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Monsieur’s daughter —(Part 7)

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‘Sir’ Ms Odame said when David As­ante answered the call, ‘my name is Victoria Odame. I’m a teacher at Research School in Koforidua. I would like to come and see you concerning a student called Sarah’.

”Okay, madam. I would be very glad to meet you. How can I make your trip easier?’

‘I was going to join a bus to Ac­cra’.

‘Here’s what we will do. Take a taxi and ask them to bring you to Accra. I will speak to the driver, give him the directions and pay him when you get here’.

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The taxi stopped in front of the house. The gate opened, and the driver moved to the long driveway and stopped. ‘What a beautiful house?’ He said.

David and Adoma came out to meet them. Adoma paid the driver as David and Sarah stared at each other.

‘Please come in and sit down’, Adoma invited. She served them with water.

‘You are welcome’, Adoma continued. We have been waiting anxiously since you called this morning. So please, let’s hear you’. Before she could open her mouth, Sarah rose, moved to David, hugged him and sat on his lap’.

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They both broke into tears. Adoma and Ms Odame also broke into tears.

‘Sorry madam’ David said. ‘This whole episode has been a very dif­ficult one. But let’s do the proper thing. Let’s here you first, and I will also speak. I’m sure we need to answer some questions immedi­ately’.

‘Okay sir. I have been taking an interest in Sarah, because although she’s brilliant academically, she seemed to be troubled.

Following my discussions with her and some whispers I had been hear­ing, I went to Aboso Senior High School, and spoke to your former colleague, Mr Hanson. He told me that you were an exemplary teach­er who was loved by all, and he also told me about the unfortunate events that caused you to leave for Germany. So I returned to Koforidua with the view to finding the appro­priate means of helping to solve this problem’.

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‘Great. Ms Odame, I have to thank you for finally helping us to solve this problem. Now, let me state the facts. This is what happened.

‘Gladys and I met and got married whilst we were both teachers in the school. Some months into our mar­riage, she told me that she needed to spend some days with her par­ents, and I agreed.

It turned out that she was actually spending time in a hotel with her ex-boyfriend, Simon. This happened again, after Sarah was born. I got wind of this, and told her that I was no longer interested in the marriage.

I started preparing to travel to Germany. She pleaded for forgive­ness, but I stood my ground. Then she told me that she would punish me for rejecting her.

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She came out later to say that Sarah was not my child, but Si­mon’s. She went and hid her some­where, obviously expecting that I would fight to take my child. I was actually going to do that, but my parents advised me that it was al­most impossible to win such a fight.

They advised that difficult as it sounded, I should leave the child with her, because she would come back to me eventually. I have absolutely no problem taking care of you, Sarah. I am taking care of quite a number of kids who are not mine. So that is what happened. My hands were tied. I have been trying to find out how you are doing.

I kept hearing that you were doing well at school. I also heard that Gladys and her husband were having problems, but I kept hoping that my daughter would at least be okay till it was possible for me to go for her’.

‘Sarah, now you have met your dad. You will be free to …’

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‘I’m not going anywhere! ‘ she declared as she held on to him’.

‘You don’t have to worry about that, Sarah’, Adoma said. ‘We have been looking forward to the day you come home. This is your home. Now, you have to meet your sib­lings’. She called Abrefi and Adaa­wa.

‘Girls, we told you that you have a sister who would join us anytime. Now here is she’.

‘Sarah?’ Abrefi asked.

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‘Yes’, Adoma replied. The girls hugged her and took her away.

‘Now’, David said, ‘I think it is time to call Madam Gladys’. He dialed the number.

‘My name is David Asante. I’m here in my house with my daughter Sarah. I hear you have told her all sorts of crazy stories about me. I could make life very difficult for you, but I won’t.

You are your own worst enemy. I don’t think you should be expecting her anytime soon. What do you say?’

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Gladys stayed silent for over a minute, and cut the line.

‘Food is ready’, Adoma an­nounced. ‘Everybody please come to the table’.

Sarah chatted excitedly with her siblings as Adoma and David chatted with Ms Odame. She kept staring at her father.

‘Now, Ms Odame, after you have brought such joy into our home, should we allow you to go back to Koforidua today, or should we wait till we are ready to release you? I could call your husband and ask permission.

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And please don’t tell me you didn’t bring anything for an over­night stay. There are several super­markets around here. We can fix that problem quickly’.

‘I will beg you to release me. Now that I have been so warmly wel­comed here, I already feel part of this home. Koforidua is not that far away, so I will visit often’.

‘Well, let’s see what the kids have to say. Ladies, shall I release Ms Odame to go back to Koforidua? ‘

‘No!’ They shouted, and all broke into laughter.

