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#ENEWSGHAdesa: The Flood – by Michael Thompson

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Santa Maria, January 2

 

The fiery flame was vaporizing my wax; I was growing shorter by the minute. Cached in one corner on a Milo tin on top of an old wall unit between mold-smeared walls and furniture, under rotting window frames, silhouetted against peeling paint flaunting damp patches, my drooling wax was the least of my concerns. It was the rain. It was threatening the leaking aluminium roofing sheets with torrential patters. As Sima lifted her bathed baby from the plastic basin to wipe it, she realised I was almost dead.

“I need to replace this candle, but your drunken father is now sprawled in his own vomit at the liquor shop, I know. Who will go out to get candles now?” I could hear her grumbling to herself.

Just then I heard paws pounding on the door amidst incessant whining as though the pounder was being pursued, and as Sima stretched to turn the knob while clutching her baby this way, the family dog rushed in, shaking off droplets of rainwater from its fur.

“The rain might get worse. I have to go buy some candles quickly,” Sima finally resolved.

She left me and the dog in charge of the baby, who was lying on the mattress in peaceful slumber with the basin at the bed’s foot, unperturbed by the heavy downpour. I continued to light their darkness, yet not for long…

 

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My cloud-sons are locking airs again, thundering and spitting rapid fire at one another. They were condensed hence had to splash their fury on earth. So they splashed, softly and rationally at first, until even I, the Sky god, could neither rest nor control them. I noticed as Sima, coated in hand-made polythene robe waded through the sparse puddles of water to get candles ahead of what might be a long, dark night.

I quivered at the consequence of what mere mortals would have to bear as a result of defiling the earth goddess, and spitting fume in my own face. Man has pushed me to my extremes. When I rain, I pour. When I burn, I scorch. I quivered for Sima and the little mortal she had abandoned in the darkness. She splashed and stumbled out of the marsh in which their house was seated; past the gutter her husband had built their house by; up the dumpsite along the snaky pathway with scattered household units arranged in no coherent pattern. I heard her thoughts: “If these trees hadn’t been cut, people would not have built their houses in the water’s way”.

The trees had been sawed into strong planks to construct a small bridge across a deep gorge created by the furious splashes of my cloud-sons. Sima trod cautiously over the bridge.

My cloud-sons splashed more rapidly…

“Can I get two candlesticks, please,” Sima requested, wholly drenched by the rain.

“Ei Aunty Sima, you hardly visit us these days,” the little attendant sparked off some conversation as she hopped onto a stool in order to reach the shelf.

“Was Oko Papa here today?” Sima moved on to weightier matters.  Oko Papa was her husband. Everybody called him that.

“Yes oo. He took two shots of the regular, danced around for a while and headed home when the sky threatened grey”. I hated her garrulous tongue, yet Sima seemed apathetic.  She had grown immune to his buffoonery.

Before she could pay for the candlesticks, the attendant pointed her finger precipitously with shock on her face.

“Look, Aunty Sima,” she screamed, “The bridge is being washed away.”

Initially, I felt the severity of the situation did not dawn on Sima judging by her lax approach to the news, until she opened her eyes in horror and exclaimed, “My baby”.

I observed from my Sky throne- hands tied- a poor mother dashing through the rain in utmost despair and fright for her lonely baby about to drown. And true, the gorge was her dead end. For when she got to it she noticed the rain had swept the wooden bridge away, filling the gorge to its brim and copiously cascading down the dumpsite towards their home with such rough force.  She started yelling for help, but the rain drowned her voice…

 

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The situation was getting dire. I had almost burnt my wick to my own death, save several inches sitting in the liquid of my wax. Yet I gave the baby a faint glow of hope. The rain was crawling in from underneath the door. It had filled the room, swallowing the legs of the bed, with the plastic basin floating tumultuously atop. The dog was barking and howling, loud enough to awaken the sleeping baby who started a little supplication for relief on its own, shrieking and kicking.

I was thankful when the door squeaked open.

Oko Papa staggered into the room, his eyes blood-shot, wielding a liquor bottle, sensing danger yet too drunk to react swiftly. He fell heavily in the pool, and dragged himself through it to reach his blood.

The door was ajar. The water flooded the room rapidly. The rain crept up the wall unit and swept away the Milo tin on which I stood. I fell, a splash…BLACKOUT!

