Dwarf Economics and Allied Services. Critical News, 16th February 2014

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Business in Ghana

Sydney Casely-Hayford, sydney@bizghana.com

Whoever said we are a very religious country forgot to tack on that we are also a very superstitious country. Somebody’s cow floated its way into Nii Kukurudu’s Chorkor fishermen’s net, deceiving my Accra peeps that they were onto a bumper harvest.  When the net came up with a bull, the news spread faster than the renouncement of an imminent cabinet shuffle, which is on its way because JJ Rawlings has asked for one.

Digressing for a minute, JJ publicly suggested to the President that he might do well to appoint some new ministers, maybe replace the school boys and girls the NDC Government currently employ; those making high level ministerial decisions when they are yet to be certified by a university that they are capable of higher education.  It is well known that some key ministers are still being tutored for higher degrees, so…

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Synchronicity

I float, formless, weightless, completely devoid of any substance yet I am aware. As I move through the air I begin to consolidate, becoming heavier yet still light enough to stay afloat. I am a cloud now. Pregnant, I burst forth and am inevitably drawn downwards: free-fall. I am not afraid as it feels so natural, so free of inhibition, so good.

Contact is made with the scorched earth which readily embraces me like a long lost friend. I seep deep into its bosom, growing ever welcome due to the friendly heat offered. A welcome change from the chill of the open air. I am not allowed to settle as roots absorb me, wooing me with promises of transcendence. I flow up their length n climb up the powerful trunk. I am nectar; lifeblood of the tree. Coursing up n down dragging myself out of the earth tires me. I stretch out becoming the branches, waving and weaving gracefully in the wind like a young woman dances and weaves to the tribal rhythm of drum and song.

Something pulls me to the edge. All of a sudden I yearn for the earth like all of God’s creations do. I seek to touch base and be at one with everything. Feeling heavy, I droop gradually till I drop; fully ripened into the palm of a young man. He wastes no time in using me to satisfy his hunger. Yet again I am apart of a different entity, also unique, infinitely complex and wonderful in its own way. I am part of him. I am fuel for his body as well as his mind. His thoughts take root and ideas begin to form. Infused therein I flow from his brain, down his arm, into his fingers, through the pen and onto the paper. Now being read my journey continues with you, dear reader. And so I ask: “where lies the road from here?” You are the only one who holds the answer and as such, am glad to aid you down that path.

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Roses on a Vine

Like roses on a vine do we intertwine. In that space of time I am yours and you are mine. You lie enveloped in my arms with just my shirt and underwear on, gazing deep into my eyes and further into the dark fathoms of my soul. With the tip of my finger I trace a long, light, line of fire down the length of your right arm. You respond by drawing a languid line of ice up my left leg with your toe. This is not the afterglow of lovemaking. No, nothing as base as that. Rather this is how we enjoy our sanctuary from the craziness of the world outside. For in this room nothing exists apart from you and I. As we gaze deeply into each others eyes your lips part, ready to say something. Loathe for you to break the silence, I cover your lips with mine, effectively taking in what you have to say without you having to utter a word. Mmmmmm……….sweet words………. A wind blows through the window, making the curtains dance and carrying with it the sweet smell of wet leaves after the rain. U shiver slightly and I draw you deeper into my warm embrace. We lie like this for a moment and then some but alas we belong to the world and we each have a role to play in it. We are two pieces that fit to form a whole picture and the love we share forms the glue that hold it together. We untangle ourselves and get ready to leave. You get to the door before me and I hang back to take in the view: not out of a perverse desire but for the need of preserving this moment in my mind. For the sad fact is when you step out that door you belong to another and I belong to no one but myself. Therefore the need to preserve the image in my mind to help me brave my lonely world; until the next time. We part ways without a backwards glance each knowing that there are things to be done, duties to perform, places to go and obligations to fulfill. Stealing one last look will not be in the best of our mutual interests as it gives us perspective on what we leave behind. However, like a sweet secret we console ourselves with the knowledge that in that room, for that brief span of time, I will forever be yours and you will always be mine, as our bodies intertwine like roses on a vine.

