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• November 17, 2009
• 21:44

  Home, sweet home!

   » ‎ The English version of it all
  a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwMZjvF-fYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RWFzURB9tpA/s1600/n703161252_88872_2596%5B1%5D.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwMZjvF-fYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RWFzURB9tpA/s320/n703161252_88872_2596%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405192079502376322" border="0" //aa onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwMagnvfYLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MgvnIE1li2g/s1600/n500954791_53029_4932%5B1%5D.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwMagnvfYLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MgvnIE1li2g/s320/n500954791_53029_4932%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405193125501034674" border="0" //abr /I've spent the whole evening looking for a picture starting with U. Getting more and more annoyed at how hard it was. Not remembering that span style="font-style: italic;"yesterday/span was the U-day. Today is V and Very easy. V is fospan style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-size:100%;"r/spanspan style="font-weight: bold;" V/spanadsø/span span style="font-size:180%;"/span, my hometown, where I spent the first 18 years of my life before I jumped on a plane headed for Ghana. It's a small town, far north in Norway, with about 6000 something inhabitants. Here it is in the dark. I live right below the Hill from where the photo is taken. The big lighted area right below is my primary school.br /br /In the next pic, taken from the air, you can see parts of the city covered in snow. The island in the top of the picture was actually the real Vadsø. Vadsø means Water Island, and the first known settlements in this area was on that island, rather than on the mainland. It's a nice place, come visit! :-)div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-3193952583642485845?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div

• 18:36

  Bonkers Banking in the Land of Gold

   » ‎ Life...and living it
  
  Whilst at the Accra Mall last week, I decided to open an account at the Barclay's bank there. I have a Barclay's account in London too so it just seemed like common sense. Unfortunately, I didn't have all my relevant information I needed to finish opening my account there and then so the bank employee made me fill out the application form and I promised to return in a few days with all my supporting documents. The gentleman assured me that this would be no problem at all and that he was looking forward to seeing me in a few days. I really didn't want to be one of those people who's constantly comparing Ghana with what I've come to know but DAMN! I just had to share some of the different banking practices between my home country and my adopted country(ies).
  
  When I returned two days later in order to finish opening the account, I went into the bank looking for a "personal banker" kiosk or office of some sort. Instead, there was a man and a woman sitting side by side in front of their computers right next to the long line for the telllers. Fortunately for me, there was no queue for the "personal bankers" when I entered so the man immediately summoned me over. Now this was a different man from the one I had seen previously and after searching for my application for fifteen minutes, he told me to start filling out another one whilst he continued to look for the one I had filled out earlier. "Why continue to search for it if you're still going to make me fill out another form?" was the thought that immediately popped into my head, however, I chose not to verbalise that thought and dutifully began to fill in the form.
  
  So while I was filling out the form which asks personal questions like my name, address, telephone number, income, etc. etc., a man and woman sat on either side of me. They were close, like shoulder-to-shoulder close, and the woman happily began to read over my shoulder. I stopped writing and stared at her with a bemused look on my face. She merely grinned at me and continued to peruse my application like she was checking for spelling mistakes. She then asked the banker to check her account balance for her and he did so within plain view of myself.
  
  While the banker was "processing" my new application form, he stopped to deal with at least 6 other customers, with no semblance of privacy,  so it took exactly 47 minutes (I checked) for my account to be opened. I was then told that I would get a whopping 10 free cashpoint withdrawals with the opening of my account (!). The process took even longer because the banker insisted on flirting heavily with every woman that approached the desk- myself included.
  
  So it was a great relief when I finally left the bank clutching my brand new ATM card, vowing never to return until absolutely necessary. Fastforward to the next day and I receive a call on my phone from a number I don't recognise. I tentatively answer the call:
  
  Banker: "Good afternoon Sankofa. How are you today?"
  Sankofa: "Fine thank you.Um who is this please?"
  Banker: "It's me from the bank! Have you forgotten me already?"
  Sankofa: "Erm... is there any trouble with my account?"
  Banker: "Oh not at all, I just wanted to call and say hello. Since you seemed to be in a rush yesterday, I thought we could talk today."
  Sankofa: ".........."
  Banker: "Hello? Are you there?"
  Sankofa: "You know what? I'm a little busy at the moment so I'm going to have to talk to you later" (CLICK!)
  
