her marriage.
Meanwhile, things have gone awry here in Ghana and she had regretted and at a point in her narration, was trying desperately to hold back tears. Decisions indeed have consequences.
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