Conspirated ledgers and Accounts?

Not only has the story of the UT and Capital bank takeover take center stage of airwaves  since it broke, it has turned laymen into Bankers and investment advisors on the streets, along with a ton of conspiracy theories spring up each day on the sidelines.

I am not a banker and wont try to be here, matter of fact this write-up has nothing to with finance, I personally think we are blowing this take over thing out of proportion, is it because these two banks had something to do with a renowned Pastors as a board member? and the others C.EO who’s is been quoted to have denounced paying his tithe?

The irony for me has always been that from afar it  looks like GCB is a better performing bank, but we all know what they stand for, this move was possible because of their financial strength, but come to think of it am happy there did,  picking up the liabilities and avoiding another front page Saga,

 Going back to the conspiracies, is it really true  that the books of these affected banks were cooked? and at one point they even outperformed the bank they belong to now ?well then that will not be God punishing them,  paying your tithe will not get you out of this. An Akan proverb translate, “If your mm is dead and you claim she is sleeping,  you grieve alone”.

As I write, I ponder how the boardrooms of these two sides will play, as the affected parties are stunned and disarrayed by the move, glasses click on the others side for a successfultakeover. such is life and so will it be, your spoils benefits your victor, “Schadenfreude”.

 

 

 

 

 

So what if We found a Watch on Mars?

Just at the end of the past month, Ghana successfully  breached the voids of space by adding its name to the list of countries with a satellites in orbit, a milestone for the country in the front orbital exploration. but come to think of it are we ready to accept the results of  our “space poking” and is its bearing on our faith largely.  like the old theologians asked the evolutionist what if you found a watch in the sand? i ask same of what will be of our faith , say we find a village of  thinking men or aliens or less, a life sustaining planet on any of the planets we are in the rush to discover.

This is no conspiracy or Sci Fi gimmick, there is a satellite up there now, Kepler its called and there have been some before it, and am pretty  certain this wouldn’t the last of Man’s inquisition to know where there is any for of life out there.

Its not the Inquisition that scares me, my woe has always been how we handle the outcome, and not too long ago, the  world could not  handle the controversy when it become bare that Pluto was less of the term “Planet”.  A wise saying in a Akan loosely translate “when you poke a corpse eye you will see its ghost” funny some how our eyes have been literally burnt before, by the apollo conjunctivitis only God   knows what we could have ended up with.

Speaking on this subject issue with a learned cleric, his quote was that “God entreats men to explore the depths of his creation being the universe and everything within  if it is intended to exalt his might”.  but the question I ask is, is that reason behind  billion dollar expense on our voyage into space.  I dare to say  “NO”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ghana, 60 years in 6 pages: a layman’s outlook; independence, Coups, Democracy.

Extracts from the book No Perfect Man, by IB Bakar.

Ghana’s political landscape has always been laced with scandals and scenic plots in its entirety, the births of a self-governing state in itself rose from the ashes of a disturbance which was sweeping across the continent and around the world repelling colonial imperialism, the Brits couldn’t resist the chats of independence whether it was now or in shortest possible time. But Nkrumah had other plans, some called it betrayal, he called it an aggressive claim of something that was “our birth right” his aggression took him places, prison and the hearts of many to end of the world. Chants for his release was strong, so strong that he was released to rule as the redeemer he was.

The fall of colonialism gave birth to a softer version which was imposed by Nkrumah himself to pursue all his ideals and development with little distraction, and then his troubles began, constant critics of his futuristic developments at the time and his and overzealous dream of merging Africa into a single socialist bloc. He globe-throttling the Africa and the world, selling his ideals, it was on one of those fares that the inevitable happen. , Nkrumah was out,  At long last, not his life, like the previous attempts but his reign, “operation cold chop” as it was dubbed cited Nkrumah’s  poor economic decisions and mismanagement and his unilateral governance as cause for his overthrow, whether it was that or the foreign interest who saw his tilt towards communism, there were popular support for his dethrone; some made merry in the stress of the capital on “his day of shame”. Nkrumah never became himself after his overthrow the son of Nkroful sort refugee in sekoture’s Guinea till his passing, watching his dreamland contoured and his brain child, the CPP and its affiliates molested and thorn apart in the frigid cold like Pangaea in the ice age, a land he still think he is napping in if the dead were indeed in a state of REM,