 

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Sima was still waiting by the gorge when her neighbours arrived with her baby, clad in warm clothes, safe and cackling.

“We found her floating in the basin”.

Sima held her baby guardedly, as she would a missing but found nugget.

“He drowned while trying to save your baby, we presume”, one man told Sima as Oko Papa’s body was ferried by on a board by do-gooders, all wrapped in a traditional funeral cloth.

 

Nii Moi Thompson

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CHRIS KONEY: Adventure in South Africa’s ‘Jewel Of The Eastern Free State’

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By the kind courtesy of South African Tourism West Africa, I recently spent a week in South Africa, three nights in one of South Africa’s hidden treasures, a small town by name Clarens. I was part of about thirty players within the tourism industry and media practitioners from Ghana and Nigeria for the 2017 South Africa Specialist experience.

Clarens is situated in the foothills of the Maluti Mountains in the Free State province of South Africa and nicknamed the “Jewel of the Eastern Free State”. Established in 1912, it is named after the town of Clarens in Switzerland where exiled and former South African president, Paul Kruger, spent his last days. Clarens can be found 336 kilometres away from Johannesburg and about three hours by road.

In his autobiography, Long Walk to Freedom, celebrated African legend, liberator and former South African President Nelson Mandela expressed his feelings for the Free State as follows: “the Free State landscape gladdens my heart, no matter what my mood. When I am here I feel that nothing can shut me in and that my thoughts can roam as far as the horizons“.

Clarens is an artists’ haven with many well-known artists either living in or frequenting the village, with many art galleries scattered around the village square and the town. The tranquil village ambience combined with scenic views and a mild climate has made Clarens a popular getaway for city dwellers from Johannesburg, Bloemfontein and Durban, among other places. Clarens is known for its spectacular sandstone mountains and wonderful climate; it is one of the most picturesque spots in South Africa.

The transfer from O.R Tambo International airport to Clarens was organized by leading tour management outfit, Thompsons Africa. The journey was quite shorter than anticipated with Tefo Legobate as our tour guide on the day. He is a true professional with an all-around and deep knowledge about the region, making it a great engagement with him. Themba Ndayi from Thompsons Africa, on the other hand, will come in as and when the need is to give valuable information about the Free State and also answer questions about tour management mechanisms across South Africa and beyond.

After our arrival in the town and looking around with some members of the team, we had to make my way to the Clarens Wellness Day Spa for a shea aroma therapeutic massage. After the forty-five-minute spa treatment, we then made our way to the Protea Hotel in Clarens for dinner before going to bed to get rejuvenated for the next day’s activities.

By 9 am the next morning, we were at the Clarens Xtreme to start what will be a day full of excitement. By the way, Clarens Xtreme, the Great Adventure People, as they are called is a team of energetic adventurers seeking to experience the real world with a grassroots approach to adventure and team building. They have created amazing adventures that are meaningful and memorable on the path less travelled with an extraordinary experience.

Individuals, as well as groups of up to hundred people, can be catered for at Clarens Xtreme. It could either be school or education camps, fun adventure camps or perfect corporate getaways with great activities for all ages, shapes and sizes. Activities offered at Clarens Xtreme include White Water Rafting, Abseiling, Archery, Hiking, Leadership Challenges, Traditional Games and Paintball. Others are Zipline, Geology / Dinosaur Fossils, Volleyball, Soccer, Cricket and much more.

There is also the Clarens Oxwagon Camp, a unique ox wagon camp which is situated 7 kilometres from Clarens on the farm Linwood. Accommodation consists of 14 authentic, restored ox wagons, each furnished with 4 single bunk beds for up to 8 people. Each wagon has a braai with table and chairs.

The wagon is fitted with a light but no electrical point. Communal ablutions include classic bucket showers with hot water available, hand basins and flush toilets. In addition, a communal kitchen for the use of all campers consists of a wash-up area, 4 plate gas stove, fridge and a kettle. The function venue consists of a big hall and lapa area ideal for groups up to 200 people. A terraced bank on the mountain side of hall serves as an amphitheatre, with the side of the hall as a stage are. The huge lapa is ideal for end of year functions, unique birthday parties and a great school camp.