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The Battle

The battle raged on: hot loud and fierce. It was akin to an insatiable beast, consuming all in it’s path, friend or foe alike. It lay to all sides of the compass, even above and below, giving the feeling of being swallowed whole by the monster. To make matters worse the battlefield lay in a forest, shrouded in fog so thick u could hardly see 5 feet in front of you. In such a situation the only way lay ahead; ever onwards, taking the enemy as he came. The enemy: never had I encountered such a relentless bunch. They came at us from every conceivable angle and were being aided by the fog which hid them from sight until they were practically on top of us. Yet still we fought on my team and I, hacking, slashing and goring till we attained an almost musical rhythm. Hundreds fell to my left and countless more fell to my right in my effort to carve a blood soaked path straight to the heart of the battle, where we would end this. All of a sudden, we break into a clearing. For yards ahead and around all was clear. It was as if the fog and forest dare not approach this hallowed ground. But I was too busy trying to accept what stood before me: the very essence of my nightmare, my worst fear made flesh. The monster was vast. One would mistake it for a small mountain or hill but i kew better as I had encountered this very beast many times before. Even the old wounds it had inflicted, long healed, seemed to be responding to its mere presence. I realized I was standing still, shield down with sword pointed at the ground and vulnerable to an attack but at that point, I was helpless. As I said, I had encountered this beast before but it never looked the same: constantly morphing, changing, transforming and not just entirely but even parts of it. It would have 5 heads one minute and 8 the next, scaly and reptilian at one point and before u realized it starts sprouting thick wiry fur. Some parts of its skin were cracked and oozed an acid which in itself emmitted poisonous fumes. It breathed fire and sometimes sprouted wings which could generate a draft powerful enough to drive a man a step back. How were we to defeat something like this? How could we even possibly fight it, not to speak of winning? I have never considered myself a leader of men but at that moment I realized that all in my team had their eyes on me. Whether we balked and ran or charged head on to face the monster depended on the action I’d take. Had my weapons not chosen to speak at that moment I believe I would have ran for my life. DUTY, my sword spoke in a mixture of my father’s and grandfather’s voices. It reminded me in a curt manner of my lineage: men who never gave up in the face of insurmountable odds yet prevailed. It reminded me that one’s duty was like your skin; even if you shed it it grew on you again. In short I should not be a damned coward. CONVICTION, my shield, also spoke in the voice of my mentors; men I looked up to and from whom I drew inspiration. They reminded me of what they had taught me and the fact that they had always believed in me from day 1. In other words to not only steel myself but also to steel my will. In all this I could fell the beasts’ regard: contemplative, full of the knowledge that I could not kill it much more harm it. I looked around making eye contact with each member of my squad. The message was never clearer: WE ARE GOING IN. As one we charged. Like a puff of air from the bowels of the earth itself were we expelled, with one goal in sight: WE SHALL PREVAIL. As one did we attack and as one did we defend. In all this my sword and shield attacked and blocked, attacked and blocked till it formed a rhythm matching my heartbeat. The beast did not stand a chance against such a relentless onslaught and as we kept on hacking the smaller it grew and the weaker it became. It continued in such fashion till it was no bigger than a pup. I stood above, ready to drive home the killing blow, then I looked into its eyes. Gone was the complacency! It had been replaced by a fear tinged with hatred and anguish. I could not bear to finish it like this so I stepped aside and let it run. None of my team mates tried to block its path or questioned my decision. They all knew that we would fight it again, albeit a different version. We gathered round, battered, burnt and bludgeoned but yet alive. There would be a time to lick wounds and heal but now was not it. Silently and as one we lifted our swords to the sky, not as a sign of victory but as an acknowledgement and an oath. We acknowledged the Creator, without whose strength and guidance, victory would have been a mere wish. In the same vein, it was an oath: that so long as we drew breath and blood coursed in our veins and we had a soul encased in our mortal shells, we will continue to fight. SEMPER FIDELIS, SEMPER VIGILA, SEMPER PRIMUS.The battlefield is life: u will never see what is coming but something always comes. The enemy represents life’s challenges and problems: they will keep coming whether you like it or not. The Beast is our fear: it never takes one form but keeps changing. Furthermore we will do battle with it for as long as we live. Your team mates or squads comprise your ideas, thoughts, dreams, aspirations, ambitions, principles etc. in short all your mental processes that support you. And for those who’ve watched Game of Thrones take this as a reminder : WINTER IS COMING. For those who haven’t watched………..well sorry. :)THE END

via The Battle.