The NLC did a fair job of liberating the Republic from Nkrumah’s drowning to capitalist bay, familiar face selling amorous but poisoned darted free market strategies, the kind Nkrumah loathed to death. Severing Nkrumah’s ties with the world and forging new ones. Economically, their earlier years were better than Nkrumah’s last thanks to fine-tuning linked to the World Bank and the IMF, arriving in grey hounding speed; they came bearing more than technical support, rice wheat in the tons as a gesture of gratitude for doing their bidding.

Living standards were better at least for the armed forces, living in a tax-free haven, whiles the coup masters adorned each other in ranks gaining grounds on Plato’s republic. Life was tough for the average, their promised freedoms was like a mirage in the distance, civil rights for citizens and journalist was not enshrined in their decrees, strikes and press hear-say could land you a sizable jail term. Further widening tribal line, a plight never to repair years on. If power corrupt absolutely that was it, after 3 years, 8 month 6 days their promise to relinquish power soon came to bear in a quasi-democratic government with allied interest of K.Abusia and Gbedemah taking center stage in the 1969 elections, an election where parties campaigns promised utopia to teaming masses in the blurring cheers.

Busia before the second republic was an NLC advisor and before that was an ardent critic of Nkrumah’s economic policies, and an indisputable stringer in his overthrow. He was a master orator who spoke the queen’s language with finesse, but that wasn’t enough to save the economy which was drenched in “depths of debts”. His intellectually backed senate had a lot to do with arcane directives that led to repatriation of foreign investments and workforce in various sectors of his economy, a move that came with a reprise on Ghanaians living in neighbouring Nigeria among other unpopular cuts and schemes in attempt to salvage the economy, whiles his heads of states took turns changing hands. He suffered the fate of Nkrumah on his travel to seek better health by a bloodless coup of the redeemers; one would wonder how these names were coined.

The coup was bloodless because there was less obstruction against it, the masses thought they felt better under decree than statutes Achemapong’s N.R.C government introduced socially feasible projects, amongst them; self-feeding programmes and the nation’s utmost vow to inspire patriotism among citizens, by then the porous economy needed more than a theme song and arable subsistence. Their solutions, rebranding, from NRC to SMC and change of driving hand to right to accommodate their newly purchased Gulfs.SMC II saw a short reign under a year when Lt General Akuffo preps for democratic governance never saw light they were cut short by junior ranked officers, a boiling pot they failed to quench properly a wrong move like Batista’s handling of the Castro’ brothers, Contain rather than annihilate; they always come back to bite.

Gentle Jesus as he was known rode of the gallant call of both the civil service the General public with student activist from various tertiary institutions taking lead, by then many Ghanaians had loathed both the military and the civil government and didn’t know which hand was better, then Rawlings popped up, his flamboyance and verve was what broke him out of death row he was more than adored he was loved.

his slaying of  trialled “corrupt figures” has been a fault line issue with mixed felling depending on Who you asked, his reign sandwiched Ghana third republic a short ride by hilla liman, Ghana’s “Mujca”, a man he help to take the seat or to fill his seat whiles he fuelled for the PNDC long ride through Ghana’s history, Rawlings’ rule was like any junta, his economic development were laudable his personality was mystical. He was feared and loved, gaining popularity among School going kids, his stentorian voice was his trademark. His greatest achievement was the shift to civilian rule which he served 2 terms and at the dawn of the 20th century all eyes were watching his next move. He left making way for Atta mills who lost on his party NDC ticket to the NPP which traces its linage to the Busia’s PP tradition and  transmogrified over the decades.

The NPP under president Kuffor furthered socialist ideals far from their capitalist inclination thanks to reliefs and grants he sought to deliver Ghana from it economic distress his two term tenure was vended to be better than the PNDC and NDC together, an inflated campaign tagline for party power which they lost to Atta mills on his third knockings.

