Saturday 11 June 2016

RAINFALL IN GHANA: A BLESSING OR CURSE?

Like any other natural phenomenon on earth, rainfall has rendered its loyal service to humankind, animals, the vegetation and other living creatures since time immemorial. The role and significance of rainfall cannot be over-emphasized. Its sole purpose is to replenish the water on the surface of the earth and underground. 

In recent times of climatic change, the rainfall pattern is unstable and most at times there is delay of the raining season. In a worse situation where there is lack of rain for a prolonged period of time, its certain consequences are extreme shortage of water for domestic and commercial activities, poor crop yield and eventually, famine.
In such times of drought, it is not uncommon to find some sect of people devoting themselves to praying to Tefnot, the goddess of rain. Perhaps when praying and offering sacrifices to Tefnot, these superstitious folks in their angst and long wait for rain forget to appease Mehet-Weret, the goddess of flood. In her towering rage over the err of the people, she ostensibly influences Tefnot to set the rains free from the shackles of the clouds. The clouds in their protest, become dark suddenly but alas, it rains ‘elephants and whales’ which unexpected by the people, leads to flood as intended by Mehet-Weret.  “We prayed for rain but not this disastrous!” , such statement, you will hear from theses disappointed people as they ignorantly address their indignation to Tefnot who upon hearing this swears to delay the rainfall for a far more longer period than before.

Very hilarious and primitive as it is, this is the mythological belief about rainfall and the cause of flood among some Egyptian tribes, Mayans, Greeks, and Aztecs and so on. This belief varies from tribe to tribe including those of Sub-Saharan Africa. Not all the people of Ghana are this superstitious but as a nation, we have our own story to tell when it comes to rainfall.

The climate of Ghana is tropical and there are two main seasons: the wet and the dry seasons. Northern part of Ghana mostly experiences its raining season from March to November whiles that of the southern part is from April to mid-November. From the reports of Ghana Weather Averages, rainfall in the country ranges from 78 to 216 centimeters (31 to 85 inches) each year. Rainfall benefits the nation in many ways. As an agricultural country with many important crops grown here, most of our farmers do not have the required capital to afford irrigation facilities for constant supply of water on their farms hence they depend directly on rainfall. Agriculture plays a vital role in our economy and when there is drought, it results in food insecurity in most parts of the nation. This means that rainfall has a control over our economy to some extent.

Need I mention that without rainfall, the water level of the Akosombo dam will not be enough for the generation of hydroelectric power for nation-wide consumption? Certainly not! If you are a child in the remote areas and your household is not privileged to have the luxury of a polytank during water shortage, you will be duty-bound to walk long distances in the quest of fetching water from the rivers and streams of nearby villages. The sound of rainfall charges up everyone and as the mothers engage themselves by putting their buckets and pans under the roof to get enough of the rain that will sustain their households for a week or two, the children in particular like to enjoy getting wet in the rain and playing in the puddles that are created by the rain water. Rain simply beautifies the atmosphere all around us provided it is in reasonable amount.

Rainfall is supposed to be a blessing, bringing joy to the people of our land but this is not so when it rains heavily for long hours, the water level rises and there is flood. Like last year, our country is facing floods in many places. We barely had time to overcome last year’s miseries and again we are pushed into the nook of darkness. Rainfall that lasts for just about an hour to some residents in flood prone communities doesn’t definitely seem a blessing but a curse in disguise. A day ago, on my way to board a bus at the Kwame Nkrumah circle station, I wasn’t shocked at all when I heard some adults and children pray, cry and rant their own version of the popular nursery rainfall rhyme, “Rain rain go away. Go and come another year, innocent lives dread to die by the flood war you always win” It was a very funny and though I shared in their cry, I don’t think it as wise for people to sit down idle, doing nothing in preparation against flood during the raining season and merely wish that the rains recede. Even if their wish is granted, won’t they cry again as such next year?

