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lion cage

There is a popular cartoon that has been making the rounds for years.

 

Let me describe the progression in the scene for you.

 

The scene opens with actor standing in front of the cage with the lion locked behind it. The director briefs the actor that when the ‘action’ cue was given, the actor is to open the cage and free the lion. The lion will chase the actor around as the actor acts scared and distressed. The director then assured the actor that he shouldn’t worry about the lion harming him.

 

“Don’t worry,’ the director said, ‘the lion would eat you. It is written here in the script.”

 

“All well and good,’ the actor replied, “you might have written the script, but the question is, ‘Has the lion read the script too?'”

 

In the run-up to the 2016 Elections in Sikaman, the current governing party trained some gyatas and got some actors to go to town with those gyatas. It is clearer by the day that not everyone read the script.

 

Sebitically speaking, the NPP is reaping the results of its militarization in the run-up to the last elections. I pray that what is happening with the Delta, Invisible Forces, Azorka Boys, Kandahar Boys and associated vigilante lions, which have grown from cubs, will be a lesson for the future.

 

As I reflected on the journey to this place of violence, I realised that it is only the unobservant who would say where we are is as a result of magic. There was a build-up, gradually. At least, I saw it. And going through my previous posts on social media, I found quite a number of signposts.

 

In May, 2015, I had a short exchange on a friend’s page who called foot-soldiers of NDC the “most useless” she had ever known. I retorted that all political foot-soldiers in Ghana are useless, including those of the NPP. The propensity for foot-soldier nonsense is no respecter of party colours.

 

I asked her not to worry if she disagreed with me on my assertion as I didn’t intend to convince her. You see, one doesn’t need to use words to convince anyone about the characteristics or potential shenanigans of foot-soldiers; the foot-soldiers themselves will, by their deeds and utterances.

 

So after that, we entered the season of the foot-soldiers as the parties started their primaries. My friend was soon impressed.

 

In the run-up to the last elections, I made a statement on my Facebook wall that ruffled not a few feathers. On 25 March 2016, I wrote:

 

“I have observed a trend over the past few years. The NPP is trying very hard to shed off its middle-class, book-long tag and to show that it can also talk rubbish and meet the NDC boot-for-boot. Gloves are off. The NDC is trying very hard to remove the rural, mass, rough and violence-inclined tag and appeal more to the middle. Gradually, the NPP is resembling the NDC of old and the NDC is resembling the NPP of old.”

 

I leave you to judge how this has played out. You be the judge.

 

My only comment is that the gloves were never put back on. The vigilantes are knocking their masters with ungloved fists. And in the gut too.

 

The previous year, on 15 May 2015, I had this from an excursion in my mind:

 

“What do the teeming semi-literate, usually unemployable and mostly irrational foot-soldiers of our political parties want from their inordinate support for their parties? And from the victories of their parties? The answer to that should lead you some sober reflections. That has a great impact on the quality of the output from our political leadership. And on what we achieve as a nation between election campaigns.”

 

A few days later, on 21 May 2015, I wrote: “The foot-soldier nonsense has started in the NPP.

 

On 7 November 2015, I quoted the Communications Director of the NPP in a post as follows:

 

“’We haven’t done a good job of teaching party supporters tolerance…’ Nana Akomea. Very poignant. This phenomenon of party foot-soldiers. It will bring us some big wahala one of these days. Soon.”

 

Party foot-soldiers have seized toilets, seized constituency party offices, seized party officers, seized national party offices, burnt party offices, chased district chief executives out of their offices, stormed court premises, turned into pseudo-armies and continue to enjoy political support.

 

On 7 February 2016, I wrote on my #QuotesbyNAD page: “This foot-soldiers-going-on-rampage-at-will nonsense must be stopped. One day they will have nothing else to vandalise but their leaders who fail to call them to order today.”

 

That day is precariously close.

 

One day soon, these same party foot-soldiers will seize the Flagstaff House and seize the

President.

 

We have already seen the back-and-forth with the court case involving the Delta Forces 1 & 2 teams.

 

In Arrow of God, Chinua Achebe wrote that the man who brings home ant infested firewood should not complain when lizards start to visit. According to Nana Ampadu, in his song “Woyoo woyoo”, a leopard who goes on a pilgrimage to Mecca doesn’t turn into a vegetarian. Even if he becomes head of a masalachi.