Our adventure on the day commenced with the daring white river rafting which turned out to be an amazing experience. It comes with a lot of thrilling moments especially going through the rapids though perceived initially as scary and dangerous. I guess the professional guides on each raft makes participants feel comfortable knowing they are not on their own.

After hours of rafting going through five categories of rapids downstream, we moved on to the second and last activity for the day, the Mountain Quad Zip-Line. Zip-line, also known in South Africa as foefie slide, consists of a pulley suspended on a cable, usually made of stainless steel and mounted on a slope. It is designed to enable a user propelled by gravity to travel from the top to the bottom of the inclined cable by holding on to or attaching to the freely moving pulley. These two made our day giving us a totally outstanding experience.

Have you ever heard of the Basotho Cultural Village? That was where we spent the third and final day in the Free State, experiencing another spectacle of nature and learning the culture of an ethnic South African group. The Basotho Cultural Village nestles in the heart of the Qwaqwa Nature Park which recently has been incorporated into the world-renowned Golden Gate Highlands National Park.

The Basotho Cultural Village is a real cultural treasure with a simple and fascinating architecture of the South Sotho and a host of activities which tourists can take part in. The village celebrates the culture and tradition of the Sotho people – huts are built and furnished according to the time period and one can enjoy traditional dancing, cuisine and some time with the resident sangoma.

A big highlight of a visit to this cultural village was the various walks in and around the area, including the Matlakeng Herbal Trail. This walking trail takes the visitor on a walk through the grasslands and woodlands, with impressive views of gorgeous sandstone cliffs. An Ngaka (healer) and social ecologist guide visitors and locate an array of roots, herbs, grasses, leaves and bark that have healing properties.

Soon, it was time to pack our bags and move to our next destination, Cape Town, the Mother City.

 

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William Aseidu, Francis Doku, Mic Yamoah, others for ATWAG vetting – Slated for 2nd December 2017

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After careful screening and selection of submitted nominations for Arts and Tourism Writers Association of Ghana (ATWAG) Executive positions, the Election Committee brings to the notice of the Candidates, Members, and the public at large, that, there shall be a vetting exercise come Saturday, 2nd December 2017.

The vetting panel, made of a 3-MEMBER revered personality in the Arts, Writing, Publishing, Tourism, Culture, Media, and Communication circles, seeks poised to do a professional and credible vetting to get the best Candidates to be voted for to become ATWAG Executives.

The vetting shall take place in the Board Room, Academic City, opposite Provident Insurance, Ring Road Central come Saturday, 2nd December 2017, at 9: 00 AM prompt.

Below are the names of Candidates selected for vetting for the various positions:

PRESIDENT: William Asiedu

VICE PRESIDENT: Francis Doku and Livingstone Lotsu

SECRETARY: Mic Yamoah

TREASURER: Frank Kwabena Owusu

ORGANISER: Mustapha Inusah and Isaac Kwaku Kpogeh

PRO: Eugene Osafo-Nkansah and Kwame Dadzie

RESEARCH OFFICER: David Mawuli and Vivian Abigail Oppong.

We wish all the Candidates the best of luck.

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Arnold Asamoah-Baidoo

(Chairperson, ATWAG Electoral Commission)

 

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Kwame Gyan presents 2017 instalment of “Note to Christmas Borgers” – READ!

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Indeed 2017 went skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka. Skidiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom. And before we knew it, Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun. Poom, poom, you know. Ah well, it is that time of the year again. We started this in 2014 and this is already the 4th installment. That’s like JM’s term in office you know! Year has been so fast. Same time last year JM was President. Now Nana Addo is President for less than a year but feels like forever eh?

Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Kwame Gyan and I bring you the 2017 edition of our friendly advice and to some, warning to the many many Ghanaians who have been saving some Euros and Pounds and Dollars to come blow time in the motherland. Here we go:

  1. Please stop ordering us to wait for you at Kotoka a whole two hours before the projected touch down of your flight. You know you have been doing this almost every year, or once every two years. We don’t like it. Even if we don’t meet you have you forgotten the way to your homes? Hoh!

 

  1. Please when you get into town, leave your jacket and winter boots in your house until you are dressing up to head back to Kotoka and away to wherever you are doing your ‘any work’. We know the weather back in your abrokyire is cold. Don’t be a villager to wear fur coats in our 32° weather. Eye nkurasesem paaa. And yes, it is hot here.