Majority of Ghanaians especially those in Accra are now suffering from ombrophobia (the fear of rain) after the June 3rd twin disaster which claimed the lives of 159 people. When you hear that the Meteorology Service has issued a severe weather warning and is forecasting heavy rain over the week, you see people having terrible twinges in their chests, shortness of breath and screaming ‘Oh not another storm!’ It is of a truism that flood is scary and has caused people to have no home to sleep, no food to eat and no one to look after them but the scarier fact is that we haven’t learnt our lessons yet and worse is to happen. No wonder that last year, a Canadian bet US$ 10,000 on Accra flooding again this 2016 and he has obviously won. We are probably waiting for more human resources and properties to be lost to the flood before we start putting things right. Have we been good citizens and kept the vows we made last year of stopping the indiscriminate disposal of refuse in the country?  It is very cynical that some people still see it as an opportunity to damp rubbish into the rain water since that would cost them no pesewa. They may not face the consequences of their actions directly but the fact that an innocent person will be made to bear it, such people should be humanitarian enough to know that you cannot live in convenience in the threat to human life.

Most Ghanaians enjoy making the ballyhoo about problems. This is when the blame game starts: the populace blame government and government blames the people, as the cause of the floods in the nation. Even supernatural forces get their share of the blame. Is it always that when rainfall comes to visit us, he brings his sinister brother, flood along? No! So far as we put things right; so far as we see to it that our drainage system is working effectively, this won’t be the case.  Flooding remains a global issue but Ghana’s seriousness in curbing it or alleviating its effect to me, is minimal. It is about time we stopped flood from being a recurrent disaster in our beloved country. This seemingly insurmountable socioeconomic malaise must be tackled head-on once and for all.

What can be the solution? We need to act today because if we don’t, for many of us tomorrow may never come. This problem is not only for NADMO to solve. Every citizen’s active contribution and compliance to regulations is needed. The Town Planning Council must ensure that builders acquire permission before buildings are erected to safeguard the water ways from being blocked. The pre-existent buildings erected on water ways and in flood prone areas must be demolished. So far as it is in the good of the citizens of the nation, this is no cause for alarm and no brouhaha must be entertained concerning this action.

In some places, retaining walls, levees, lakes, dams, reservoirs or retention ponds must be constructed to hold extra water in case there is flooding.  Also, drainage systems must be covered and kept free from objects that chock them. This way, water can quickly run through it when it rains and minimize any chance of town flooding. In the fight against flood, education cannot be exempted. The people need to be educated against the indiscriminate disposal of refuse in the country, laws must be made against it and culprits of this law must be dealt with drastically as deterrent to others. Garbage cans must also be placed at vantage points in all parts of the nation to reduce refuse littering on the streets and gutters. Our gutters must also be widened and de-silted frequently.

The rain has taken up again and already there have been reports of people losing their lives and properties to flood in most parts of Accra especially Kaneshie, Malam Junction, Teshie, Nungua, Kwame Nkrumah circle and Madina. I believe that if the above listed measures and others are put in place, flooding will be a thing of the past to posterity.

I agree with Vladimur Nabokov when he says, “Do not be angry with the rain; it simply doesn’t know how to fall upwards” Well, I don’t want to be bias regarding this issue so I ask, “Rainfall in Ghana: A blessing or curse?” You be the judge!


©Francis Aheto
(Nana Yaw ƆkƆriƐ Smiling face with Sunglasses)
ahetofrancis@yahoo.com
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Wednesday 1 June 2016

Article: Sustaining Our Land


As the days run into years and over, our rich culture as Ghanaians is
inevitably eroded in a gradual process. It was very disgraceful to see
a young boy pass by confidently without greeting the elders of the
community. It sometimes cast your thoughts back to the virtues of our
forefathers.

Being blatant on an issue as this is imperative because before the
inception of modernization, our communal values were vividly
displayed.