Mills was Meek through his campaign routes, canvassing sometimes of foot in the harsh equatorial heat wave; he won popular support and topped it with electorates of “Tain”. By then his lead contender had relegate interest in a never-ending election.

Soon after his induction oath and its variance from the CJ’s even market women deduced he was a little shy of the man he was before, but his sparing attempts to zip up corruption and strengthen the economy were magnanimous, then death pitchfork struck, the nation lost its first sitting head of state under cloudy circumstance yet to be put to rest, the country was under bereavement, but far shy of Pyongyang public outpour for Kim 1, it was enough to tame political nerves for the imminent election, something mills always prayed for as a man of peace. His void was filled by his god son, a man who became de facto head of state in his latent years as Veep, a man who was no stranger to politics through his days as parliamentary representation and column writing as Mahama’s hammer.

The 2012 presidential election was an attestment of Ghana’s of mature and resilient democracy. The contest was taken from the polling booth to the witness-box in the first publicly broadcasted election petition, a petition that was filled by the NPP and its flag bearer Nana Akuffo Addo a name that resonates through Ghana’s political roadmap, indelible and indisputable. When the verdict read, the plaintiffs fiery quest for triumph had turn blue through the winding tale-telling, like most Ghanaians, it wasn’t in their favour, but they renounce an appeal attempt to redress for peace to thrive

Fast forward to 2016 Mahama is geared up for a second term Akuffo is poised for a third try age, tribe and religion taking lead in the issues that will influence the wavering of the thumb in Dec 7, an election that is going to break grounds regardless who wins.

Throughout Ghana’s history stood a few entities that rode on its voyage to the 21st century, the ever-changing mind of the Ghanaian masses, whose shifting taste and preference lead Ghana through its baton changing leadership, a world ranking media which was either a propagandist tool for government to further is work or a an instrument of rebellion to against government oppression even in the days of military rule; it had been flared, and deterred to speak, but spoke regardless even to death for some. And the watchful eyes of foreign interest like an eagle in the firmament ready to poke and twitch the dinghy towards their ideological buoys, which came with a price.

Ghana’s woes, mainly basic necessities still exiting whiles the corruption most leaders sort to cripple now swamp up entire governments, an impediment shackling her potential growth. Her recompense is drawing contrast to her neighbours and the block, a compromise for it leaders to do more. But like the kente, each tint whether dull or bright contributes to the masterpiece it is; a blockbuster of tales.

NO PERFECT MAN C, 11-20

 

Ghana, 60 years in 6 pages: a layman’s outlook; independence, Coups, Democracy.

Extracts from the book No Perfect Man, by IB Bakar.

Ghana’s political landscape has always been laced with scandals and scenic plots in its entirety, the births of a self-governing state in itself rose from the ashes of a disturbance which was sweeping across the continent and around the world repelling colonial imperialism, the Brits couldn’t resist the chats of independence whether it was now or in shortest possible time. But Nkrumah had other plans, some called it betrayal, he called it an aggressive claim of something that was “our birth right” his aggression took him places, prison and the hearts of many to end of the world. Chants for his release was strong, so strong that he was released to rule as the redeemer he was.

The fall of colonialism gave birth to a softer version which was imposed by Nkrumah himself to pursue all his ideals and development with little distraction, and then his troubles began, constant critics of his futuristic developments at the time and his and overzealous dream of merging Africa into a single socialist bloc. He globe-throttling the Africa and the world, selling his ideals, it was on one of those fares that the inevitable happen. , Nkrumah was out,  At long last, not his life, like the previous attempts but his reign, “operation cold chop” as it was dubbed cited Nkrumah’s  poor economic decisions and mismanagement and his unilateral governance as cause for his overthrow, whether it was that or the foreign interest who saw his tilt towards communism, there were popular support for his dethrone; some made merry in the stress of the capital on “his day of shame”. Nkrumah never became himself after his overthrow the son of Nkroful sort refugee in sekoture’s Guinea till his passing, watching his dreamland contoured and his brain child, the CPP and its affiliates molested and thorn apart in the frigid cold like Pangaea in the ice age, a land he still think he is napping in if the dead were indeed in a state of REM,

The NLC did a fair job of liberating the Republic from Nkrumah’s drowning to capitalist bay, familiar face selling amorous but poisoned darted free market strategies, the kind Nkrumah loathed to death. Severing Nkrumah’s ties with the world and forging new ones. Economically, their earlier years were better than Nkrumah’s last thanks to fine-tuning linked to the World Bank and the IMF, arriving in grey hounding speed; they came bearing more than technical support, rice wheat in the tons as a gesture of gratitude for doing their bidding.