 

  1. We know you are making money in obimanso. We also know that you pay plenty tax. And some of you still owe the visa contractor who did your connection for you so your cash level no shada dey up. Don’t come and spend all the money you have saved buying champagne in clubs and spreading people like your father is Mugabe or Dangote. If you do the too known and go back, we won’t send you kapreba. Yoooo!

 

  1. If you bought something for someone last year and you come and you see him or her still wearing it, you don’t need to shout and say “eei you are still wearing this jeans I bought from Next? Efata wo paaa ooo”. Please we know you still have jeans you bought 5 years ago. We know before you left you wore clothes saaa until they were tired of alterations so stop that nonsense. You like that!

 

  1. As we told you last year, we are not villagers like that oo. You can’t buy as £2 and $5 shirts and tops and expect us to roll on the floor in excitement. We know it when what you give us is cheap. Oh we will say thank you. But don’t expect us to behave as if you just gave us a Saville Row suit or an Armage cologne.

 

  1. Please we know what the exchange rate is. We know. We don’t need the needless reminder. We also know that you know the exchange rate. Stop the too known and come and melt your Euros and Pounds and Dollars in piece. Stop that!

 

  1. Mall Update: Kumasi Mall has come oooo. We also heard the things you heard. Leave Kumasi people alone. I have seen plenty people walk into malls to buy 90 pesewas bottled water and spend the rest of the time taking photos. You also do same when you go to those fancy shops of yours. Let us think.

 

  1. Kyinkyinga has gained prominence again ooo my people. Right now kyinkyinga sellers can blow up fuel stations and the blast will not even affect the stones on the zinc roofing sheets placed over their grill. Massa it is not easy oo. You ask Kojo Yankson of Joy FM. He will tell you the whole story. Oh, the kyinkyinga people have not changed by the way: same price, smaller meat, bigger sticks. Don’t be too disappointed.

 

  1. Abrokyire boys, borgerfuo, do not come and spoil our girls and spoil the market for the local boys. Don’t open their mouths so wide that when you leave they are not content with our fianga pockets. Play with the girls you came with, and let’s play with ours. You girls too why do you always allow them to do that to you. I don’t gerrit.

 

  1. Has Ghana Police changed? For the where? They should change to what? You had better keep loose 5 cedi notes on you for the “massa we are here oooo”. If you break a traffic rule though, add some zero to the 5. And those of you who think you are home so you want to smoke that smoke, if you get caught you may have to add at least two zeros to the 5.

 

  1. We tell you this all the time: Please don’t ask us with a frown a hundred times about how it is like to live in Ghana and how you could never do that. You asked us last year and the year before. It has gotten old. Abufusem didn’t you live here before? Or your great grandfather gave birth to your grandfather in Liverpool and he gave birthday to your father in Liverpool and your father and mother popped you in Manchester?

 

  1. We told you about Uber last time, right? Well, it has grown and become bigger paaa. Our young gers have taken it like World Cup. Please just turn your location on and Uber yourself away. Again, if you do that your Abrokyire-Ghana comparison don’t be surprised if the Uber driver gives it to you. You can give him one star rating, he would have cleared his chest anyway. Remember we also use smartphones here eh? And yes, Uber is here and once you update your location and you order an Uber, it won’t be a car from West Virginia or Birmingham or Frankfurt that will show up wai. Stop that thing you do. Chances are that every small car you see in the road is an Uber. Just look for the phone holder on the dashboard.

 

  1. Yo, we don’t need YOU to tell US what the Christmas music list in Ghana is. So let’s tell you who the current biggest artists are or the songs we will eat bronya with: Kuami Eugene (the guy who sang Angela), KIDI (he sang Odo Yewu and one other popular song like that), Ebony – that girl who has no more than a handkerchief-size of material on all her clothes. She also sang I will Date Your Fada, Sponsor and some songs. Of course Shatta Wale, Sarkodie, Stonebwoy are the usual big boys on the list. Wutah have had the commonsense to realise that individually they are almost as useless as used toilet paper so they got back together and have an aptly titled sing called Bronya. Oh there is a guy called Patapaa. He has sang all the songs he will ever sing. It is called One Corner.