Being a tertiary student does not make you a degree or diploma holder
instead upon your successful completion and attainment of required
targets at the tertiary level. It must therefore be a role and a
responsibility to respect others who couldn't make it there. Do not
forget that our system of education does not give an ideal guarantee
of your success, you could also fail in your journey. Conditions at
the tertiary should not bar you from demonstrating to your fellow
peers and mates respect. The tertiary indeed do not teach you to be
discriminatory and give preferential treatment to your elders and
peers. Perceiving your friends to be late and totally failing in life
because they couldn't get the pedestal to continue their education to
the tertiary level depictst an incalculable ignorance on your part and
could be destructive to your personality. You don't actually know your
turning point and the "Samaritan" you couldt bump into @ that point.

I passionately admonish all students pursuing higher levels of
education to hold ont to the rich culture in extending courtesies and
respect to our deserving peers and elders unconditionally. Desist from
using tertiary institutions as a mask in your selfish and socially
distasteful exhibitions with your elders and peers. In the end you
make our elders feign enormous regret and pity imagining what
constitute tertiary education.

Distinguished traits that are displayed should not eschew respect for
your elders. If you must know, the knowledge we acquire from these
institutions will not vanish if we accord the needed respect to our
elders but could change the lives of young ones who will thirst for
such knowledge.

The conviction that you are a tertiary student and therefore you have
preferences in fulfilling the pertinent fundamentals of our rich
culture should cease and clamped down. Let's sustain the culture with
the knowledge acquired at the tertiary levels rather than destroy it.
Do not forget to greet the elders you come across, it is the right
thing.

Knust Writers Association.
Dennis Sarpong
BA Sociology III
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Monday 9 May 2016

Article: THE FIRST CLASS STUDENT

Do thorough research and make the library your best friend, if you want to be an outstanding student.
The words above were what I read from an article published by savethestudent.org. What drew my attention most in this article was the line which read: most students claim to be good students, they manage to make the grades but their brains are as poor as the poorest thing you can ever think of on earth.

So I also had admission to study in the KNUST. This occurred some two years ago, I recall. My dream of going to a tertiary school in Ghana at least, came true. Believe you me that time, when the list of the names of successful applicants dropped, I was so happy. I was full as though I ate some five balls of banku with okro stew embellished with salted tilapia and chicken. I was very happy, my name appeared amongst about seventy six students to study BSc. Quantity Surveying & Construction Economics for the next four years. All necessary preparations were made and I saw myself live in the university community. Be informed that I am proudly a Continental, member of the largest male hall in West Africa, The Unity Hall!

I had a preconceived notion that it was going to be all fun on campus. I was made to believe so by some good folks I had links with on campus. But things were rather contrary. On campus, the battle was fierce, very competitive and like my mom will put it, it was a situation of "nɛ mɛ yegoa go maye", which means, "If you won't go give me way to go". In fact I envisaged that things were going to be very tough, after my first three lectures. But hey, I don't blame my friends because what they said was actually true, the only difference is that they weren't in my department when they were in school. I can bet my last coin that the most time demanding and stressful department on the campus of KNUST will forever remain the Department of BUILDING TECHNOLOGY. If you disagree with me, humbly divert your programme now and just reapply to that department. I wish u luck, and I'll be very glad if you're offered the opportunity.

I used about two weeks in my first month on campus to informally orient myself.  I went on a familiarization tour. By the end of the first week I got to know so many places on campus.  In the second week, per my time frame for this agenda, a good friend of mine from our fiercest rivalry hall, the University Hall, Katanga, joined me so I can know more. He was my immediate senior. I wasn't surprised one bit when we were given our Students' Guide. I was conversant with the places on campus captured in that document. What was of much relevant were the "do's and don'ts" for students. And just after our college formal orientation, I reignited my passion and psyched myself for nothing but success. I dismissed the fear of the unknown in me. Not to sound arrogant here, but I must add that I was in a state of good standing. All was set for us to begin the marathon of "first degree", having gone for our first semester time table.