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‘Ms Odame, I will have mercy on you. But we are going to do some­thing to make it easy for you to visit us. My wife wants to show you something. Please follow her’.

‘Adoma led her to the driveway as they others followed. They stopped in front of the car.

‘This is a Toyota Corolla 1600. It is very reliable, and good on petrol consumption. We are giving this to you in appreciation of your help in getting our daughter back to us.

And here in this envelope, is a little contribution to help you with maintenance. And here in this other envelope is a gift to help with your children’s school fees’.

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As she stood, stunned, and stared from the car to the envelopes, Da­vid put his hand around his family’.

‘Let’s leave her to take a look at her car. Ms Odame, one of my drivers will drive you to Koforidua and leave your car with you. We are waiting inside’.

By Ekow de Heer

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Musicians, the Whiteman’s toilet and MEGASTAR

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Carlos Sakyi

I have often been saddened by the condition of Sikaman musicians. Of course, some are not musicians. They are jokers who think anybody who can sing a hymn is a musician. And why wouldn’t they think so when people think that every man wearing a rasta hair is a reggae musician?

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Well, these days, almost everybody is dreaming of becoming a musician, even some ministers and parliamentarians. And it is never too late for them to begin learning the solfas and composing songs like “If You Do Good You Do For Yourself,” after all, life begins at 60 these days. If you die three years later, that’s your luck.

For the jobless, becoming a musical star is an everyday dream. They think when you are a music maker, you automatically break alliance with poverty. They are often mistaken.

I know people who claim they are musicians but are always fasting not because they are devout moslems or are on a hunger strike, but because even one square meal a day is a perpetual wahala. And the only drink they can afford is the poor man’s holy whisky which has a thousand names including ‘Nyame Bekyere’.

Even most of the popular musicians we see in town claiming they are foreign-based stars are more of hustlers than musicians. When they tell you they are going on tour abroad, it is a careful way of saying they are going overseas to scrub the whiteman’s toilet or pick tomato or apples to save their neck from musical poverty.

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When they are back to Sikaman, they appear quite flamboyant with chains hanging all over them. They change the few dollars they have scraped, spread it around and promptly get broke. Then they can organise another ‘tour’. In between tours, they struggle to release an album and that levels them up a bit on the financial balance.

It all points to the fact that the life of the average musician isn’t quite organised. He has no calendar, no programme and no concentration on the job. He has to wash plates, become a waiter, janitor and toilet scrubber while finding time to make music. No musician succeeds in life that way.

One musician I’ll always respect, who thinks deeper than the ordinary Sikaman musicians is Carlos Sakyi. He is not like the Kokoase guitar musicians who see the world just in terms of bitters, a willing girlfriend, constant supply of kokonte and jot.

Carlos, often loved for his percussive overtones in gospel music, and once a gospel-rock star, has studied the life of Sikaman musicians and has evolved a blue-print for a great improvement in their lives work, finances and comfort.

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In short, he has simulated a Motown-style environment for musicians and his formula is working with accuracy with the five musicians he has started with. The blue-print is what has brought MEGASTAR into being.  It was launched on September 15, 1995 at the National Theatre.

When it got launched, many probably thought Carlos was “too know or was dreaming more than he should and won’t think about himself. Anyhow, the MEGASTAR is now an institution musicians can look up to, a big phenomenon with lots of promise for struggling musicians.

Music business in the developed world is not the way we regard it cheaply here. A musician is never distracted by how his finances go; his contracts are entered, his engagements made, his interviews arranged, his personal security guaranteed.

Music is his business and that is where his mind is and his attention focuses. Other aspects of his life are programmed for him by his managers. They hire who has to light his cigarettes, massage him, drive his car and the one who will say “Good Luck” when he sneezes.

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A bodyguard whose face is exactly like that of the devil is hired to scare off muggers, psychopaths and criminals in general. Sometimes his girls are organised for him.

So the only thing the musician does apart from sleeping and snoring is to concentrate on making music, and true to it, no one can succeed in any venture when he is distracted.

This is how the Michael Jacksons, Lionel Richies, Dolly Patons and Whitney Houstons have made it with dollars packed and over-flowing. They aren’t any better than Sikaman musicians. The only difference is that they know how to organise their lives.

I managed to corner Carlos Sakyi and asked him to tell me how MEGASTAR was doing. He is the Managing Director of Megastar Limited, a music company that has a board of directors and a chairman. Carlos Sakyi shares the proprietorship with a partner. Carlos himself was one great musician who played for a band that beat Eddy Grant on the charts.

