Fri, Jan

The evidence is mounting, that the burden is growing. And we have no capacity to cope as a country if this trend does not peak and subside. This virus has resurged and is rampaging, ....

2021 Alert

Last Monday I was on my way to work in the morning.  I left home, on a journey that usually takes 30 minutes through the Accra Traffic.  It took me 3 hours. I did not really understand why until I got on campus, and realised that it was because the students had come back, and we were sharing the same entrance.  No preparation had been made for the large numbers of people who would flood the place.  Everyone was using the single entrance, and single exit.  The security men milled around listlessly, trying to shepherd lost drivers unto choked roads.  It was mayhem.  And in all this, no one had thought about the fact that there was a quarternary medical centre on the University Campus, and that its staff would need access on such a day. 

A community that continues to have its big problems sitting at its front door every day is one which has not grown. It does not matter whether it finds another name for those problems, or excuses for the lack of solutions. It has not grown.

Image credit - Philkotse

In some countries, it is unlawful to have the hazard lights flashing whilst driving.  Any such lights should be on a stationary parked car, off the road.  If it is an emergency, there are institutions tasked to take care of it.  They are allowed to move with their hazards on.  Such countries are usually either developed, or disciplined, or both. 

When I wear a mask in town, I am the odd one out nowadays. I am the paranoid too-known who can’t stop talking about Coro-coro. We have nationwide Covid fatigue, at the wrong time,...

Viral Alert

The Aviation Road runs at a right angle to the Spintex Road. One is tarred and usable; one is a wet weather disaster. In the last two weeks, two parties have campaigned on both. The first one was cacophony on a Saturday morning. A motley of bandana wearing, motorbike riding, party colour clad cross section of Ghana chanting political songs. 

And these potholes, and sinking sands, will persist until the power mongers cede initiative once more to the resource planners. Until then, I might have to accept the rivulets that plough valleys on the dirt road outside my house and the potholes waiting to gobble my tires.

On Democracy

There is a nebulous transition zone between Legon and East Legon. Somewhere as one leaves the University Gate, crosses the dual carriage and gets onto the long winding road of an affluent Accra suburb, the grounds of the university ends and East Legon begins. The wealth does not exactly reflect in the roads, and one notices the abrupt end of the order and lay out of the university, as buildings bulging with commerce, tussle on both sides of the narrow roads for every inch of expensive prime real estate. And here, some buildings ooze wealth, and class, and attainment, and some don’t.

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