  I could hardly believe my ears. This man essentially steals my telephone number from a "confidential" application form and he expects me to be happy to hear from him? This was compounded by the fact that this was the second time in a week this had happened to me. A worker at MTN also decided it would be okay to "steal" my number whilst apparently "fixing" my phone for me. And to rub salt in the wound, the damn phone still wouldn't connect to the internet! Is telephone number theft the norm nowadays?
  
  
  Image source

• 16:35

  Poems and Pictures Part I

   » ‎ Nyani Quarmyne's Blog
  We had the opportunity to spend some time with Jenn Laudadio and her 12th grade African Heritage Language Arts class at the Dr John Hugh Gillis Regional High School in Antigonish, Nova Scotia. As part of the students' exploration of oppression in its various forms, we showed a selection of images from my series Black Men All Look the Same, and used them as a way to explore sterotypes. Each student then selected an image and wrote a poem inspired by it. Over the next little while I'll be publishing the poems on my blog. A big thank you to everyone for sharing your poems with us!
  
  (Click image to visit photo gallery.)
  
  Harsh Reality by David Proctor
  Flowers blooming from the street
  Colorful and lively, like those who swell into its mass
  Moving to and fro
  All they are capable of is going
  Never stopping
  Never seeing
  Just continuously going
  Continuously avoiding what they wish to ignore
  What we wish to ignore
  Like a smudge on a beautiful canvas
  Or a stain on a new white blouse
  Ruining our image
  And taking the mood
  I am that
  I am the stain in their blouse
  The smudge upon their canvas
  I destroy their illusion
  So they choose to ignore
  Ignoring for the sake of contentment
  To avoid stepping into the unknown
  The uncomfortable
  I am the harsh reality
  The reality that many wish to forget
  But forgetting is impossible
  Acknowledge the smudge
  Take notice of the stain
  And do something to prevent it
  Do something to fix it
  A stain that sits too long will not leave
  A smudge left to dry will forever mark a canvas
  So take notice
  Help me
  
  
  Life In Slow Motion by Andrea Woodington
  Can’t you see me,
  Just walk away,
  One step, two step,
  Left, right, left,
  Can’t you see my pain,
  Tears in my eyes,
  I’m crying,
  Salt tears,
  Like the ocean’s water,
  Don’t you care,
  I’m torn,
  Lost,
  How can you ignore,
  Time flies by,
  I don’t seem to move,
  Stuck,
  Like a car in the mud,
  One place,
  Tires spinning,
  I was like you once,
  Young,
  Happy,
  I had a home,
  A friend,
  A family,
  I walked in your shoes,
  Look at me,
  Talk to me,
  Let me know I’m still here,
  Can you see me,
  Bent over,
  Begging,
  Needing,
  Just keep walking.
  
  
  Black,White,Colourful by Megan Juurlink
  The world spins round and round
  Yet I stay very, very still
  The colours are all bright
  Yet I feel very, very dull
  I stare at them every day
  Wondering where time ran away
  Years have passed me so quickly
  I find it hard to even breathe
  
  What happened to my endless fun
  When I was young, could skip and run
  The kids these days don’t understand
  How hard it is to be a man
  They walk on by not seeing me
  Not caring of my lack of glee
  My feet are sore, my clothes worn down
  How hard I find it not to frown
  
  Yet I sit here across the street
  From the park of pure beauty
  The tulips sparkle in hues of pink
  When the heck did I sink?
  Can’t recall when my life fell apart
  Blinded to why others are such a small part
  Everything is not a formula of chem
  Into which I don’t seem to fit in.
  I stare into the sky of sparkling sun
  Its heat as warm and sweet as a sticky bun
  
  Yet I sit here across the street
  From the park of pure beauty

• 15:24

  Accra Train Through the City!

