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Disqualified – Part 4
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After returning from work the following evening, Afrakoma and Beesiwa were having supper when there was a knock on the door. She went to open it, and Beesiwa’s parents entered.
They moved awkwardly to the dining table and after a moment’s of hesitation, they both knelt down. ‘Beesiwa and Afrakoma, we have come to beg you. We are not asking for forgiveness.
Beesiwa, we are begging you to find it in your heart to come home, because it will look very disgraceful that our only daughter is living with her friend when her parents are only a few metres away. We beg you in the name of God. Please come home. We will not interfere in any part of your life, going forward. We beg you, Beesiwa’. ‘Daddy and Mummy’, Afrakoma said, ‘you are here begging her to come back home, to avoid disgrace. But do you realize what Sammy has done to her, thanks to your lust for money? Beesiwa was keeping her innocence for the man God has prepared for her.
She made it clear that she was not happy with this man. And he clearly showed his character when he came to your house on both times drunk. You pressurized her to go with him, because you had been taken monies from him. What did you need the money for?
Please allow her to put herself together. Give her some days, then she will take a decision’. The two parents got up and walked away. ‘Many thanks, Afrakoma’, Beesiwa said after they left. ‘You echoed my very thoughts. I don’t know how I can go and live with them again, even though they are my parents.
And Afrakoma, it will take me a very long time before I consider the idea of a relationship with a guy, let along marriage’. ‘I understand you, Beesiwa. But just relax for now. Leave it to God. He will wipe away your tears, and give you a fresh start. Your experience has been horrible, but you will overcome’.
After several discussions which involved elders of the Presbyterian Church and Afrakoma’s parents, it was agreed that Beesiwa would spend her time with Afrakoma and her parents.
Beesiwa took a six month leave without pay from work, and opened a shop selling items for catering events: take-away containers and cutlery, disposable napkins and several other things.
She only made a modest profit, but it offered her a peaceful means of overcoming the trauma she had experienced at the hands of Sammy. She went to church on Sundays, but she avoided any interaction with young ladies and young men.
She firmly rejected any advances from men in the neighbourhood. So when they returned from church one Sunday, three years after the unfortunate event with Sammy Abrokwa, Afrakoma decided to act.
After they had enjoyed Beesiwa’s favourite Fante kenkey and garden egg stew, Afrakoma gently introduced the subject. ‘Beesiwa, you and I are more than sisters. It’s been three years since the unfortunate incident with Sam Abrokwa.
I have been praying, and I think it is time for you to put those unfortunate incident before you, and move forward. You are certainly a very beautiful girl, with a beautiful character.
Many decent young guys would be happy to have you for a partner, and I think you should give someone a chance. You need to get a decent job, and I believe in the process, you will meet a decent young man to marry. ’. ‘Afrakoma, I certainly appreciate what you and your husband Mark have done for me. I agree that it is time I opened up.
I will start exploring job opportunities, and open up to people who show up with enough indication that they are genuine. I am not particularly concerned with wealth, but I would like to meet a genuine person who is husband material. A few guys have approached me, but I am taking my time’.
‘I’m very glad to hear this. But Beesiwa, your own uncle Wofa Kwame came to discuss something with me. He works with a young engineer who is in estate development.
He is quite wealthy and hardworking, but according to Wofa Kwame, he is a very humble person, extremely funny, and he is suggesting that you meet him. He is called Kakraba Forson, and interestingly Wofa Yaw heard him mention that he would like to employ a personal assistant. He runs a small but successful property and Project Company’
‘Well, Afrakoma, I don’t have any problem meeting him. I respect Wofa Yaw, so I know he means well for me. So how do I meet him?’ ‘Let’s speak to Wofa Kwame. I’m sure he will arrange a meeting.
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Arming the Sikaman journalists to the teeth

THE relationship between New Times Corporation (NTC) and African Concrete Productions (ACP) is based entirely on matters of the stomach. Each depends on the other in a dietary symbiosis, reinforced by the close proximity of each other
At lunchtime, you’d see a particular set of Times workers marching regimentally to ACP to face the wall. You’d think they are soldiers. It has long been declared that the company manufactures the best kokonte in the Greater Accra Region. ACP is, therefore, a culinary haven for those NTC kokonte fans, both male and female.
As the NTC kokonte warriors cross the border to ACP, you’d see some ACP banku fanatics dancing joyously to NTC. They are lucky folks because they do not have to obtain visa to enter into ‘Times’ to attack the balls of banku with precision and accuracy. They also claim that the lightsoup at ‘Times’ is arguably the best in West Africa.
So the relationship between the two entities was quite cordial and based practically on stomach palaver, until ACP workers staged an industrial revolution, whereupon the managing director, accountant and estate manager were allegedly stripped naked and locked up in a room. An insurgency had began in earnest.
An ACP worker came to ‘Times’, this time not to eat banku and okro. He had come to inform newsmen that juicy stuff awaited them at ACP. It could make a front page lead story.
A camerawoman and a female reporter were accordingly dispatched to go and bring back news, juicy news as juicy as kokonte and groundnut soup.
I was driving to work when I espied the familiar camerawoman clicking away outside the ACP premises. I didn’t see any ‘Times’ reporter but angry workers who were on the verge of getting violent. I slowed down and the driver behind blew his horn at me like a lunatic. I drove on.