Anytime my mind is less busy, the most immediate phrase that keeps resounding in my ear is, “the first class student ". One, getting to the university was once upon a time something I've never dreamt of, due to certain reasons best known to me. You may want to guess them, but kindly rule out any idea of me been academically unfit. Secondly, I thought the university was meant for some much chosen people which I never counted myself as been part. So at school, whatever I do was mainly aimed at getting a first class status as a student.  At the KNUST, one is awarded first class if his/her Cumulative Weighted Average (CWA) exceeds 69.99. This wasn't too difficult to attain especially after we've been advised as "freshmen", by our senior colleagues, that most of the exams here are purely extracted from past questions. I didn't believe this at first. Lo and behold, during my first semester exam I wrote a paper which was technically the same as the one I practised in my room about 48 hours before the paper. I was taken aback and thought it was going to be only this course that this had happened. I shrugged when again, lying on the exams table before me was yet another set of familiar questions to be written by me. I watched back to see if I was the only person to notice this. Certainly not. I smiled to myself and quietly, I answered the questions to the best of my knowledge. I asked myself whether this was the standard and modus operandi at the university. This am sure started long ago and it's still going on now. The situation was this. “Prepare very well for exams “so that you don't fail, that’s a genuine statement, but there's a flaw in it. You'll soon get to know from this piece. Most of our lecturers instead of hammering on how to survive in the job market after school, only speak on passing his/her exams and care very little about how pragmatic we can become after school having acquired some level of training. There's this very popular phenomenon. "Chew and pour", which means, study a course material without even gaining it's objectives, pass it's exams and later, be unable to recall even a sentence from that same course. What a hopeless situation! Unfortunately, this had almost always been the case at the university, shamefully endorsed by some of our lecturers. The good news is some very good lecturers frown upon this "chew and pour" methodology of passing exams. They instead test our understanding of the various courses taken every semester. This is very encouraging and has always been my guide for every course I'm taking in school. With the practice of this "chew and pour", we're likely to produce fake first class students and don't be surprised about this. That's why nowadays, most of our schools churn out bunch of incompetent graduates who fancy joining the so called “Unemployed Graduate Association of Ghana ".

At this juncture, please allow me to say this. The standard of training we acquire even at the tertiary level of our education is one that is comparatively poor. We're trained just to pass exams and even forget how we managed to answer those seemingly difficult examination questions, sometimes within a week or two after writing the exams. It's a very pathetic situation that we the university students are not been developed to become problem solvers in our societies. But do we blame ourselves? Our educational system in itself needs serious revamp so as to meet our current and future needs as a nation.  This must begin from the primary level, I suggest. Just recently, l was very sad to read a news item on myjoyonline.com, titled, “61% OF TEACHERS IN TERTIARY INSTITUTIONS IN GHANA UNQUALIFIED - SURVEY". My fear and worry escalated when at my hostel we were hit by a water supply difficulty. I later got to know that the pump that pumps the water from the well into the hotel's cistern tanks were spoilt beyond repairs. Fine. "It must be replaced and not to be repaired", says our hostel manageress. Eventually, a new set of pump was purchased awaiting fixing.  Mind you we've about six "strong" electrical engineering students at the hostel as well as about two mechanical engineering students. It was again, very pathetic that these aspiring engineers in Ghana at my hostel together with the rest of us had no water for close to five days. As to how we managed to get water, only God can testify to the stress we went through. They couldn't even fix the electrically powered pump so as to avert what we went through for that five good days! Had it been a question on say, Power Electronics or Thermo Dynamics or better still Fluid Mechanics, I bet you, these guys would stay awake throughout the night just to perfectly produce a five page solution to the question given them. Why can't this be translated into fixing the problem we faced at my hostel? It was a certain technician who came to rescue us from this "water crisis". Again, do we blame these students?

My piece is not to undermine the efforts and hard work of our school authorities in Ghana. There still exist some elements amongst our lecturers who make studies more practical and geared towards tackling the pertinent issues facing Ghana, head on. I only seek to agree with what Suli Breaks once said: Education is about inspiring one's mind not just filling our heads. Many a time I wonder if there ever will be a turning point for our educational system. Well, I'll never stop praying for my country especially our leaders who must, I think first all, make serious changes in the teaching approach at the university level and then secondly must put in place very reliable and efficient check systems in the quest of realizing the best standards of training.