Living standards were better at least for the armed forces, living in a tax-free haven, whiles the coup masters adorned each other in ranks gaining grounds on Plato’s republic. Life was tough for the average, their promised freedoms was like a mirage in the distance, civil rights for citizens and journalist was not enshrined in their decrees, strikes and press hear-say could land you a sizable jail term. Further widening tribal line, a plight never to repair years on. If power corrupt absolutely that was it, after 3 years, 8 month 6 days their promise to relinquish power soon came to bear in a quasi-democratic government with allied interest of K.Abusia and Gbedemah taking center stage in the 1969 elections, an election where parties campaigns promised utopia to teaming masses in the blurring cheers.

Busia before the second republic was an NLC advisor and before that was an ardent critic of Nkrumah’s economic policies, and an indisputable stringer in his overthrow. He was a master orator who spoke the queen’s language with finesse, but that wasn’t enough to save the economy which was drenched in “depths of debts”. His intellectually backed senate had a lot to do with arcane directives that led to repatriation of foreign investments and workforce in various sectors of his economy, a move that came with a reprise on Ghanaians living in neighbouring Nigeria among other unpopular cuts and schemes in attempt to salvage the economy, whiles his heads of states took turns changing hands. He suffered the fate of Nkrumah on his travel to seek better health by a bloodless coup of the redeemers; one would wonder how these names were coined.

The coup was bloodless because there was less obstruction against it, the masses thought they felt better under decree than statutes Achemapong’s N.R.C government introduced socially feasible projects, amongst them; self-feeding programmes and the nation’s utmost vow to inspire patriotism among citizens, by then the porous economy needed more than a theme song and arable subsistence. Their solutions, rebranding, from NRC to SMC and change of driving hand to right to accommodate their newly purchased Gulfs.SMC II saw a short reign under a year when Lt General Akuffo preps for democratic governance never saw light they were cut short by junior ranked officers, a boiling pot they failed to quench properly a wrong move like Batista’s handling of the Castro’ brothers, Contain rather than annihilate; they always come back to bite.

Gentle Jesus as he was known rode of the gallant call of both the civil service the General public with student activist from various tertiary institutions taking lead, by then many Ghanaians had loathed both the military and the civil government and didn’t know which hand was better, then Rawlings popped up, his flamboyance and verve was what broke him out of death row he was more than adored he was loved.

his slaying of  trialled “corrupt figures” has been a fault line issue with mixed felling depending on Who you asked, his reign sandwiched Ghana third republic a short ride by hilla liman, Ghana’s “Mujca”, a man he help to take the seat or to fill his seat whiles he fuelled for the PNDC long ride through Ghana’s history, Rawlings’ rule was like any junta, his economic development were laudable his personality was mystical. He was feared and loved, gaining popularity among School going kids, his stentorian voice was his trademark. His greatest achievement was the shift to civilian rule which he served 2 terms and at the dawn of the 20th century all eyes were watching his next move. He left making way for Atta mills who lost on his party NDC ticket to the NPP which traces its linage to the Busia’s PP tradition and  transmogrified over the decades.

The NPP under president Kuffor furthered socialist ideals far from their capitalist inclination thanks to reliefs and grants he sought to deliver Ghana from it economic distress his two term tenure was vended to be better than the PNDC and NDC together, an inflated campaign tagline for party power which they lost to Atta mills on his third knockings.

Mills was Meek through his campaign routes, canvassing sometimes of foot in the harsh equatorial heat wave; he won popular support and topped it with electorates of “Tain”. By then his lead contender had relegate interest in a never-ending election.