   » ‎ Accra by Day & Night
  a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqpA7o7qIBI/SwLAhzpcZUI/AAAAAAAACZQ/kUxUNmlHAq8/s1600/Samsung-ekb-0453.jpg"img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 500px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqpA7o7qIBI/SwLAhzpcZUI/AAAAAAAACZQ/kUxUNmlHAq8/s400/Samsung-ekb-0453.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405094189830268226" //aLast weekend, I was in the heart of the capital, where the trains do ply. Evidently, I couldn't help but capture the train passing through the community. br /br /It's been a while since I took the train!br /br /What about you?div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26927428-5967731129355575252?l=accradailyphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' //div

• 15:09

  Sleeping towns

   » ‎ 20sAvVy

  They are no longer our homes

  Mere edifices

  In which we keep our belongings

  And then to have forty winks

  We rise before the rest of the city

  And retire last

  Yet we are paid no more

  For spending a sixth of the day

  Trying to get to there.

  

• 14:45

  By request...

   » ‎ Nyani Quarmyne's Blog
  (Click image to visit photo gallery.)
  
  The Pride of Baltimore II makes her way across Pictou Harbour, Nova Scotia.

• 13:46

  Introducing the Masters of the Internet at the Fourth Internet Governance Forum

   » ‎ From Technology in Tunis...to a Wireless WSIS
  
  

  By E.K.Bensah Jr.
  

  Despite the apparent growing ubiquity of broadband internet--as expressed, for example, through USB mobile modems that promise us heaven and blink-of-the-eye speeds--it is true that access to the internet is a great deal better than it was even five years ago.
  

  The media generally likes to talk a lot about costs going down, inexorably providing the general Ghanaian population with relatively less expensive access to the Internet. Truth be told, the availability of mobile phones is probably that which has democratised access to the 'Net, through the easy access of wap-enabled services--as exemplified by those of Zain, which, with a simple sim card, enables you connect to mobile internet within 24 hours.
  

  Back to the ICT Future?

  You may re-call that last week, I touched on ITU and how it creates standards. This week, I want to remind us to reflect a bit on the progress of the Internet since 2005, when the World Summit of Information Society ended in Tunisia with what has come to be known as the “Tunis Agenda for the Information Society”. Adopted on November 18, 2005 in Tunis, Tunisia, it called for the creation of an Internet Governance Forum(IGF) and what wikipedia calls “a novel, lightweight, multi-stakeholder governance structure for the Internet.”
  

  Few Ghanaians might know that as I write this, the Fourth Edition of what has become known to the ICT cognoscenti as IGF will end on 18 November, where a number of important developments in the ICT and information society sector will develop. The Internet Governance Forum is underway in Sharm El Sheikh, Egypt, which to some might seem a curious place, given its record on human rights. Already, repports doing the rounds on the internet are trying to suggest that the UN has been involved in some kind of nefarious conspiracy of silencing proponents of human rights--just because some UN guards removed posters on human rights that had not been approved earlier.
  

  Back in Tunis, in 2005, there was even a stabbing of a human rights activist, lending credence to the assumption that just because it was a UN-sponsored conference, the global body could come and wag its finger at Tunisia for bad human rights. Most of us who had the priviledge to be there at that time were consumed by attentiveness to the multiplicity of terminologies and developments coming at us with juggernaut speed that in all honesty, agitations like that looked like a footnote to the wider debate on where the information society was going.

  IGF IV Explained

  All that said, reports seem to indicate that the meeting is rather focused, with discussions focusing primarily on access to the “Internet; diversity; openness; security; and critical internet resources”.
  