So now, my main question is, who's a first class student? Am sure that by now, we aren't oblivious about the corrupt nature of some of the examination management/authorities put in place at our various tertiary institutions. It's either "a failing student" going to see an exams officer with a fat brown envelope for a favour or an average student who's a favourite of a teaching assistant or even the lecturer himself. In the first case above, the student may seek to avoid a situation of reapting a class or a whole year also. While in the latter case, the favourite average student automatically becomes a first class student. To be fair to these somewhat corrupt exams officers, let me quickly add that students' marks are sometimes favourably inflated either by the lecturer or their teaching assistants before the final collation for grading at the exams officer level. Please, all corrupt acts, whether big or small are corruption. It's a camouflage to say that but why, we use only students' index numbers by way of identifying student's exams scripts and so on! Yes. That's true. But don't forget that personal and very close relationships exist between some students and lecturers or between some students and various teaching assistants in various universities across the country. The above assertion highly betrays the use of index numbers only, during examinations of all kinds. With just a phone call or text messaging (it’s so easy to get a lecturer's personal contact nowadays), I can give out my full name and index number to a teaching assistant or even a lecturer. No one should tell me this seldom occurs. Let's be realistic please. If a colleague student can call a lecturer right under my nose for an important info, why can't the former do same when tempted to ask for a favour from the latter, "secretly". All am trying to say is that, some first class students are not truly first class students.

They say university. Good. Intuitively, this should be a place where people are been trained and developed in different fields, come out to fix Ghana's teething problems. But what do we see? Some graduates from our tertiary schools rather add up to Ghana's problems. A classic example is the escalating number of unemployed graduates which has become an albatross on the neck of the Ghanaian poor economy, with others, aiming high to join terrorist groups. I believe in the power of entrepreneurship, create your own jobs and by doing this the graduate unemployment figures will begin to decrease. I also believe that there are jobs, at least in the private sector. The challenge here is that most firms seek to employ people with competence.  The Ghanaian industry has become very competitive. Employers seek to engage human resources who can add up to optimum production and huge turnovers. It's surprising that the relationship between the first class student (even after graduation) and his ability to fit in the job market is counterintuitive! Most of them just don't fit and can't do the jobs they claim they can do. That's a first class student on paper for you. There are a handful of very skilful and competent young graduate who really fit the contemporary job market. They might not necessarily be first class students. They're able to achieve this feat through hard work instead of relying on favours from a school authority. They make more research, digress a little bit from their substantive programs of study just to make sure they become versatile and open minded in and after school. These are the employable candidates, for me.


It will surprise you to know that the level of intelligence some first class students display is very funny. Funny enough to tell you that money speaks.  Funny enough to hint you that, o yes, there's power in been close to a lecturer or a teaching assistant. I once asked a very good friend of mine who as at now is still walking about as a "first classer" in my department, "what role do you want to play in Ghana's construction industry in the next five years? “ To my dismay, “I don't really know", was the person's reply to me. There are a number of very key and important issues that flaw these so called first class students parading about in our tertiary institutions.

For me, a first class student is one who has the ability to think very critically. Someone who can do something even outside his scope of study. Someone who's innovative. Someone who has the power of entrepreneurship and a person who is much disciplined.

I believe that, whilst still in school, as students, we can do more than just becoming a first class student on paper, on campus. The next time you meet a non-first class student, don’t undermine him or her because the power and knowledge she or he possess will surprise you. But for some reasons that person couldn't appear on that paper containing the list of names of first class students for a particular academic year. I do believe also that our educational system must be revised to become more practical. And I'll continue to pray to God on behalf of our leaders in Ghana for vision and foresight. For now, all I can actually boast of about formal education in Ghana is this: it teaches us to live in peace with other people from different ethnic groups. This I can testify because I come from the south, and Ebenezer Ayidana, a course mate, the best amongst the first class students in my  faculty , who hails from the north, is my roommate in school. We live as brothers and it will surprise you to find out from our friends that we aren't.

