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Monsieur’s daughter – (Part 1)
From the first day he reported for duty as French tutor, David Essel, a French-German graduate, made a huge impact on life in and around the Aboso Senior High School.
And the school made a life-changing impact on him. At first, the students took the enthusiasm with which he introduced French greetings, rhythms and catch phrases as funny.
But he quickly pointed it out that by taking French seriously, they would only be taking their very lives seriously. Ghana, he stated, was surrounded by French speaking countries whose citizens continuously flocked here to seek employment and business opportunities, yet Ghanaians hardly even knew those countries, mainly because they cannot speak French.
It was time to reverse the trend before they swallowed us up. And by learning at least another foreign language, they would become true, global citizens. Anyone who missed such realities would regret it badly in future. Moreover, he said, French was an enjoyable language, and he would prove it to them.
Within a few months, French had become the most popular language. Even students who were not offering French were taking it seriously. Apart from earning the respect of students and teaching colleagues, Monsieur David had quite a few lady admirers in the big town.
One of them, Gladys Asiama, a home science teacher, decided to beat the competition by making a ‘direct assault’. She wrote him a note asking to meet him to discuss translations of some popular French dishes. And when David obliged by going over to offer his generous assistance, she gently provided some well-prepared dishes.
Before the end of the year, she had completely won him over, to the annoyance of many girls. Gladys was certainly good looking, but later in the day, David wondered to himself how he got so completely run over by her.
They courted for some six months, during which they spent most evenings together, cooking and eating, going over homework a preparations for the following days’ classes. For David, ‘Gee’ was the beautiful, dutiful and practical partner he had always wanted in a life partner.
She was a good planner, who thought well ahead. And on her part, David was a far cry from the romantic but idealistic Simon, with whom she had enjoyed a three-year whirlwind romance, but who had travelled the US for a three-month training course but had stayed for over three years without a letter or telephone call.
Apart from being serious with his work, David was focused on improving himself, and had promised to support every business initiative she made. He was earning some income from writing articles in French, and was preparing to write a novel in French.
Although they wanted to have a modest wedding, their colleagues, students and parents and the folks of Aboso made sure it was a memorable affair. Gee got pregnant with their first child, and even though she was generally in sound health, David went the extra mile to make sure she was comfortable. Around the time of the pregnancy, Gee pleaded with him to allow her to spend weekends with her parents at Kubeasi, and he reluctantly agreed.
But for most of the pregnancy, she had it smooth sailing, and Sarah was born without hitch. There was no shortage of people to help with her care, and Gee resumed work. Their marriage, to all intents and purposes, had gotten off to a good start. One morning, however, one of their female colleagues walked into his class and asked him to find some fifteen minutes to meet her for some very vital information. Sometime before the close of day, he met her at the school park.
“I’m sure you will misjudge my motive for giving you this information, but I want you to know that I am not a liar, and I certainly won’t lie about such an issue.”
“Don’t worry, Adoma. I know you are a lady of principle. I’m sorry our relationship ended rather, er, abruptly. Indeed, I will admit that I wasn’t in control of things. But that’s not why you asked to meet me. Please go ahead.”
“Well, I’m afraid it’s not pleasant. Some months ago, a friend of mine who knew that I had been seeing you, came to tell me that one Simon, a former boyfriend of your wife, was back in town, and had been spending time with her at the Nananom Guest House.
This happened on quite a few occasions. I couldn’t tell you then, because even if it was proven to be true, people would accuse me of breaking up a marriage. But last week, something happened, again. Your wife left school to meet with him, twice.
My friend says that a woman who works at the Guest House called Mansa is prepared to confirm this, because she is disgusted by your wife’s behaviour. That is all. But I will be grateful if you could leave my name out of this, whatever action you decide to take.”
“This is so kind of you, Adoma. You know, one thing I’ve always feared in life is treachery. I experienced it at close hand in my family, and I hoped to avoid it. Don’t worry. I will make some enquiries, and take decisive action. I’m so grateful. If I may ask, can you forgive me for what happened?”
“I never held anything against you. So in that sense you can say we are still friends.”
“Okay. Then let’s meet for a drink one of these days.”
David got home as she was tucking Sarah into bed.
“Welcome sweetheart. You are late.”
“Yes, I had to make a couple of contacts. Is she okay?”
“Very much so. Your food is in the oven.”
“Actually, I wanted us to have a short discussion first. When you have a minute.”
“I’m ready.” She moved to sit right next to him and smiled.
“Last week Tuesday and Wednesday, you went out of school. You didn’t tell me, surprisingly. Where did you go?”
“I’m sorry. I think I went to buy some materials for the cookery classes.”
“Gee, take a moment to think, and answer me. Where did you go?”
“Ah, where is this coming from? I told you that I went to buy materials.”
“Did you buy them at Nananom Guest House?”
“I think I passed there briefly.”