 

What we are experiencing with the vigilante groups in the NPP follows the principles of the Newton’s First Law of motion which states that every object will remain at rest or in uniform motion in a straight line unless compelled to change its state by the action of an external force. When a car is in motion, the occupants travel at the speed at which the car is moving. When the car stops, the objects in the car (including the occupants) still travel at pre-stop speed of the car. Unless an external force changes their state, and restraints them. Like a seat belt.

 

The vigilante groups are still travelling at pre-elections and pre-inauguration speed. The governing party, their party, needs to find restraints to keep them in check and change their state. As quickly as possible.

 

This gyata who has even seen the Promise Land is asking for barbecued officials for dinner. With a serving of sobolo.

 

The feeding of foot-soldiers has emboldened them to go out to hunt for themselves. Soon, if unchecked, this reared gyata will break loose and start chewing live meat.

 

Till I come your way with another sebitical, I remain:

 

Sebitically yours,

Kapokyikyiwofaase

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I bring you very foamy greetings from the shed of Akwasi Sorfree, the best palm wine tapper in Wasaman, where, departing from his regular practice, Wofa Kapokyikyi is having a calabash of palm wine. He told me that from time to time, even Memuna gets tired of fula. No Liberty Fun Club visits today.
Wofa was quite pensive today. Me, I just sat and enjoyed the conversations around the benches under the shed.
“A fool in a pensive mood is not making any judicious plans; he is still a buffoon,” Wofa whispered, almost to himself.
“Ei, Wofa Kapokyikyi! Please explain.” I had no incline what he meant by that.
“My son, a rich man who becomes poor is still better than a poor man who is trying to become rich.”
“Ei! As for today, you are really swimming in parables.”
Wofa was not finished. “A mad man who gets cured still have some tricks with which to frighten children. And a fool who is assumed wise only has to open his mouth to clear any doubts.”
I had to get closer to Wofa Kapokyikyi to confirm whether he was in the spirit. He wasn’t. He was very sober, which was even more dangerous. For what a man says when drunk, he thought about whilst sober, and Wofa’s thoughts, when being cooked in his fertile mind, were caustic.
Oh yes, I bring you greetings from Wofa Kapokyikyi, who told me that Kotei the jack-of-all-trades, who recently graduated from village electrician to cable TV fixer, has finally come to install the apotowiwa on top of his roof so that his television set can now receive images from the capital.
Wofa says he has been following the proceedings, news, discussions, accusations, fights and all the drama from the House of State this year, and his mind was still trying to manage all the twists and turns.
“I love the state of our Parliament now. For every story, there are about four versions of the near-truth. And then the truth. I love it more when each storyteller calls the other a liar. Makes it even more colourful when the lied to is not believed, when he states his version of the truth which cannot be distinguished from the lies which the liar tries to discount.”
“Ei, Wofa, son of Premang Ntow and grand nephew of Bassanyin!” That was all I could say. I started to think that the palm wine wasn’t getting on well with the physiological mechanisms of my Wofa’s metabolism.
It is getting tangled and mangled and appearing far from simple eh? It is sounding convoluted and you are getting discombobulated eh?
Exactly! That’s the idea, to make you appreciate my confusion with the train of thoughts that Wofa was peregrinating today.
“You see, my wofaase, our big men in the House of State have given onto themselves the ‘Insult Privilege’. They have arrogated to themselves alone the power to disrespect MPs. To insult MPs. To fight MPs. They say to the ordinary people, ‘You have no right to disrespect us or to speak ill about us. We don’t need your help. We can do it ourselves. To one another.’ Who am I to disagree?”
Wofa paused and took a sip from his calabash. The foam formed a white line above his upper lip. I wondered how that line would have formed if Wofa had an Andamic moustache. He didn’t give me much time to wonder.
“You remember the accusations and counter accusations about the black polythene courier bags? You remember the naadoli-cowric statement that was covered with a polythene sheet? Did you see the fight that brought us good memories of the zoom-zoom days?”
I nodded. I did remember all of them, I answered.
I asked Wofa if the continuous use of the Insult Privilege wouldn’t dent the image of Parliament. 
He chuckled.
“How can you dent further a milk tin that has been used for various rounds of chaskele?” He said this slowly, nodding slowly.
He was done with his palm wine. Just one calabash. He stood up and held one of the bamboo pillars holding the roof of the shed in place.
Amakye the town crier who was sitting across us and had his transistor radio glued to his ears just increased the volume as we heard the latest news from the House of State. The voice within the radio said some of the big men of the house had used their special nkrataa to take some people across the cornfields and left them there. The radio voice said the man making the accusation was called Jon. Not John o, not any of the former Odikros.
We all said “Hmmmm”. Except Wofa, who said “Oyiwa!”
“Did you notice that in the visa matter of Jon vs the MP4 (apologies to Efo Kofi Gbedemah),” Wofa asked, beginning to walk towards the police station junction, at which we would turn left towards home, “ that only ‘nieces’ and ’wives’ were carried along, and not nephews or brothers?”
I followed him down the road, with my mind made up on one thing: palm wine is not good for my Wofa Kapokyikyi.
Till I come your way again, hopefully when Wofa Kapokyikyi reverts to sampling the normal spirits at the Liberty Fun Club, I remain:
Sebitically yours,