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The Battle

The battle raged on: hot loud and fierce. It was akin to an insatiable beast, consuming all in it’s path, friend or foe alike. It lay to all sides of the compass, even above and below, giving the feeling of being swallowed whole by the monster. To make matters worse the battlefield lay in a forest, shrouded in fog so thick u could hardly see 5 feet in front of you. In such a situation the only way lay ahead; ever onwards, taking the enemy as he came. The enemy: never had I encountered such a relentless bunch. They came at us from every conceivable angle and were being aided by the fog which hid them from sight until they were practically on top of us. Yet still we fought on my team and I, hacking, slashing and goring till we attained an almost musical rhythm. Hundreds fell to my left and countless more fell to my right in my effort to carve a blood soaked path straight to the heart of the battle, where we would end this. All of a sudden, we break into a clearing. For yards ahead and around all was clear. It was as if the fog and forest dare not approach this hallowed ground. But I was too busy trying to accept what stood before me: the very essence of my nightmare, my worst fear made flesh. The monster was vast. One would mistake it for a small mountain or hill but i kew better as I had encountered this very beast many times before. Even the old wounds it had inflicted, long healed, seemed to be responding to its mere presence. I realized I was standing still, shield down with sword pointed at the ground and vulnerable to an attack but at that point, I was helpless. As I said, I had encountered this beast before but it never looked the same: constantly morphing, changing, transforming and not just entirely but even parts of it. It would have 5 heads one minute and 8 the next, scaly and reptilian at one point and before u realized it starts sprouting thick wiry fur. Some parts of its skin were cracked and oozed an acid which in itself emmitted poisonous fumes. It breathed fire and sometimes sprouted wings which could generate a draft powerful enough to drive a man a step back. How were we to defeat something like this? How could we even possibly fight it, not to speak of winning? I have never considered myself a leader of men but at that moment I realized that all in my team had their eyes on me. Whether we balked and ran or charged head on to face the monster depended on the action I’d take. Had my weapons not chosen to speak at that moment I believe I would have ran for my life. DUTY, my sword spoke in a mixture of my father’s and grandfather’s voices. It reminded me in a curt manner of my lineage: men who never gave up in the face of insurmountable odds yet prevailed. It reminded me that one’s duty was like your skin; even if you shed it it grew on you again. In short I should not be a damned coward. CONVICTION, my shield, also spoke in the voice of my mentors; men I looked up to and from whom I drew inspiration. They reminded me of what they had taught me and the fact that they had always believed in me from day 1. In other words to not only steel myself but also to steel my will. In all this I could fell the beasts’ regard: contemplative, full of the knowledge that I could not kill it much more harm it. I looked around making eye contact with each member of my squad. The message was never clearer: WE ARE GOING IN. As one we charged. Like a puff of air from the bowels of the earth itself were we expelled, with one goal in sight: WE SHALL PREVAIL. As one did we attack and as one did we defend. In all this my sword and shield attacked and blocked, attacked and blocked till it formed a rhythm matching my heartbeat. The beast did not stand a chance against such a relentless onslaught and as we kept on hacking the smaller it grew and the weaker it became. It continued in such fashion till it was no bigger than a pup. I stood above, ready to drive home the killing blow, then I looked into its eyes. Gone was the complacency! It had been replaced by a fear tinged with hatred and anguish. I could not bear to finish it like this so I stepped aside and let it run. None of my team mates tried to block its path or questioned my decision. They all knew that we would fight it again, albeit a different version. We gathered round, battered, burnt and bludgeoned but yet alive. There would be a time to lick wounds and heal but now was not it. Silently and as one we lifted our swords to the sky, not as a sign of victory but as an acknowledgement and an oath. We acknowledged the Creator, without whose strength and guidance, victory would have been a mere wish. In the same vein, it was an oath: that so long as we drew breath and blood coursed in our veins and we had a soul encased in our mortal shells, we will continue to fight. SEMPER FIDELIS, SEMPER VIGILA, SEMPER PRIMUS.

The battlefield is life: u will never see what is coming but something always comes. The enemy represents life’s challenges and problems: they will keep coming whether you like it or not. The Beast is our fear: it never takes one form but keeps changing. Furthermore we will do battle with it for as long as we live. Your team mates or squads comprise your ideas, thoughts, dreams, aspirations, ambitions, principles etc. in short all your mental processes that support you. And for those who’ve watched Game of Thrones take this as a reminder : WINTER IS COMING. For those who haven’t watched………..well sorry. 🙂
THE END

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My unfound one

My unfound one.

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My unfound one

I run after you in the crowded alley, hoping to catch up but to no avail. You keep getting away from me. Occasionally I lose sight of you. These are the moments that I bump into others who I think are you but time and time again I am proven wrong. Mere distractions, I brush them quickly aside and continue the chase. I try calling out to you, not knowing your name but nonetheless believing you would hear me, hoping against hope that you would stop and turn. Alas you never do an keep going. Being frustrated with my efforts is not an option for I have this feeling deep in my bones that you are the ultimate prize, a dream finally realized, my treasure found. All of a sudden you stop. Re-energized by this I strain harder knowing that my goal is in sight: my unfound one. Even before I reach you I begin pouring my very soul to you: to be your tower of strength, your dependable rock, you true hero. I could have gone on and on but it would mean nothing, everything would have been for nothing, if I you would not let me be your man. As I close the gap you turn and my definition of beauty was changed : the curve of full smiling lips, a slight dimple in one cheek, a glint of mischief glimpsed in the corner of the eye, the graceful way a lock of hair is tucked behind an ear. I cannot bear not seeing your full countenance so I reach out hoping to turn you to face me……….and I grasp air. Staring at a ceiling that stares back without feeling. Feeling trapped in a bed that does not and cannot know the true depth of my longing and breadth of my yearning. I slowly lower my hand to my chest, feeling my beating heart. It’s a new day, life flows on like a stream and we are swept along in its current. However I am reassured: I will catch up to you in this stream and we will flow on to whatever destiny awaits. As long as you are with me I am alright. I get up and stretch; arms reaching out to the sky as if seeking divine strength for the task ahead. I smile as I recall my dream only to be jarred into reality by my mom screaming for me to wake up and drop my niece off at school. I shake my head; some things never change.

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