  The statistics are also not to be sneezed at. For example, Subramanian Ramadorai, the Vice-Chairman of Tata Consultancy Services in India has not just talked about how new technologies “can mean the difference between life and death for the 701 per cent of the global population still unconnected to the Internet”, but crucially, how “while 79.4 per cent of Australians and 70 per cent of Americans have internet access, only 15 per cent of Asians and only 4 percent of Africans have access.” This kind of statistic reinforces the perception of a digital divide that is a veritable reality for millions of the non-connected. One-Laptop-Per-Child (OLPC), though a commendable endeavour that also came out of WSIS 2005, can only go so far in addressing the digital divide.
  

  What it seems we can say about the outcome of this IGF is that it will be one that makes concrete suggestions on the above-mentioned points, including recognizing that connectivity has a direct correlation with a positive social and economic changes; therefore ensuring that rural communities are privy and party to these positive changes are critical.
  

  Ramadorai maintains that bringing ICT into rural clinics, schools and mobile devices, impacts basic education, health care, and agriculture in ways that one can never have imagined. To that extent, it makes sense that while we appreciate that consumers in the developed market enjoy broadband and are even moving to newer technologies, there is quite some catch-up that many parts of the developing world will need to do to ensure that the information society is not just part of UN nomenclature--but contributes to a fair and inclusive society.
  
  

  ekbensah AT gmail.com / +233-268.891.841

  

• 13:34

  I wish for a better year

   » ‎ Tagoe Blogger
  
  
  
  
  All too soon another 17th November has caught up with me. It means just one thing, time and tide surely aint waiting for me. In times such as these, I look back into the year that just flew away and ask myself what I could have done better? I am not a strong believer of New Year’s resolutions and all, but I surely would want love to do a few things better in the coming year!!
  
  A better friend
  In the past 14,191,200 minutes I haven’t been the best friend. I have more than 700 friends on Facebook (of course this is nothing compared to the 3,000 friends Ato has!!), yet I feel like I know so little about them. I hope to get closer to each and everyone, home or away. So the next time you see me throw a chat at you to say hi, just know it is in fulfillment of this promise.
  
  A better blogger
  I have always wanted to post regularly; at least once a week would have been fine. I have always dreamt of being the Ghanaian blogger on the first spot on the Afrigator list. For some reasons, these wishes haven’t materialized. In the coming years I look forward to fulfilling those dreams. Might even come up with a tagoeblogger.com instead of the usual tagoeblogger.blogspot.com blog up here. I also hope to start a technology blog to discuss tech issues and their benefits to sub-Saharan Africans like us. Who knows, I might turn out to be the Eric Scornfield of Ghana. Keep your fingers crossed.
  
  A better Poet
  My poetry skills have undergone some rusting in the past year, I must confess. I haven’t been regular at my favorite OpenAirTheatre programme on Radio Universe. Neither have I been functional at the Talk party poetry shows at Nubuke. I created a poetry blog with Gameli of Gamelian World to write nothing but poetry, things haven’t been as smooth as we expected. My poems are scattered all over the place. Some are in books; others are on my PC and a lot more on scrap sheets. I think I need to put them all together, and share them with the world. Poetry has a miraculous way of healing wounds that medicine can do nothing about.
  
  A better Entrepreneur
  I was fortunate to be a manager at a very young age. I started and sold a small business even while I was a student on campus. I loved that job. Not because of the returns, but because of it was the first time I had created employment for more than four people, the smiles on their faces every morning was my satisfaction. And I am pretty sure they in turn put giggles on other faces too. Too bad it had to end someway somehow. I have a couple of companies in mind; I think I might start one or two in the coming years. Today at MEST, I start a very long journey that may help me put smiles on more faces; I hope I take the right steps towards this feat.
  
  A better Ghanaian
  I feel I haven’t done much for Ghana. I guess it all started when I decided not to waste my time in long winding queues to cast my vote in Presidential elections. I saw it to be a long useless process because in the end, the result was not going to be anything different from what we had experienced all these years. Now I feel I was wrong, even though I am tempted everyday to believe otherwise. I intend to give more to Ghana (as if I have received so much). Many unfortunate people do not have what, I have, this knowledge I intend to share with all those who will stretch out their arms. PathGhana will be come out stronger and more powerful.