Soon after his induction oath and its variance from the CJ’s even market women deduced he was a little shy of the man he was before, but his sparing attempts to zip up corruption and strengthen the economy were magnanimous, then death pitchfork struck, the nation lost its first sitting head of state under cloudy circumstance yet to be put to rest, the country was under bereavement, but far shy of Pyongyang public outpour for Kim 1, it was enough to tame political nerves for the imminent election, something mills always prayed for as a man of peace. His void was filled by his god son, a man who became de facto head of state in his latent years as Veep, a man who was no stranger to politics through his days as parliamentary representation and column writing as Mahama’s hammer.

The 2012 presidential election was an attestment of Ghana’s of mature and resilient democracy. The contest was taken from the polling booth to the witness-box in the first publicly broadcasted election petition, a petition that was filled by the NPP and its flag bearer Nana Akuffo Addo a name that resonates through Ghana’s political roadmap, indelible and indisputable. When the verdict read, the plaintiffs fiery quest for triumph had turn blue through the winding tale-telling, like most Ghanaians, it wasn’t in their favour, but they renounce an appeal attempt to redress for peace to thrive

Fast forward to 2016 Mahama is geared up for a second term Akuffo is poised for a third try age, tribe and religion taking lead in the issues that will influence the wavering of the thumb in Dec 7, an election that is going to break grounds regardless who wins.

Throughout Ghana’s history stood a few entities that rode on its voyage to the 21st century, the ever-changing mind of the Ghanaian masses, whose shifting taste and preference lead Ghana through its baton changing leadership, a world ranking media which was either a propagandist tool for government to further is work or a an instrument of rebellion to against government oppression even in the days of military rule; it had been flared, and deterred to speak, but spoke regardless even to death for some. And the watchful eyes of foreign interest like an eagle in the firmament ready to poke and twitch the dinghy towards their ideological buoys, which came with a price.

Ghana’s woes, mainly basic necessities still exiting whiles the corruption most leaders sort to cripple now swamp up entire governments, an impediment shackling her potential growth. Her recompense is drawing contrast to her neighbours and the block, a compromise for it leaders to do more. But like the kente, each tint whether dull or bright contributes to the masterpiece it is; a blockbuster of tales.

NO PERFECT MAN C, 11-20

 

My Faith VRS The Hogwarts sequels.

20 years ago, an unending story began, it was a story of a  “Messiahed” Wizard who was to end the reign of the most vicious wizard of all time, a story loved by so many, so much it took seven years to eclipse and with many more extracts following the main event throughout the process.

I personally loved the Harry Potter story, so much that I had autographed photo, one of my priced item, until it got defaced through some horrendous accident. Back in my teens harry potter was not just a story, knowing a few spells and enchanted portions could earn you a date with  your long time crush on any Senior High School campus. but when I grew up I came to love the tales behind the Author, J.K and her battle through hard times of anxiety, rejection, and more, challenges that warranted giving up, but she urged on regardless. And on that delayed train trip to London, her “Eureka” moment came through. A true rags to  riches story. but  just like any good story, there are detracts, and on it’s 2nd decade, I look at how people of faith prejudice a “wizardry themed novel.

So why the fuzz if she wrote about  wizards, well for most cultures and faith, wizardry is not to be mentioned and any attempts to fantasize its appeal, was deemed evil, J.K herself  recounted an encounter with Arab man  who after shouted ” you will burn in hell” at her amongst many, in other instance various Christian faith had banished her for what they claimed was occultism and advised for a barn of her books  in curricular schools.

Being a northern and for that matter a Ghanaian I have witnesses the horror meted against people who are acclaimed to witches, a visit to the Gambaga witch camp 

will exemplify how my part of the world views and treats  witches( largely because they are all females). There have been times  where people with underling metal conditions have been rushed to the police station rather the hospital accused of being witches with dehumanizing  act done against them. ( funny the thought of what to charge them with).