By way of ending, this is my an opinion. I don't seek to undermine any first class holder out there, neither do I seek to paint a gloomy picture that it's not important to become a first class student. But my concern is, about six out of ten first class acclaimed students will often forget certain crucial principles they've learnt previously in their area of study, before leaving school. We can do better. I know there are real and genuine once around, because am one of you.

God bless you, Peace.




by Kumi Mark-Nelson
©2015/2016, KNUST.
0543666881/0501425583
marknelsonkumi@gmail.com
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Sunday 8 May 2016

MAMA!

MAMA

BLESS Alpha I
A thousand times do I

The Blissful creature had I
Alpha did me the best

Her integrity built in me values
Her care made me sensitive
Her teachings moulded me
Her words moved me to the dream
Her smiles gave me hope

Oh! How fathomless the love of MAMA
Tell me
Oh tell me
The sabre of my well being
How life would be without MAMA

I Love you Mama.

By: Hannah Nadia Otumfuo.

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THE SILHOUETTES OF MY MOTHER

"How I wish I were the son of your mother! I would probably have been the happiest boy on earth", I repeatedly exclaimed to my best friend on our way from school as he told me about the birthday party his mother was organising for him. That wasn't the first time I made such remark. When I saw Michael's new school bag, I said same. When I heard that Mina's mother worked at the ministries, I said worse. It wasn't that my mother was cruel to me, irresponsible or uncaring but I just couldn't understand why she didn't provide certain basic needs of mine.

Every child owned a toy in my class and I didn't see the reason why I should be the only one having no play toy to boast of. I hated her for not being able to pay my school fees and made me sacked to go home for my school fees only for her to tell me, "Don't worry, all is well". Sometimes she told me to give excuses to the head teacher on her behalf that she would come and pay after she closes from work at the market but never came. This made me shout at Mr Garibah, the head teacher one day when he told me he was fed up of my excuses sneeringly in the midst of my friends, "Do you think I enjoy lying and giving excuses? Was it my fault that I was given birth to an illiterate and irresponsible woman? Go ask her yourself for the fees.......!"  At first, he was shocked but realising that I had the guts to talk to him this way, lashed me dreadfully till I almost became paralysed.

My friends teased me as I cried on my way home and called me names like "Kwame agyanka", "The boy who carries the  world on his neck", among others. But I agreed with them perfectly. It was as though I was an orphan and more so, carrying the whole world's woes on my lean neck. I was more disappointed in my mum and when I got home told her about what happened at school expecting her to go fighting the headteacher as other friends' mothers did when they were severely beaten. She didn't do this and as usual, told me the same words I had become used to, "Don't worry, all is well".    

I never knew who my father was. I only lived with my mother who played both roles of a father and mother. She was the one responsible for paying the house rent, my school fees and electricity bills. Her meager income from her trade in gari couldn't support such responsibilities. In as much as she was helpless, there was no day she wouldn't provide something for me to eat even if it meant she starving for me to eat to satisfaction. It wasn't that she cooked any better food, though. I ate gari and pepper, mostly with no fish. On lucky days, I had some small herrings put on it. I am shocked the amount of gari I had eaten in my childhood hasn't made me blind yet. 

Years elapsed, I managed to complete basic school but since my mum wasn't having enoungh money for me to further my education, I joined her at the market to help her sell gari. It was at the market that I began to appreciate the hard work, love and sacrifice of my mother. I soon realized her sacrifice for me all those times. It wasn't glory selling under the scorching sun to sell to customers who talked to you as if you were lesser a human.     

Things started to become worse and I wished I could be of great help to her.  She was lame at her left leg after giving birth to me and this disability began to affect her health badly. She stopped trading and left paralysed at home. At the same time, the annoying and heartless land lord threatened to throw us out of his deplorable single room we barely could pay. And in a months time, true to his words, he did exactly, and more disgracefully than we ever imagined. My mum was sent to stay at the village whilst I chose to stay on the streets selling pure water to generate income to fend for myself and as well bring my mum to the city to receive proper cure.