“On both days? To see Simon? For sex? Apparently, this has been going on for some time? So you, a married, nursing mother, is also having sex with another man?”
‘Look, David, you are just sitting there and hurling unsubstantiated allegations against me. You can’t insult me, eh?”
“Unsubstantiated allegations? I can certainly substantiate them. And I must tell you. I will not stay in a marriage, not for one day, with a treacherous wife.”
By Ekow de Heer
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Press freedom & the bearded goat

THE journalist is a hunter. He goes after human rats and grasscutters personified, matters about whom he can salt and spice and present as news. The fatter and juicier the catch, the better, because sensation is essentially our cup of tea.

Our job is to sell news and sell it in grand style.
Because the journalist is a hunter and is created with a special kind of nose for sniffing out news, he is usually not welcome in many places. He is seen as someone who has been born to make people uncomfortable.
The problem is that some people don’t want things written about them even if it is promotional and favourable. When it entails publishing their pictures alongside the story, they are doubly scared.
“Please, don’t use my picture. People will think I’ve got money and come for loan,” someone told me.
Anyhow, journalists are seen as intruders, undesirables, born with plenty of okro in the mouth; maybe some also in the nose. Some of my friends are no longer too close because they fear I’d give them full coverage in the Sikaman Palava column. Ha ha ha! What a funny world!
Well, people like my Uncle, Sir Kofi Jogolo, my former classmate and born-mathematician, Kwame Korkorti, and ex-football star cum human-salamander Kofi Kokotako don’t mind featuring in the hilarious inches of this column. Kofi Owuo alias Death By Poverty is one personality who has to be mentioned in this palaver.
These are people who are going to live long, primarily because they see the world as one big ball of fun. When Kwame Korkorti was told that his dear mother was dead at home, he smiled and asked the bearer of the message whether his mother had cooked the afternoon meal before claiming she was dead. Until her death, Korkorti ate his lunch at his mother’s end.
When my Uncle Kofi Jogolo was picked and lost 1,500 dollars and a good amount of Sikaman currency, he didn’t lament the loss. Instead he was amused. In fact, he was almost glad about it, because he grinned from ear to ear, stroked his delicate moustache and congratulated the thief, adding that “He is smarter than I am.” Yeah, Jogolo is the man who employs a Swedish barber to trim his moustache.
And when Kofi Kokotako was unemployed and was nearly hit by an articulated truck, he called the driver a fool. “The idiot should have killed me,” he said to me. “Didn’t he know I was unemployed and suffering?”
Today, Kokotako is employed as a Reverend and is not doing badly at all. Thanks to the regular silver collection.
And what about Kofi Owuo, the celebrated poor man. His wife left him not because he was poor, but because he swore in front of her that he would never prosper.
The following dawn the wife packed bag and baggage and went back to her parents and told them all about her husband’s alliance with poverty. Her parents were bewildered and called the alliance unholy. They had no option than to send back Owuo’s drinks to end the marriage.
Kofi Owuo alias Death By Poverty did not contest the issue. He was more engrossed thinking about how to become poorer than to contest what he called a frivolous matter. The wife could go to hell, he said. These are people longevity smiles upon. Nothing worries them.
Getting back to talking about journalists. I’d say that anywhere there is journalism, the issue of press freedom is not too far away. Is the press free? That’s one question foreigners want answer to when they are on visit.
Well, journalists celebrate a yearly WORLD PRESS FREEDOM DAY to drum home the idea of press freedom as a very important thing in the practice of journalism.
This year’s was celebrated almost a fortnight ago but people didn’t see much of us because we are normally not good celebrants. We should have mounted a float to roam the entire capital, dancing asaboni to brass band music just like PTC did recently.
Although journalists are known to be very good dancers because they walk very much, on that day, they were all busy writing. It was the Minister of Information, Mr Kofi Totobi Quakyi who saved the day by addressing a forum organised to mark the day.
He is a man I’ve always admired since his radical university days. He spoke much on press freedom, cautioning the press not to abuse the freedom granted by the Fourth Republican constitution, but to use it for the progress of society.
Well, press freedom has been defined by many journalists as the freedom to ‘write nonsense’. This definition is not quite accurate. I asked one staff reporter to define press freedom. It took him fifteen minutes to put up something.
“Press freedom is the freedom that is enjoyed by the press that enables journalists to publish or broadcast any kind of material so long as it is absolutely true, is not libelous and slanderous, and is not against the national interest.”
I gave him eight out of 10, a straight A. I guess every journalist is old enough to know that certain things he or she writes is for or against the national interest. We certainly must guard against writing against the national interest; that is very important.
There is also the question of criticising government. The government can be criticized, so long as the criticisms are genuine and the President and his ministers are not insulted and called names. Let us criticize, but let us do it decently so that the journalistic profession can be revered, and its nobility acknowledged. We are not war mongers, are we?