Back to Harry Potter, so whiles reading one of the series ( the Goblet of fire) My inquisitive mum wanted to know why I kept smiling,

So I showed her the back photo saying “this woman has written a nice book about witches and I wished you could have read it ( My mum could barely read past three lettered words but am always proud of her passion to learn more)

Then she replied,

she even look like one, I hope you are not one too ?

We laughed it off jovially, but it was the norm when we were growing up to if you ever did anything surprising you were taunted to be one.

But I also asked the question was harry potter just about wizardry, No there was more to the story than just that asides the overwhelming literary creation the book brought into being, the bedrock of the story to me was more about sacrifice and perseverance, when Harry realized what he calling was he never reclined he did all he could to save the wizard world, and this is a story that has similitude In many faiths and traditions.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gamble in the Gulf, a thrilling masterpiece; suspense, murder, love; all in one.

My attempt at writing a feminine inspired thriller based in the Arab world … hope you enjoy my opening ……

It had been 8 years, six month and three days into her life of hiding, she kept tabs, day and night since  it  happened, the indecent that change everything for her, her family, her life. Now she sought shelter in a foreign land, deep under the cover of dusty Gulf deserts. her pick was faultless, it had done the job of keeping her safe for the years, but she also knew  there was a bounty oh her head out there, alive not dead and even thought the talks about her and the tragedy  had died down, she never compromised with her protocols, how to live a new life, a life whose past was fame and glamour, a life of an award-winning  model accused of butchering his husband to death; a heir to dictatorial regime whose wealth and ties made everything possible,

She had to do more to survive.  that was now the life of Francesca Mann a name synonymous with two things, beauty and a beast. 

Her name was now  Arwah,  Arwah  El wahsh, loosely meaning “beauty the monster” she loved it the moment she thought of it and luckily she found a way to hide behind it with closure in the gulf and in Arabic.

Her Grey satin niqabi gave her full body clad, armoring her against the stares and prominence she enjoyed in her previous life, and for a glamour model that meant her life had come to a stand.

The post Jum’ah rush had picked up just as she exited into the fruit and vegetable market in Dammam, it was mid of June and the heat waves and humidity levels were unbearable, with periodic sandstorm sweeping blindly without care for anything in its part. it was a perfect day for a poolside sun tan, but she knew she couldn’t.

Sallam, she spoke flawlessly, Persian Arabic and Farsi like she had been born with it she learnt all that  by herself, blending perfectly like and Arab,  her disguise was full proof,  so she thought, but little did she notice the eyes that had been stealthily tailing her for months, her stalker, she passed by  him and a few Vendors as she moved deeper into the market, little did she know her end was tonight, she had been made.

 

first job first love, waiting tables; traits and qualities I stole on the job.

After Tertiary in Ghana and most part of the world all student are mandate to undertake a year-long compulsory state sponsored  internship programme dubbed  “National service”  ideally intended to instill patriotism and a way contributing to society until it lost it purpose, but that is a conversation for another day. My write up today tales how I stumble into the hospitality industry, and how I fell in love with it, I call it the fine-tuning stage of my life.

At first, it was a bit uncomfortable for me, not only did I know nothing about the trade, It was my first time experiencing  such a bustling work environment and for a “shy Joe” like I was then, I had issues fitting in at a go. But thanks to the efforts and coaching of many Individuals whose naming could take another day, I took to it like a duck to water.

Today I sit far from the Hotel and the Industry for that matter, I have had other jobs, over the years not related to its activities, but thanks to what I gathered whiles on the job I am adequately equipped for any challenge.

The first thing your learn as a waiter is patience, the kind it takes to see a cocoon morph and just as the name of the trade, your duty is to wait on your Guests’ needs  at his “beck and call” they call it, as always, this was a test of ones Ego and composure, but you must endeavor to deliver at all times.