Later, I heard the reporter and camerawoman were harassed and brutalised. The report came,. “The camerawoman, Mrs Salome Adonu-Agbottah and reporter Mrs Doreen Allotey, in an attempt to retrieve the camera which the workers had seized from them were severely beaten. They were manhandled and almost pushed into a big gutter opposite the company’s premises.
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“….The camerawoman had bruises on her body, her hand bag was destroyed and the money in it stolen. Mrs Allotey’s watch was also snatched and her feet stamped on.”
Luckily, it was not her nose that was trampled upon. She has a beautiful nose.
The bad news was received with extreme sorrow. If the victims had been men, it would not have seemed too bad. But to brutalise women is just unacceptable. The New Times Corporation has not stopped mourning the incident which has been condemned in many circles.
Some people keep asking me why Times sent females to cover a potentially violent demonstration. I tell them they might as well ask why CNN’s amazon, Christina Amanpour, is assigned to cover the carnage in Bosnia-Herzegovina and Rwanda. She is always on the frontline in jeans and jacket.
Journalism is a potentially hazardous profession, and once you accept to study and practise the trade, you might as well bone up to face any assignment as long as your superiors feel you are capable of handling it or you have demonstrated the capacity to handle it. Both males and females can be assigned anywhere, anytime just like policemen and women are assigned.
The only difference between cops and pressmen is that the latter are armed only with a pen and the former with a gun. The question is should newsmen also arm themselves so that in any event of an assault they would not be found wanting in self-defence? They can’t adequately defend themselves with a pen and a jotter. A pen cannot even disfigure an opponent’s upper lip.
Photo-journalists have particularly suffered violence. Spectator ace-cameraman Vincent Dzatse was severely assaulted by AMA men when he attempted to take pictures of their indiscretions.
Sports cameraman, P. K. Arthur has been beaten more than once at the sports stadium when riots errupted and he wanted to capture it on his lenses.
Some sports journalists have been banned from entering the Accra Sports Stadium by supporters because in their comments, they didn’t write “sense”. Some supporters once nearly lynched Christian Abbew, Spectator Sports Editor, near a courtroom. He was stoned like the biblical Stephen. He had gone to defend a contempt charge.
I think it is time journalists met and discussed how best to defend themselves in any event of an attack by individuals or mobs. In the pursuance of their duty, they must be free from harassment and assault.
Some journalists go to work and return home with a black-eye or a double fore-head. It is just not right. Something has to be done about it. I think journalists should be armed. But first we must be trained in the use of firearms so that our warning shot do not hit below the belt. What about training in Kung Fu?
This article was first published on Saturday, October 17, 1998.
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Why are so many young people dying early today?
Have you noticed how many young, seemingly healthy people both in Ghana and all over the world are suddenly falling seriously ill or dying young?
When news breaks of a young person suffering a sudden stroke, a heart attack, or a total physical collapse, people are often shocked and confused. They ask, “How could this happen? They were so young!”
Medical science often blames specific diseases, but if you look deeper at how the modern world treats the human body, a much bigger picture emerges. The real killer is not just a sudden illness it is a massive, ongoing wave of chronic stress, burnout, and modern pressure.
Here is a clear, step-by-step look at why this crisis is happening, explained simply.
1. The trap of endless pressure and “hustle culture”
What is happening: Today’s youth face an overwhelming amount of pressure. Whether it is trying to find a stable job, survive tough economic times, or meet high expectations from society and family, young people are told they must constantly work harder, push further, and never stop.
Why it is dangerous: The human body can handle short bursts of intense pressure, but it was never designed to be stuck in “survival mode” 24/7. When a young person spends months and years worrying about money, the future, and survival, their brain stays convinced they are in constant danger. This keeps stress hormones flooding their system day and night.
2. The slow poison of stress chemicals on young hearts
What is happening: When your body is flooded with stress hormones like cortisol and adrenaline for years, it takes a heavy toll.
Why it’s dangerous: In the past, severe heart and blood pressure problems were things older adults dealt with. Today, because of constant stress, young people are developing stiff blood vessels, high blood pressure, and overworked hearts early in life. When a young body is pushed past its absolute limit without rest, the heart can suddenly give out.
3. Smartphone overload and brain exhaustion
What is happening: Unlike past generations, today’s youth carry a 24/7 stress machine in their pockets: their smartphones. They are constantly bombarded with bad news, financial worries, and the pressure to look successful compared to everyone else online.
Why it’s dangerous: The brain never gets a moment of true peace. Because young people check their phones late into the night, their nervous systems never get to shift into “rest-and-repair” mode. They are burning fuel faster than their bodies can replace it, leading to deep neurological and physical burnout.
4. The dangerous habit of pushing through pain
What is happening: In many cultures-especially in vibrant, hard-working communities like those in Ghana-endurance is praised as a badge of honor. Young people are taught to “hustle hard,” hide their pain, and never complain.
Why it is dangerous: When you force yourself to ignore physical exhaustion, headaches, and chest tightness because you feel you have to “keep going,” your body pays the price. Unexpressed stress turns into physical tension and hidden inflammation. Over time, ignoring what your body is screaming for breaks the biological vessel down from the inside out.
Time for a wake-up call
The rising loss of young lives globally and locally is a tragic warning sign. It proves that our modern way of living-which values endless productivity and hustle over human health-is literally killing people.
To save the youth, we have to stop treating burnout like a joke and stop glorifying dangerous overwork. We need to teach young people how to protect their health, give their nervous systems a break, and realise that true success should not cost them their lives.




