Fed Up With the Country's Economic Woes, Ghanaians Launch Their Own Occupy Movement

My latest post on Global Voices:

A group of Ghanaians rallied near the president's office as part of a campaign dubbed  #OccupyFlagStaffHouse to protest corruption and the country's poor economic situation and press the government to do something about it.

The peaceful march, organized in less than five days, happened on July 1, 2014, a public holiday that marked the 54th year since Ghana became a republic following British colonial rule. The movement was launched on Facebook as OccupyGhana on June 28, and by July 1 it had over 3,000 followers in support of the protest. It now has more than 6,000. Read more...

Accra With No Fuel - What A Shame.

On Thursday, June 26th, I made the mistake of driving to Kwame Nkrumah Circle at about 11:30am. It took about an hour to get through the traffic: there was a long, I mean long, queue of cars leading to the petrol station along the road. I took a picture through my passenger window (sorry it was raining - see attached image).

The following day, I noticed there were very few cars on the road to work in the morning and on my way home in the evening.

One simple question: Is this how the governement wants to see the country? In 2014? When Ghana is supposedly a middle income nation now?

No comment.

The Power Of Poverty...In Africa.

I've been having a series of conversations with people about the economic crisis in Ghana, specifically the cedi depreciation and crazy unexpected hikes in fuel prices almost every quarter or so.

The conversation diverted to the story of a young man who called a number, thinking it was that of an advertised witch doctor, and was ready to sacrifice his mother's life to become wealthy. Fortunately, the stranger intercepted quickly by involving the police who apprehended the young man when he actually brought his mom to be killed.

The point of the story is, poverty can make anyone do the unthinkable to survive and some of our leaders are proof of that: the corruption, poor policies that hurt the economy and people and only benefit those in power, the never-ending witness of leaders becoming more and more wealthy by the day and the average Ghanaian still wondering where the next meal will be coming from or how to manage that GHC400 monthly salary with a wife and two kids.

This is serious business.

What we all agreed on was that poverty has a lot of influence in the actions we tend to see in our leaders, unfortunately. The propensity to be greedy and keep it all to yourself - as displayed by many of our leaders.

What does the country Ghana need at this point in time? There are numerous ideas floating in my head; I just don't think I can scribble them here now.

Fashionista GH Launches Shopping Festival

Oh, you've gotta love Fashionista GH! They launch their exciting three-day shopping festival today at The Event Haven inside the Trade Fair Centre, La, Accra from 10:00am – 8:00pm.

Check out my brief feature here: 

This Week on Obaasema.com

So, once again, I come with apologies for abandoning this platform for so long! I come with no promises, though, but I definitely want to start feeding some great content on here with some of the fabulous happenings at Obaasema!

So, a new addition to the team, Akua Chachu, wrote about skin bleaching in her first article drawing comparisons between a woman who bleaches, one who gets a boob job and one who wears 5 inch heels to increase in height. Are they all the same? I've posted a bit of the article below:

Skin Lightening, Identity Crisis: Are These Really The Issues?

I am a black-skinned girl. No, not the brown-skinned girl you’ve heard about in songs and poems. This girl is black. Or so my mother says. She’d watch me from a distance and say, “ei Nana Akua, as for you, you’re too dark.” And then I’d tell her I like being the beautiful black-skinned girl. Believe me it took quite a while to arrive at this mentality, but how many other women are there yet?

Before I go on let me explain something to you. My father was kind of like the United Nations, you know, bringing various nations and tribes together so that I have siblings of various descents and therefore, various skin colors. Among my siblings, especially those I grew up with, I may have been one of the darkest.

As a child, I remember mommy scolding me whenever she found me standing in the sun: “You continue to stand in the sun; your skin will become the color of charcoal,” she’d tell me, “Go and have a quick bath.” Continue reading...