• 13:29

  I do

   » ‎ Moonlight expressions
  This hour is the very one I had seen from afar
  Then it was too far to touch
  And too silly to imagine
  But the hour cometh and I can also do
  Do the things I dreamed of
  And cover the tracks of my forbearers
  
  To those who smile with me I praise thee
  And to those who fought by me
  With spear and arrow
  Through the nights that seemed endless
  I will engrave your titles in my heart
  And keep the tears we shed in the days the went by
  
  I lift up my eyes and see in the sky
  A darkened cloud of toil and tears
  But behind this cloud I the brighter galaxy
  Stars of abundance and of reward
  It’s a matter of time, it’s just destiny, it’s just mine
  I say I do
  

  
  

  

• 12:12

  Pregnant Women and the F Word

   » ‎ dotFAF.com
  

  For the second time this pregnancy, Efuwa has been asked to give up her seat on public transport for people that think they are more deserving of the "priority seats".

  The first time was around 4 months when a chavvy-looking lady by Ef's account refused to sit on any of the freely available seats on the bus. I'm guessing she'd been looking forward to sitting in a priority seat since she hit her teens two years ago because she stood there huffing and puffing waiting for someone to offer her one of those before finally railing on Efuwa for being blind to her plight.

  The bus driver eventually had to step in and ask her to take one of the freely available [but sadly] non-priority seats. That didn't stop her though from cussing out loud and accusing the driver of being racist to her in her own country. It all ended with her finally being chucked off the bus.

  Fast forward to yesterday and 7 months into the pregnancy. Efuwa's already worried her bump isn't big enough. I call it ma tricki wo because you cant tell from behind that it's a pregnant woman. Add to it the fact that she hasn't put on as much weight as some would expect a pregnant woman to have and people still cant tell she is.

  This time, a man decided to play hero for his pregnant wife by asking Ef to give up her seat and got pissed off when she refused. I believe his response was "Are you having a giraffe" which is faux cockney rhyming slang for "having a laugh".

  "No I'm having a baby!" was Ef's reply but he obviously still wasn't convinced until she got off the bus at which point he run up to her to apologize.

  Nice story you're saying? Well it would be if only Ef hasn't now got it in her head that the baby is too small. I have to convince her now that it's not the bump that is the problem but the fact that people expect pregnant women to be fat especially in today's London.

  Essentially, she's worried that people don't think she's fat. My advice for her is to shed a tear for the lady that is constantly being offered a seat on the train and bus because people think she's weeks from having a baby.

  So here's how you can help. If you see my wife, please comment of how big she is!

• 11:01

  "Kasiebo" and the issues surrounding Obrafour's "Asem beba dabi" return "in hip-life"

