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The death threat of the dancing mosquito
I have just been informed that mosquitoes in Sikaman are manufactured in Dabala in the Volta Region, from where they are carted to Sogakofe where there is a depot to receive them in transit.
From Sogakofe, they are distributed all over the country to as far as Paga. But before they reach places like Paga, they are so lean and weak and cannot bite hard.
People claim Dabala is where the mosquito factory is located because Dabala mosquitoes have distinguished themselves in several ways.
They have jaws and muscles and some of them are so plump and might be suffering from hypertension and cholesterol. Some of them are in fact so fat they can’t even smile, sorry fly. But those with moustache do not bite. They only dance.
When I was a young student, my colleagues at St. Paul’s Secondary used to tell me that mosquitoes on their campus were not common mosquitoes. They had teeth and could tear any mosquito net and descend on their victim. Some students, therefore, decided to use calico to sew their nets to avoid ‘death by mosquito squad.’
Whatever it is, the mosquito is a very romantic creature. It doesn’t only bite. It sings love songs to the annoyance of the human ear. When they are two or three in number, they form an orchestra and entertain all night long. I hear it is the males that sing. As for the females they are always busy looking out for a bite. Fear woman and live long!
Sikaman doctors are always thankful that mosquitoes are in abundance in the country. The mosquito gives them money. Doctors at private clinics make their money via the female mosquito. About 80 per cent of heath cases are malaria-related.
So if you want to wipe out mosquitoes, a private doctor is likely to warn you before informing you that mosquitoes have the constitutional right to live.
If you want to wipe out mosquitoes from Sikaman without parliamentary approval, we shall deal with you. We shall make sure that mosquitoes enjoy their right to life. This will be by decree.
Well, mosquitoes will have to be wiped out any way if we can because some of us are too prone to malaria. Kwame Alomele, for instance, suffers from malaria fortnightly. Just one mosquito bite is enough to knock me out but I’m now used to the situation. Now malaria to me is like another stomach upset. In any case the drugs are becoming less and less effective in curing the disease, so most often I leave the disease to cure itself.
MYTHS
There were and are many myths about the tropic’s most common disease- malaria. When the cause of the disease was not known, it was generally attributed to bad air from which it got its name -MAL (bad) RIA (air). People were advised not to breathe the cool night air because it had malaria parasites in it. They did not know a tiny creature was causing all the havoc.
Even today, some people attribute malaria to beer drinking. Some say too much bitters give malaria. Others claim too much of sex makes one prone to malaria. If that were so, my uncle Kofi Jogolo would have died a century ago. His stylish moustache not-withstanding, he is well addicted to beer, the brand doesn’t matter. He takes bitters occasionally and openly declares that he has a restless waist. I don’t remember the last time he got sick of malaria.
So the cause must naturally fall on the mosquito. That is the culprit yesterday, today and forever. The problem with the mosquito is that it is difficult to wipe out unless the environment is carefully attended to- no stagnant water, no water in empty milk tins, no bushy surroundings, and no choked gutters. It is a very versatile creature which can breed anywhere water collects for a while.
As it were, no mosquitoes are bred in Dabala and distributed via a depot in Sogakofe where I once lived as a kid. That was where I thought I could beat my elder brother but I often made the wrong judgement.
He was a quiet fellow and I was more open and aggressive. We fought a number of bouts and although I was losing 70 per cent of the fights, I still had hope I could floor him, taking into consideration my style, footwork and agility.
I relied on speed and aggression, but the guy was, growing faster and bigger and had more punching power. He would beat me to coma-point but I fought back gallantly and once I was praised for my accuracy and precision in punch delivery.
Years later, my Mum told me when we were at Sogakofe I was sick of malaria so often and it was so frequent she thought I wouldn’t live. But Kwame Alomele has always been a survivor. When I learnt recently that Sogakofe was a distributing point of mosquitoes, I realised I had once lived in dangerous territory where I started my early boxing practice.
My concern with malaria is not so much about prevention but cure. Prevention lies in our hands-KEEP A HEALTHY ENVIRONMENT but cure is becoming a problem. Chloroquine which used to be the most medically suitable drug has apparently lost its ability to deal with the disease.
Some doctors I spoke to said this is happening because people are self-medicating and abusing the drug. For example, if you do not take the full course of chloroquine and only go half way through, all the parasites wouldn’t die. The remaining parasites will survive and later get inured against chloroquine. So further administration of chloroquine least bothers the parasites.
The doctors say chloroquine is still the most effective drug. If so, there must be some education on drug use countrywide and on why people should not self-medicate. They should not self-medicate, for instance, because the disease might be typhoid and not malaria; and typhoid cannot be cured by chloroquine.
But one thing the doctors will have to explain to me is why I have malaria so often when I am not a sickle cell patient.
This article was first published
on Saturday, May 16, 1998
Merari Alomele’s
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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
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