It is a year now and I haven't been able to generate enough money to help her. I was just informed minutes ago that she just died. I was told these were her last words before death, " I love you my son and I don't ever regret choosing to die for you before you were born. I couldn't give you material blessings but my love and care, you never lacked. Take my heart as a gift, for it is the only thing a poor mother can offer". My eyeballs almost poped out of their sockets on hearing this message. I cried like a spoilt child. I was more confused than ever. Why didn't she ever tell me that she was raped in her third year in high school and that was how she bore me. She never told me that her family pressurised her to abort me and when she refused to do so, they disowned her and sacked her onto the streets to struggle through life on her own. I never knew that her pregnancy was ectopic but she went ahead,disobeying the doctor's warning of not surviving after the birth of her child. I now knew why she was lame at her left leg and had stomach complications.

This is a woman I should have appreciated more than anything in the world. This is why when I remember ever saying these words once to a friend,"How I wish I were the son of your mother! I would probably have been the happiest boy on earth",  then for once I wish that as in movies, I could turn the years back to say different words: sweet ones, of course.
I wish I were by her death bed to say these words I have long kept in my mouth: "I love you mum".

No matter what you do, you can only have one mother and God knows why you were birth through her. She endured nine months of pain and sickness. Not every mother is wealthy enough to express their love with material gifts but even with the passion with which they do the little things for us, we would be definitely ungrateful if we do show our appreciation.

Destiny intertwines our path with others and I'm very fortunate to have encountered a loving and daring woman of a mother. Her love to me was thicker than the ocean and her silhouette of love and care paints my mind,the only thing I'm left to adore.

No matter the state of your mother: strong, weak, poor, rich, disabled, able, you should love her mums as though she'll die any moment. Cherish every single moment u spend with her. Don't wait for mothers' day before you do so. For you can't tell if she'll be alive to feel your gratitude in next year's mother's day.

If there were a picture next to the definition of "Mother" in the dictionary, it should probably be a picture of my mum.



BY: FRANCIS AHETO
     (Nana Yaw ƆkƆriƐ) Smiling face with Sunglasses


• Dedicated to a friend of mine whose mother is a single mum yet does her best to provide for him. God bless you Mrs. Millicent Ochere.
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Monday 25 April 2016

Article: EXAM-PHOBIA

The end of semester examination begins in few hours time and I guess all the study rooms are full by now. More so, I'm as certain that some of the students will be studying there till day break as I am that most of these students are filled with much anxiety about the exams and so barely understand the topics they're studying.

One of my friends who never studies on a regular day and is usually playing computer game, that is if not watching a movie missed church service today just to make justice to his pile of virgin notes. 

What is the fuss people make about exams? Why would one even fear an exam? Examination is nothing scary. It is just an academic period where students are assessed by their tutors on what they have been taught and the extra research made on the topics covered. It is hence very shocking to see students so much afraid as they prepare to write an exam. For some, the fear is so visible on their faces that you could literally touch.

What is the fear about? Is it about failing or about the fact that you might make some silly mistakes?  All the same, I see no reason why a student should fear to write an exam whether the person has studied or not. In the first place, as a student, why wouldn't you study in preparation for an exam? Then you should be  confident that you'll fail and not afraid to fail.
it is very normal to be a bit anxious about what questions the lecturer will be asking in the exam rather than being afraid.

Note that anyone who fears to make mistakes is bound to make many of it. Obviously, the lecturer isn't expecting his students to get 100% score before he concludes that his students have understood his lectures. Mistakes are bound to be made in the exam room but this reality is not to be feared. The only thing is that we should try as much to reduce the mistakes we make in the exam room. Well, I'm not doubting one can get 100% marks in any course but I'm saying that it is no big deal to make few mistakes. This also doesn't mean you should be complacent and not study diligently for the exams since after all, you'll definitely make a mistake. For all you know, most of the exam questions are not set in a format so as to assess students on the topics taught but to analyse their intelligence quotient to know how students can think outside the box.

