So Precious!!

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Along the beautiful, winding road to the East


The easiness of the heart is like none but falling manna


Sure! That smooth curve is so perfect a shape, just like banana

Look! Beyond the edge lies the panorama of a savannah

My body, soul, and spirit worship the Lord for this creation

Who but Jehovah has perfectly established this nation

And so much more; the skies, the rivers, and mighty oceans

Thank God for perfect revelation, else a painful evasion

Indeed the Mighty One is only righteous

His mighty deeds are so marvelous

He parades great works so virtuous

Even my beloved so … precious!

Inspired by wonderful thoughts flooding through my mind as journey from Accra to Koforidua one weekend. later dedicated to Adwoa Amuah

What a Welcome, Snatcher !!!

I had always dreaded the move from Cape Coast to Accra, the simple reason being the heavy traffic, general insecurity, and probably complex organizational politics existing in Ghana’s capital – Accra. To move from Cape Coast to Accra made it extra challenging, considering the fact that I had adapted to the ancient capital and the capital of the Central Region of the republic of Ghana-Cape Coast:

Firstly I obtained my first degree in the prestigious University of  Cape Coast (University of Choice). I further did my national service in the university with a fair taste of the university community while I served in capacities related to the Computer Scienct and Information Technology Department, Center for Continuing Education, the awesome University Interdenominational Church (UIC), and a host of others. The experience and wonderful networks established was simply wow!

After a long deliberation, the giant move was made!!

I reported to work the first day at the IT department of Central University College. The welcome was extremely warm (though with a bit of skepticism). We toured various offices to announce our presence. This “tour” led by Mr Gustave Amuzu was really important to me, as it helped me gained a good overview and perspective with ease.

The early days of my work was filled with interesting events (many of which I will narrate in another post).

The most memorable one, however, happened on Thursday, 19th February 2007. The day was really long because I had decided to do some major troubleshooting on my laptop. Though I finished quite early, I hesitated my sudden departure with the hope that traffic will reduce significantly. It sure did go down after 20:00 hours GMT in line with my expectation, but with a big price!! It happened in the popular Circle Station, where I picked a “trotro” to my home in Madina.

I had gotten into my vehicle with a big sigh of releaf. I picked my MTN phone to check on a couple of messages. The busy atmosphere surrounding Circle Station was lost as I drowned into my personal world to dream of the future and the weekend’s heavy schedules. Little did I know I was being monitored by an experience “phone snatcher”. His planned entrance to my seat was the opened windown of the passenger right behind me. With absolute agility compared to the revered speed of light, he snatched my phone like a hawk snatches a chick from a mother hen. The thief walked through the countless parked big vehicles and joined a host of  other suspects of thiefs (presumably). Some passengers screamed while others kept absolutely silent in total disbelief. Many of the passengers, especially the women (who looked quite compassionate) rained insults and strong curses on the thief. The whole journey was filled with narrations by passangers detailing their previous experiences with such people. The curses from the passengers soon dwindled my self pity into compassion for the thief. I said a prayer,…and thought aloud, “What a welcom!!?”

I am back!!!

The break was worth it.

This is life after service. I equally brought along those who walked the four-year journey. Perhaps bonded!!

Dust ain’t settled yet!

Service has officially come to end. The university has awarded personnels with certificates while the secretariat has sent questionnaires and other forms to gather data on the just ended service. The month of August is tagged the “leave period”. But can Charles define it as such?

My decision to stay on campus or move to Accra went through several phases. It is still in progress.

…worth pondering on, Ray

Having been in the same class over the years back in Prempeh College, Raymond Cluver Amofa-Baah (aka, Ray) was noted for his resoluteness and determination. His quest to achieve excellence always drove him to go the extra mile. In the face of mishaps it was amazing how he saw things in a wonderful perspective.

Seeing former president of South Africa, Nelson Mandela’s words in his facebook board brought back vivid memories of this adorable friend.

It reads:

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us, it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” Nelson Mandela

Indeed these are deep words. What do you think?

A Private wedding ?

Gone are the days when one could simply do something in absolute obscurity. Advancement in technology makes it almost impossible!!

If you’ve had a taste of Ghanaian culture, you’ll certainly agree with me that the family, to a very large extent, stays united and throws its unimaginable weight behind great occassions like wedding, which is the natural process of sustaining the already structured African family.

What then caused it? My wonderful cousin and family almost kept the majority uninformed! This gave cause for suspicion..

A conclusion reached… still pending.

Kind of weird.

Ghanains gradually recovering from shock

The blow was certainly hard. The motto “host and win” was finally meaningless as the Indomitable Lions snatched the first-place ticket from the host nation- Ghana.

Following the match between Ghana and Cameroon was the cracker between Egypt (the current champs) and Cote D’Ivoire-  another hard nut.The final score line was far from expectation. Ghanaians had company at last ! The Ivorians ‘ humiliating defeat seemed to have consoled the mourning Ghanaian funs. 4-1 in favour of the Egyptians was unbelievable. Ghanaians could be bold to say they lost honourably. That didn’t erase the hurt of the previous game involving their home team.

The blame game started there and then. The over “20 million Ghana coaches ” started the postmortem. Criticism came from everywhere, ranging from the coach’s selection to the players’ commitment. Some were clearly at a lost as to what to say. Pain was scribbled on every forehead.

Analyzing present phone-in sessions on radio and TV speaks of recovering funs.

Our encounter with Cote D’Ivoire  awaits us tomorrow. What about “host and bronze”?