 

  1. Ei! I almost forgot. After 21 tries, Captain Planet has a hit song ooo. It is called Obi agye obi girl. He has tried saaaa and mentioned every girl’s name in 20,000 songs but still chale we were not seeing him. But now he has hit the jackpot ooo. But guys, do you agree Captain Planet should have just sang the chorus and not attempted a rap on the track? The rap be some way but the chorus dey bee. Anaa?

 

  1. Yes, Man’s Not Hot started from a studio in London. But we got it on whatsapp and Facebook and Twitter the same time those of you in Antwerp, Baltimore, Alberta and Lagos did. Don’t come and yell, “shiiite you guys have this song here too?”. It is not as if that song is anything out of the top biaaa too. And oh Michael Dapaah, AKA Big Shaq will be doing shows in Ghana wai.

 

  1. Please we love Mexican and Indian telenovelas paaa. UTV shows at least two of them running throughout the week. Adom TV has been showing an Indian one called Kukum Bagya for almost two years now, and from the look of things, they will be showing it for at least 5 more years. Oh, Abbi and Pragya, the leading characters even came to Ghana to break bread with their fans. The bread cost only 600 cedis moom. They even want to invite the main characters here to meet with their fans. It’s not easy oo. Warning: Do not try to change the channel in any home, else you risk what you don’t want to risk.

 

  1. While you are here, remember that in Ghana, whatever the government says, the opposition must oppose, and they must not necessarily oppose with suggestions. We are not like your people. Even if government says, ‘we shall stop galamsey which is spoiling our environment”, the opposition will say “the government is insensitive and is denying people of working”. That’s how we are. We like our democracy like that.

 

  1. Please the boys, if you meet any beautiful girl with nice fantabulous ASSets and she’s korkorr please pause and ask yourself this question: is my immediate atupa worth the potential wahala of tomorrow, which may include vivid description of your totoli, the transpo you give, and how well or otherwise you do the do? Giovanni chale how be? KOD all correct? Kojo Yankson where you dey do your ‘aboy’ for?

 

  1. Every year we tell you this but some of you have made your ears as hard as Francis Doku’s forehead so you don’t listen. We will keep saying it. Please don’t forget your malaria prophylaxis else your gluteus muscle will have to bear the pain of artemether in a G25 needle without an analgesic; your only consolation will be ” sorry 3y3 wo ya? Kafra.. Kafra.. 3b3 k) wa.

 

  1. Herh if you haven’t been told here our Facebook fights are not children ooo. If you like ask Maame Afia Akoto and Sam George or ask the High Commissioner to South Africa. When Ghana Facebook take you on, they take you on. Ask Kwame Gyan (oh that’s me eh) too. Or some guy called KOA and another one called Pope. Please don’t try to logically understand some of the fights. You won’t understand them if you attempt making sense of some.

 

  1. Oh there is a new group in town called PepperDemMinistries. What do they do? Oh they fight for female and girl child rights by insulting all men and blaming men for everything including why night comes after day and why our feet face forward and not backwards when we walk. Let’s just say they are taking the gender, woman rights fights a few notches lower. If you fool with them they way they will insult you and your unborn generation eh! Hmmm. For writing this, consider me fried. They will tell us how useless these series have been though the smile and laugh in their rooms.

 

  1. Please take note that the social media space in Ghana is manned and marshalled by armies and nations whose members and leaders feel they are a nation state and so they don’t play child’s play. I won’t say anything. I have no armies of nations to defend me when they attack so I leave it here.

 

  1. Every year we talk about that your irritating Yankee or British accent that you bring into this town. See, lose that accent before you enter the Ghana airspace. No, in fact, lose it at the immigration of the country you are coming from before you get onto the tarmac. See, we know you ooo. We know you can speak like us pepeeepe so don’t come trying to do that rubbish. What! For the last time, once again, before you come here to speak English in a way that will have us asking you “pardon, pardon, pardon”. See, Kofi Annan has stayed in New York longer than you but he speaks normal English. In fact, if you start that your nonsense accent, we will insult you.

 

  1. Please the potholes are still there. You may remember some particular pothole your taxi run into that made you spill a drink in your beautiful looking £5 dress. Well, that pothole is still there. It was filled ooo but somehow it opened again and brought along with it some friends. So please get ready. Oh but Nana Addo will sort out all those issues soon.