My advice is that before you write an exam, make sure you study very well enough to cover all the topics treated in class and it would be a plus to you if you search for extra information online.
Make a study plan and do well to follow it.

Vary your studying technique- where rote learning is required, do and where analytical study is required, do same.

Pray to God concerning the exam, having that assurance that He will honor your labur of study with success.

Be confident and keep calm when you receive your question and answer paper.

It is important to read the rubrics of the exam so as not to answer the questions in a format contrary to what is being demanded.

It is not compulsory to answer the questions according to the numbers in which they have been presented. Answer the easier ones first so as to get enough time to think through for the more challenging ones.

For the very troubling ones, who cares if you choose to answer, "I don't think far" or "3no na mennte ase3"? Lolx...

Don't also submit your paper when you finish before time. It is better if you read over it with a more critical eye so as to correct some possible grammatical and mathematical  errors you must have committed.

So you see, exams is no vampire ready to start feeding on your flesh come tomorrow. It is an opportunity for you to prove your worth as a diligent student to your lecturers and yourself.

Enough said, the truth is that whether you are a victim of or a victor over exam-phobia, you'll write the exam, anyway.

I have a paper to write tomorrow morning and it is a risk I took in making time in my study plan to write this piece. It is necessary to encourage a brother or sister for the exam for after all, I'm not an exam-phobian!

Exams start like kakai
Wishing you the best of grades.
God's got you
Keep calm
I_am_exam-philic

By: Francis Aheto
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Francis Aheto,
Undergraduate Student.
Department of Food Science and Technology,
KNUST- Kumasi
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Saturday 23 April 2016

Article: STATE OF MYSELF ADDRESS


We are sometimes either satisfied or disappointed after listening or watching the state of the nations address delivered by the president. We either point accusing fingers and throw fists at our leaders for their incompetence in managing the affairs of the country and their inability to perform  to our satisfaction or we clap our hands and say, "ayekoo! ", "mo! ", "onipa b3 y33 bi", "way3 ade! ".

 It is of course easy to judge when watching than performing an act. As humans as we are, we are likely to see faults in others than in our own selves. When reading the state of the nations address, the president elaborates on his achievements, setbacks and plans for the future. I remember seeing my dad sitting beside his small radio and listening with rapt attention and all seriousness to the state of the nations address. I cannot really tell whether  he found it too interesting to listen to or he was just waiting to hear the president lie.

His attentiveness and/or readiness to judge made me ponder over a number of things. I thought to myself, "how will my father and everyone else who is listening view the president if he should lie?". "What is the president supposed to do or say if he has not been able to achieve anything beneficial to the state in  the past days, months or years?" "Is the state of nations address necessary at all? "

While pondering over all these, i was struck by a bigger question. What kind of account will you deliver if you are asked to present "the state of yourself address? " I sighed and realized i have a lot of work to do on myself. What have we as individuals been able to achieve?  Have we accomplished our goals and do we have goals at all? Usually, reflections of lives are made on 31st December. That is when most people reflect on what they did throughout the year. New goals are set for the incoming year and amendments are made where necessary. Others on the other hand do this reflection on monthly, weekly or daily basis. During this period, we remind ourselves of the good and bad times, our good and evil deeds, the gains and loses, achievements and failures and many more. After all this, we become sad, happy or just encourage ourselves with the hope of another opportunity to make things right. And i bet you, there are some other  people who do not do anything close to reflection at all.                     

It will be best if we could all write an address on how we've lived our lives so far and i bet most of us would change our ways,try to do more good and treat other individuals better. We would be conscious of our lives and correct our mistakes while we still have the time and grace to do so. We will dress properly and talk to everyone that comes our way with utmost respect. We will treat all persons like we expect them to treat us. We will do away with the hypocrisy, backstabbing, lies, envy among others.                        

Let us always keep in mind that , before we remove the speck on the eyes of others, we ought to check if there isn't a log on ours. Do not be quick to judge.


By Yeboah Afua Jemima(sweety pie)
KNUST Writers Association
       
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