   » ‎ Why so serious? Blogs of a MIghTy African
  Culled from a href="http://museke.com/en/node/4416"Chale's blog on Museke.com/abr /br /img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs256.snc1/10317_144953702578_144949447578_2623900_2240120_n.jpg" align="left"I was so excited when I heard a href="http://museke.com/node/5"Obrafour/a was releasing some new singles after his Heavy album in 2006. Obrafour is my favorite rapper and through the years, he's faced a lot of criticism, but I don't think he has hardly put a foot wrong. Obrafour is a wise man, like we see from his lyrics and he knew he was re-entering the music industry at an interesting time that called for some creativity and hard work. He delivered his singles and he has quickly become the talk of the town. I am really looking forward to getting his "a href="http://museke.com/node/4344"Asem beba dabi/a" album and I hope it does really well and Obrafour becomes an international superstar. It's about time. His singles have caused some controversy and I'll like to discuss the issues arising.br /br /Obrafuor's first single is a href="http://museke.com/node/4278"Kasiebo (Nkasiabo)/a. Kasiebo in Twi means news. In the song, an Execution FM radio presenter called Guru (who's a new hiplife artist) talks about "hiplife news". Like most radio presenters, Guru calls the subject of the news item, Obrafour, to seek his opinion on matters. They discuss how the hiplife game has changed and Obrafour offers advice amongst other things. The song gets controversial when Guru mentions a Kumasi-based rapper called OK raping a young girl. He also mentions how those behind the "a href="http://museke.com/node/3077"Killing the game/a" song could try to resurrect hiplife with a song like a href="http://museke.com/node/3891"Atopa Jenjen/a. He also queries how someone who has less than 5 solo albums can call himself the best rapper alive. i"Obi agye abɔso 'Best Rapper Alive', nanso yɛhwehwɛɛ mu, ne albums mpo nduruu five"/i. These lines have been seen as direct attacks on a href="http://museke.com/node/1975"Okyeame Kwame/a (who calls himself best rapper alive) and a href="http://museke.com/node/21"Obour/a (singer of Atopa Jenjen), who both released the "Killing the game" song with a href="http://museke.com/node/1571"Richie/a, Ghana's most prolific beatmaker at the moment. br /br /The song is very creative with the radio call-in conversation, the beat is excellent, the hook and choruses are on point and Obrafour's lyrics are timeless as usual. In response to the controversy, Obrafour has said OK doesn't necessarily refer to Okyeame Kwame like people believe. He has an issue with the Rap Doctor's assertion that he is the best rapper alive. DJ Black, one of Ghana's best deejays tried to get Obrafour and Okyeame Kwame in the same studio to do battle and settle their differences. Only the latter showed up, and Obrafour has called on him to do a reply song. We've not heard much from Obour but Reggie Rockstone has also said Okyeame Kwame should do a reply song. Okyeame sees no reason in doing so, not wanting to stoop that level. It seems most Ghanaian music fans side with Obrafour though, he commands a lot of respect amongst hiplife fans.br /br /This is not the first time Obrafour has seemed to stoke fires with other artists. He has well-chronicled 'battles' with Lord Kenya. a href="http://museke.com/node/205"Lord Kenya/a had lines in 'Aka esi ani', Obrafour had lines in 'Oye Ohene remix'. Obrafour even called out the legendary a href="http://museke.com/node/243"Reggie Rockstone/a in 'a href="http://museke.com/node/8"Bra be hwe/a' saying i"Yɛanwo obiara a, microphone da n'ano; Insha Allahu, w'anka no yie a, mɛte wo to"/i. Can't think of any response from Rockstone though. Kontihene got involved with a href="http://museke.com/node/395"Kwaw Kese/a concerning Migizigi and when Obrafour returned from a short hiatus with 'Ako', he went at a href="http://museke.com/node/238"Kontihene/a. You may criticize him for stirring up beef, but the way he does it is genius. Personally, I think, it's good for hiplife, so far as it doesn't generate any violence or useless banter. These musicians are still friends, they just battle with their words in music. You won't see them on radio insulting each other, that's not what we want.br /br /People may feel Obrafour's taking advantage of the popularity and goodwill that Okyeame Kwame has now and I'll agree with that. He also made passes at him in his single, a href="http://museke.com/node/4344"Asem beba dabi/a, talking about i"wodi mmaa yi mu sɛ woyɛ Opabeni"/i. Obrafour featured Okyeame Kwame as one of the established hiplife artists in his Execution Diary compilation in 2004, so why is he going at him so much now? Inquiring minds want to know. I've met and a href="http://museke.com/node/1783"interviewed Okyeame Kwame/a and he is really a great guy. In fact, he and Obrafour are my two favorite Ghanaian rappers now. I really hope they come together to make a track soon. br /br /Back to Kasiebo and The Game controversy, do you guys know Shatta Rako, a Kumasi-based musician has recored a song called "Da shame of the game" which is an answer to "the Game". a href="http://museke.com/node/1828"Shatta Rako/a worked on Okyeame Kwame's award-winning "a href="http://museke.com/node/1897"M'awensem/a" album so for him to criticize him is very interesting. He actually makes reference to a paedophile, referring to a rapper with no style and telling One Mic to "cry your own cry". Read the a href="http://museke.com/node/4004"lyrics here/a. I am yet to hear from Shatta or Okyeame Kwame (both good friends of mine) about these issues. I think Okyeame, Obour and Richie's song was great and needed when it was released. A remix has been released and you can listen to it a href="http://museke.com/node/3077"here/a. Will report back later. br /br /I believe Obrafour's newest album would be legendary. His single, a href="http://museke.com/node/4333""In hiplife (In this life)"/a, featuring Sarkodie, is a marvelous track. Here, he gives a href="http://museke.com/node/2407"Sarkodie/a (who's seen as the most promising hiplife artiste today), advice on a long-lasting career and seems to pass the hiplife mantle onto him. It's nicely done. He also has a track called "My praises", which is a gospel one and he promises to release a video for it. He talked about how radio never really pushed his gospel-related tracks. If you've followed his a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Obrafour/144949447578"Facebook page/a, Obrafour has a new-found religious attitude and vigour and plans to praise God for all He's done for him, especially in the last few year when Ghanaians didn't hear much about Obrafour. He has other tracks with a href="http://museke.com/node/167"Samini/a (How will I know) and some other upcoming musicians. And yes, he's working with Hammer of the Last 2 as well, though none of the three released singles feature him, but JMJ and Kaywah. br /br /It's great to have Obrafour back. Hiplife is alive!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957153574047966177-1306571438156583662?l=mightyafrican.blogspot.com' alt='' //div