Before I took the waiter job everyone who knew me  could tell I had self-esteem issues, I could barely speak to anyone outside my close circle of friends and much worst when it  came to the opposite sex, even though I haven’t completely gotten over that fear, I can confidently say I am far a better version that my pervious self and constantly bridging the gap a day at a time. Additionally, I was able to relate to different people from diverse backgrounds and personalities, so whether it was business travelers from the Gulf,  Students  from Europe and Australia or Sun seekers from Lebanon, there was always something to share or talk about.

lastly, the trait to smile regardless, of course there are days your tummy might ache, or you just don’t feel like talking but for a waiter there is no such thing like a bad day, your quirks are always hidden, you walk around with a “sixth sense” and thus a divided mind is more or less recipe for a bad remark and for where I worked (a four star milt-national chain) good was the benchmark.

There were some that were just add ons, poise and deportment, neatness, and the ability to sell, the gratuity was the icing on the cake.

my highs were when guest  will asked of your Name, after a fruitful encounter, then you can tell they have cherished your company, the nostalgia still lingers in my mind years on.check out the first job of your favorite celebs

Accra-Guangzhou-Accra, How Our quest for everything cheap could be Our end: plastic in my rice.

Our special today is synthetic jollof rice served with collagen injected chicken sauce.

Don’t be surprised, this could be the real deal behind the jargons at your favorite eatery.

Over the weekend and the throughout the month, there has been videos and photos of people realizing their favorite rice meals were actually plastic, for some  it was after a gulp or two,  and the sheer awe for  me was why on earth would someone do such a thing? from the producer to the importer to the chef who cooked it ? didn’t someone notice it was plastic?

funny enough I had  a bowl full of rice just before coming to work and my thought were unsettling could I have also been the next victim?, I couldn’t wait to get home. gracefully after putting my left overs through rigorous testing schemes it passed the test it was real jasmine rice.

The bigger question is who do we blame, China?

where it is more than mere speculation, the origin of such schemes, there has been phony import of almost every thing, beads, textiles & fabric, even Our trademarked “Kente” wasn’t spared. but are they to blame? for a country that allows Intellectual property (IP) counterfeiting and a global manufacturing hub  you are sure to come across knockoffs and fakes however the move from personal effect and electronic gadgets to edibles is disheartening

Secondary School Economics taught us that, demand rises with price  but these nefarious Chinese businesses don’t follow this principle, they will rather keep price stable and pay for the cost of production through ploys like these.

So didn’t the importer see the rice was plastic?

well so long as he or she is not the one eating  they don’t care that much, besides these are mostly  well to do people who would eat the best of the best ( probably local brown rice in this case ) whiles the poor and the ignorant suffer.

For a country which abounds in wetlands and fertile grounds for almost everything that grows it is surprising and shameful when you learn the tonnage of rice we import yearly,  “this fake rice” saga is not just a scare on our health, its repercussions digs deeper as rice has become our favorite staple.  And for the ordinary consumer, don’t be a  price tag buyer, it’s a cheap bargain for your health.

 

 

“millennials”: underestimated or misunderstood? a modern day dilemma.

“Unfortunately, we are unable to employ you, your skill sets and experience levels are below average”. If you have ever been rejected after a well sought after job  then you might have come across my opening line or a better phrased one, well I have and it had a toll on but sitting here today, I am proud because I learn a thing or two from it.

My story today tries to counter the varied arguments that 21st century businesses, raised about employing “inexperienced” grads, the battle between Experience and Esprit.

The break point as usual is how much they know, of course why should one employ someone who has little or no expertise at their expense, you would have to orient, train and this valuable time that managers may not have,  once they settle there is always the risk of them running off with what they have acquired.

Some do get in, but many get out why because they may not  be adequately positioned to handle the pressures of work, strangling them out of their newfound job, others go in with high demands and unacceptable behaviors setting bad precedents whiles marring the trust of Business owners and the appeal for their kind.

But there are success stories worth replicating here in Ghana by many cooperate firms and Government (both past and  the current) where young lads have been offered leadership roles in the various Capacities and levels of Governance, beyond the Country,  the case of David Litt, who became Speechwriter for  former U.S President  Barak Obama at the age 24 was a highlight for me.

Our aim as millennial is to change the perceptions and thought of negativity held against us by setting the standards high everywhere we go,  of course there are few bad nut in every palm cob. but there a few rough gems in there with the ideas to turn your business around. Find one..