®Kwame Gyan

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GUEST BLOG: Telenovelas And Excess Brainwashing Of The Ghanaian Woman

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The issue of the high patronage of telenovelas and other soap operas in Ghana has been going on for a while now. From the days of Acapulco bay, passions, to the top most trending Mexican telenovelas like Esmeralda, Juana la virgin, Rosalinda, Maria de los Angeles, cuando sias mia, el cuerpo de deseo, what life took from me etc. It could be argued that, a lot of time and attention have been generously invested into these soap operas.

Women are mostly renowned for their constant interest in almost anything that fully expresses love coupled with a dose of intense passion; and Ghanaian women are no exception! Our market women (who have now become movie directors and producers in their own right), would sit for hours on end to literally debate and sometimes even argue over some specific scenes which in a way didn’t turn out the way they expected.

However, it is an undeniable fact that the kind of “’dramatic romantic love” depicted in our favorite Mexican telenovelas has greatly affected the psychological thought pattern of Ghanaian women by pushing us to raise the bar of our expectations and also redefining the meaning of true happiness in our marriages and relationships.

Let me just use myself as an example. I was (and probably still is) addicted to series from the Mexican Telemundo, Televisa or whatever the name of the production house is. I never made it a point to miss any of those series but whenever I was hindered by circumstances beyond my control, I trusted UTV, TV3, Metro TV or whichever channel in question to grace me with a cool repetition on a Sunday afternoon. These movies successfully shaped up my thought pattern and gave me a definition of what LOVE should be and feel like. Anytime I saw Fernando Jose fight for the love of Rosalinda in the open or whenever I watched Octavio and Marie Cruz go for a swim in the lake as he gently kissed and caressed her body under the sun, placed those lilies in her hair and tried every single day to make her see how he dearly loved her beyond doubt; I always imagined it being done to me instead.

I can boldly say today, that many of my failed relationships were as a result to paying so much attention to these soap operas. I expected so much from my partners in terms of passion and in our day-to-day activities and whenever they couldn’t make that up to me, I would then conclude with my then popular phrase, “He doesn’t love me enough.”  there were times I would deliberately walk out in an argument and expect my partner to run after me and hug me from behind and whisper in my ears and say “I love you baby, I will never let you go” just like what Mauricio de la vega would tell Juana la virgen… dreamy right?

What we fail to realize as Ghanaian or African women is that, those exhibitions portrayed as love in those series is not the actual deal in reality! There is no running and kissing in the rain with lilies or roses in our hair, there is no swimming naked in the lake forever! In real life, there are arguments, 60% understating and even care, there is stress, there is something called a job which consumes almost your entire life, there is something called space, heart breaks and there are tears… real salty bitter tears which are mostly shed on pillows at night!

The addiction to these telenovelas can literally cause depression. Since they are mostly designed to suit the minds of women, you’d notice that every single scene shows you what you think you might be missing in your real love life; you’re given a new concept of what happiness should be and how your life must go so once you’re denied your new expectation of love, over thinking sets in, then depression comes to stay.

It’s okay to enjoy these series once in a while without getting too involved and attached. We as women should cease to place ourselves in positions where we would be easily swayed and brainwashed to the extent of wrecking our very own marriages and relationships.

It’s okay to love and to desire for happiness in relationships but do not let it be defined by another man’s creation or concept you see on your television. It’s about time we understood that real love in real life is undefined!

BY: Nana Yaa Asabea// email: nayascolumn@gmail.com// instagram: @naya_233// twitter: @naya__233

 

 

 

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MENZGOLD GHANA LIMITED: Why You Should Own Gold!

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There are many options to consider when contemplating an investment opportunity – there are shares, bonds, and tons of other opportunities provided by an always active market.

And then there’s gold.

The mineral of choice for royalty throughout history, gold has many uses besides its utility as an investment tool.

However, this article is to talk about why gold stands out as an avenue for investment.

Many other forms of investment are more common than buying up gold, but gold possesses some unique advantages over stocks, bonds and good old cash in hand. Most especially because in times of trouble, people find solace in the long guaranteed security of gold holdings.