• 8:09

  Time and tide waits for no man

   » ‎ Rose among Thorns
  Without asking I waited
  Hoping you'd come around
  Realize I was good for you
  That I was all you needed
  
  Now you ask me to wait
  Hang in there for you
  To get your act together
  Because now you want me
  
  Time waits for no man
  I have been told
  And you had my heart
  Even without asking for it
  
  But time waits for no man
  And I am not waitng for any man
  

• 6:00

  Trust, Lust, Thrust Dust

   » ‎ ANTI-RHYTHM
  He tailed his wife to the playboy politician’s country home. It was 3 p.m. She was supposed to be at work at the city centre. He rapped on the door, wailing and yelling to her to come out, but she did not. The good-time Charlie emerged and smirked, “Yes, I’m shagging your wife, what can you do about it?”div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564356874518161776-8802720450847960955?l=antirhythm.blogspot.com' alt='' //div

• 1:06

  Monday Rant!

   » ‎ Baring Testament
  
  As promised this is you second installment of the silly calamities that befall me on Monday's so here goes...
  
  When I arrived at work I realised that I had somehow managed to set the time on my brand new phone to the wrong time. And since my real time is unfortunately troubled by GMT (Ghana Man Time), I spend most of my life running late. So today I bolted into work like demons were chasing me, as in, I ran all the way from the evil Jubilee Line platform to my workplace. Huffing and puffing like an old goat only to discover I was TWO WHOLE HOURS early. I could have cried! THEN on the way home I managed to be the ONLY PERSON in a crowd to get splashed when the bus we had waited twenty minutes for decided not to stop. When I finally got to my door I was near tears, such was my happiness just imagining the warmth on the other side, except my mum had left her keys in the door from inside so I couldn't unlock it from the outside. The doorbell is broken so I stood knocking on my own front door for AN HOUR. While my mum enjoyed an hour-long call to Ghana, her mobile was dead and the house phone was obviously engaged. Grrr!
  
  Silver lining: The new fone I got on Sunday means I no longer have to carry a spare battery and a charger everywhere I go. Yay for me!
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• 0:00

  Who let Goka out?

   » ‎ Ato Kwamena Dadzie Latest Blog Articles
  Itrsquo;s hard to believe that Private Seth Goka, one of the three soldiers, standing trial for the murder of Alhaji Issa Mobila just got up and walked out of the military detention facility he was being kept in. He must have been helped. Thatrsquo;s my gut feeling. Alhaji Issa Mobila, ...