One area in which journalists are not spoken well of is the complaint that they misquote people. Journalists sometimes misquote people, but in four out of five complaints it turns out that nobody is misquoted after all.
When we interview people they say things unreservedly and we publish unreservedly. When the publication is out and their friends or superiors read it and accuse them of having said too much to the press, then they start claiming they were misquoted.
We have encountered these ‘misquotation palaver’ every now and then and reporters are usually accused of this transgression. However, when they bring out their note-books or recorders, it is realised that they wrote nothing out of the way. “Book no lie”.
My advice to people who deal with the press is that if they do not want anything written, they shouldn’t say it. What they want to say is OFF-RECORD, then of course, there is no reason to say it. When you say it, you’re taking a risk. In that instance, you can’t also claim to have been misquoted or words put into your mouth.
And it isn’t every journalist who would be circumspect in matters that are supposed to be off-record, because journalists often want to be as sensational as possible to make their stories saleable. So say just what you want to see published and you won’t later regret it and claim you were misquoted.
Well, I’m not holding brief for journalists, because a few of us are notorious for colouring our reports sometimes sand-papering the words so much that they look very bright in front of readers.
As I once said, when the police tells one such notorious pressman that the thief stole a brown goat, the pressman would want to know whether the goat was bearded. Of course, the police would say ‘Yes’.
However, in the press report, it appears, “A gang of notorious goat-thieves were apprehended in the early hours of yesterday. In the car in which they were riding was a brownish-red goat having a long beard. Upon further examination, it was realised that the goat also had a greyish moustache.”
When the story appears, the police are naturally disturbed. A single thief turns out to be a gang of thieves. The goat also becomes a chameleon and changes colour to brownish-red. And a moustacheless goat overnight wears a greyish moustache whether you like it or not. Luckily the journalist does not add that the moustache was trimmed by a Swedish barber.
Yes, we have a few of such mischief-creating, chronically notorious journalists. But they are one in a hundred. In any case, we make the world. And we shall always do our best to make it a happy place to live in.
This article was first publish on Saturday, May, 20, 1995
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Mindset change: The Greater Works factor- Part 2
When I hear of people who are of the opinion that they cannot make it in life unless they travel abroad, l become sad.
Whenever I see on TV, news of people, that is migrants who have drowned in the Mediterranean Sea, while attempting to cross to Europe, l become filled with sadness and then anger.
The underlying factor is desperation born out of loss of hope, in life. When an individual tends to believe that his only hope of making it in life is to travel abroad, the risk of dying at sea, does not deter him or her.
The role of some pastors on shaping the mindset of people, especially the youth, leaves much to be desired. You hear them declaring on various media platforms how they can pray for you to get a visa to travel abroad, instead of encouraging them to find something to do to improve their lives as the Bible teaches that God will bless the work of their hands.
The GREATER WORKS CONFERENCE is geared towards renewing the minds of people with a specific focus on people of African descent to rid themselves of the negative perception of lack of capacity to excel in life.
Pastor Mensa Otabil believes that every human being, no matter the skin colour, was created in the exact image of God and therefore has the capacity to do exploits.
The whiteman was not created in the image of God while the Blackman was created in the image of something other than God. The Black person therefore can achieve whatever the whiteman can achieve.
The development in terms of industrialisation that is lacking which has generated unemployment for the youth, is due to lack of effective leadership. The lack of moral integrity in society, is what is causing the lack of job opportunities, which is as a result of corrupt acts which drive away private investment.
A culture of inferiority complex exists which needs to be dealt with, so the African can develop the self worth necessary for personal development which can then result in capacity deployment to avhieve personal goals.
Success in life begins with the individual’s recognition that he or she is capable of achieving the dreams he or she has conceived in his or her mind. The Bible teaches that the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and the knowledge of the holy is understanding according to Proverbs 9:10.
Christianity was the driving force behind the development of Europe because no society can sustain development without high moral values. GREATER WORKS therefore is a deliberate project to shape the minds of people, especially the youth, who will become the leaders of our future, to prioritise morality in their daily lives.
This is the only way to see a massive transformation in every aspect of our lives as Ghanaians and Africans in Ghana and the rest of the continent.
Since the inception of the GREATOR WORKS CONFERENCE, it has made a lot of impact in the lives of many people from the youth up to the senior citizens level. I recall the testimony of a church member who was motivated and pursued higher education and became one of the youngest Chartered Accountants in this country. Year after year, the impact of the conference has been enormous and lives in Ghana and across the continent, are being transformed.
Black people have started regaining their self confidence and the youth have started getting into areas that previously were considered out of bounds. At a personal level, certain ideas that some years ago, l would have not dreamt about suddenly has become realistic dreams.
The Christian lifestyle has impacted on my children and those close to me. Mindset change starts with one individual, then another and then gradually it spreads like a viral infection until a critical mass is attained and them a massive impact. There is hope for the future.
By Laud Kissi-Mensah