Below are ten reasons why you should go out and get yourself some gold reserves right about now…

 

History

Quite simply, gold has historically held its value, even in times of great financial volatility. So whether it’s as a short or long term investment, you’re guaranteed value for your money.

Holds against inflation

Inflation tends to reduce the value of investments but not that of gold, which historically tends to increase in value as cost of living rises. For the investor, it’s an excellent hedge against when things get hot in the economy.

Deflation

On the other hand, when an economy suffers from deflation, Gold prices actually soar. So either way, your investment is secured.

Rarity

Gold is quite rare on the planet, even though it doesn’t look like it. Because it’s a naturally occurring element which has to be mined and not a human creation like currency and other means of trading, gold is quite rare in relatively.

A substance that rare has immense value as market forces indicate. When demand is high and supply is low, prices soar.

Strengthens as Dollar Weakens

Historically, the dollar has been the world’s foremost trade currency, due in large part to the U.S’ status as the world’s most powerful nation – but it has never been the strongest performing currency. And gold prices inevitably soar as the performance of the dollar falls as people try to put their currency in other forms in such times.

Soars in times of Political Uncertainty

We live in a time of geopolitical uncertainty all over the world, and despite what one might think, gold prices actually go high in such times. The one guarantee that makes gold survive almost all crises is that people trust in its certainty during uncertain times and flock to it, raising its price.

Soars in times of Financial Uncertainty

Just like in times of political uncertainty, gold prices rise in times of financial uncertainty, and the reason for that is largely the same. Gold has always held value to man and is one of the oldest forms of currency we have. When people panic over a financial meltdown, they run to what they know would always have value – gold.

Provides Secure Back-Up To Other Investments

The biggest mistake any investor can make is pouring their money into stocks and bonds and neglect the safe guarantee of gold. As we’ve seen over and over, factors that make other forms of investment go down makes gold go high.

Options

Gold is the jewellery of choice for royalty all over the world and thus has immense value in relation to other items. And owning gold always means you have the option to sell it not just on the financial market, but on your own to a lined up buyer, or to use it for your own purpose. And as we’ve established the value of gold is usually pretty high due to its rarity.

Conclusion

As investments go, you can scarcely do better than good old gold. Everyone knows it has value and it has maintained that value for millennia. It survives all times of crisis, be it economic or political, and it rises even when other forms of investments fall. Gold is secure, gold is familiar and gold is valuable – and people always prove that by flocking to gold when they think they’re in trouble. That alone shows why gold would always be an incredible route for investment.

By Menzgold Ghana Limited, a fully owned Ghanaian company that undertakes dealership in Gold, Diamonds and other precious stones and metals.

Menzgold Ghana is committed to putting smiles on the faces of its loyal customers and the general public and build a formidable business partnership that will be mutually beneficial.

 

 

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Call for Nominations !! Arts and Tourism Writers Association of Ghana (ATWAG) Executive Committee Elections

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After many years of putting their house together, giant personalities in Ghana’s arts, culture, tourism, and showbiz writing circles have formed a well-knit association known as the Arts and Tourism Writers Association of Ghana (ATWAG).

The association, which is duly registered embraces the culture, entertainment and tourism writers, publishers, culture and arts advocates.

Currently, it has a membership of 60 drawn from notable media houses including the Ghana Broadcasting Corporation (GBC), Graphic Communications Group Limited, Excellence In Broadcasting (EIB), the Despite Group of Companies, Global Media Alliance, the Multimedia Group of Companies and Media General. The association also has many reputable freelance writers and bloggers.

After the registration of the association and completion of other necessary paperwork, the Electoral Committee of ATWAG hereby calls for the nomination of registered members of the association to vie for the following positions:

  1. President
  2. Vice-President
  3. Secretary
  4. Treasurer
  5. Organiser
  6. Research Officer
  7. Public Relations Officer

Members interested in contesting for any of the offices listed above should express their interest in writing addressed to the Chairman, ATWAG Electoral Committee through email – artswritersgh@gmail.com by providing the following details:

  •   Full name of Candidate
  •   Position of Interest
  •   Organisation
  •   Position/ Designation
  •   Telephone Number (s)
  •   Email

The nomination should reach the Chairperson not later than 13TH November 2017. Thank you.

Signed:

Arnold Asamoah-Baidoo

(Chairperson, ATWAG Electoral Committee)

+233244887301

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