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“Megastar is in fact a concept born out of the idea that the future security of the Ghanaian musician which has always been in jeopardy can now be guaranteed. Artistes spend too much of their time doing things on their own, chasing money and not concentrating on music. So their full potential is never realised. Some are in fact producing at quarter-rate. That is why they aren’t making much headway,” he told me.

“Megastar is now giving them the chance of the lives.  We handle the interviews of Megastar artiste, their press releases, costume, engagements and everything they hitherto used to do themselves. We get them exposed on M-Net and we have contacted BB to get on their programmes. We handle their finances pay them salaries and bonuses, so they only have to concentrate on music

“Most importantly,” he continued, “we do not make all the decisions. Management always meet with the musicians to take the decisions that affect them.”

But who are the Megastar musicians? One is the great Amakye Dede, a star from birth delivered onto the earth with music on his lips; he is the man who feeds hungry ears with musical salad and harmonic sausages. He is the recipient of many national awards.

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Next is Naana Frimpong, a latter-day Carlos-groomed songbird with the voice of an angel. She sings to kill. Her beauty has charmed her audience and they stare and stare at her.

The sensational and fantalising Tagoe Sisters are the next. The twin music machine is one that has produced the cream, arguably the very best, of gospel music all these years. I hear they are inseparable; not even their better-halves can keep them apart. Are they Siamese? They dance, and when on stage, they move the crowd.

Then comes Reverend Yawson who is a known songwriter. He is imbued with the Holy Spirit, speaks in tongues and of course sings in tongues. He is God’s representative on the group.

What about my good friend and super-heavyweight, Jewel Ackah?  He is a star figure. His appearance is awe-inspiring, his voice golden. A great delight to be-hold when at his best in stage-craftsmanship, he has beaten his contemporaries to it both on land and on sea.

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They are the pioneers of the Motown idea. They are all releasing new albums this year. Let’s see how it all goes.

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The rise of female rage: Unpacking the complexity of women’s anger

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In recent years, the term “female rage” has gained significant traction, symbolising a collective shift in how women’s emotions are perceived and addressed.

 This phenomenon is not merely a fleeting trend but a profound movement rooted in centuries of systemic injustices, personal betrayals, and societal expectations.

As women increasingly reclaim their anger, it is imperative to understand the multifaceted nature of female rage, its causes, and its implications for individuals and society at large.

The historical context of female anger

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Historically, women’s emotions have been subject to dismissal, ridicule, and pathologisation. The term “hysteria,” originating from the Greek word for uterus, was used to describe women’s emotional states as irrational and uncontrollable.

This legacy of silencing and shaming has contributed to a culture where women’s anger is often suppressed or stigmatised.

However, with the rise of feminist movements, women are challenging these narratives, asserting their right to express anger and demand change.

The anatomy of female rage

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Female rage is not a monolith; it is a complex and multifaceted emotion driven by various factors, including:

1. Societal expectations: The pressure to conform to traditional roles of passivity, politeness, and emotional labour.

2. Gender inequality and pay gaps: Frustration stemming from systemic discrimination in the workplace and beyond.

3. Sexual harassment and abuse: Trauma and anger resulting from pervasive violence and objectification.

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4. Emotional labour and burnout: The unsustainable burden of managing emotions and responsibilities in personal and professional spheres.

5. Hormonal fluctuations: The impact of hormonal changes on emotional states, often overlooked or dismissed.

The power of anger: Reclaiming female rage

Far from being a destructive force, female rage can be a catalyst for change. When acknowledged and channelled constructively, anger can drive advocacy, policy reform, and resistance against inequality.

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The #MeToo movement, women’s marches, and increased representation in politics are testaments to the power of collective female anger.

Addressing the Stigma: Towards a more inclusive dialogue

To fully harness the potential of female rage, society must address the stigma surrounding women’s anger. This involves:

1. Validation and recognition: Acknowledging women’s emotions as legitimate and worthy of attention.

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2. Creating safe spaces: Providing platforms for women to express anger without fear of backlash.

3. Education and awareness: Challenging stereotypes and promoting understanding of women’s experiences.

4. Support systems: Offering resources and support for women dealing with trauma and systemic injustices.

Conclusion

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The age of female rage is a moment of profound transformation, where women’s anger is no longer silenced but celebrated as a force for justice.

By understanding the roots of female rage and addressing the societal structures that fuel it, we can move towards a more equitable and compassionate world.

The journey is complex, but the destination-a society where women’s emotions are respected and their voices are heard is worth the struggle.

References:

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[1] Chemudupati, P. (2022). _The Rage of Women: A Historical Perspective_.

[2] Traister, R. (2018). _Good and Mad:

By Robert Ekow Grimond-Thompson

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