Kapokyikyiwofaase

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In the days of yore when we were we and we roamed the highlands and lowfields of the university of spiritual training, which later was given a coating of the name from Nkroful, there lived an obroni-trained herbalist in the big herbal centre near the road that ran from the abode of Odekuro right into the bosom of Otumfuo. 

Teacher Croffectus told us many market days ago on the hills of Menya Mewu, which existed side-by-side with the valley of the swinging monkeys, that everyone needed to be aware of two aspects of self for life’s journeys and to also made decisions on careers: aptitude and attitude; what one’s gumption quotient was and what his behaviours and idiosyncrasies inclined him towards.
What Teacher Croffectus failed to add was one’s debiatitude: how one looks like.
This herbalist in the herbal centre near the road looks like a fitter mechanic. Our view in the land of spiritual training was that an obroni-herbalist is supposed to look dadabee kakra, and not to have features that made you look up at the ceiling instead of admiring the handiwork of Odumakoma Nana Nyankonpon. One of the reasons why perhaps Kapokyikyiwofaase didn’t even consider the suggestion of Premang Ntow’s son, that Premang Ntow’s grandson became a herbalist. The debiatitide.
The legend was that during the period when even Nii Saddam reduced the length of his drumming sessions and gave time to the lesser business of reading his books, when men and women alike chewed the midnight kola and burnt the evening osɔnɔ, when Sir RED roamed the rooms muttering “minfitɛ gbɛmen average” (I am destroying the cumulative average of students) and admonishing students to draw any line even if they couldn’t make head or duna of the isometric drawing questions….during that period of exams, many are those who thronged the herbal centre for some relief from pain and stress, from the toils of preparation for exams and from the stress of not making enough time for one inte or the other, and the repercussions thereof. 
The story continues that this fitter-herbalist used to prescribe herbs just as you stated your ailments and many who exited his consulting room found out, when they compared tales from not different tails, that they were given the same herbs, even for different complaints. They soon concluded that the herbalist listened only with his hands.
So, one day, Nii Saddam, also called Kule, decided to get to the root of the matter. When he was ushered into the consulting room, he just sat and didn’t utter a word. But Fitter-Herbie had started scribbling away and prescribing herbs!
“But you don’t even know what is wrong with me!” Kule indicated.
“Ah, but don’t you all have the same illnesses and symptoms during this time?” Fitter-Herbie retorted.
I bring you warm greetings from my Wofa Kapokyikyi who told me that whilst it is true what our elders say, that even though heads may look alike, the thoughts in them differ, sometimes when you see how one particularly-shape head is modeled upon a neck, one can sense that the thoughts in that head have been experienced before in the past, and soon enough, the pouring out of those thoughts confirms the suspicion.
Like the stance of the Fitter-Herbie, many times when one considers the happenings in Sikaman, one gets the feeling of Ghana vu. Many times, the trajectory that issues take, like the path of a quadratic graph that rises and falls, that ‘pours water’, a line that accelerates to a crescendo and falls, like the crest and trough of a wave, seems too familiar. In Sikaman, many times when the matters hit, one just gets the sense that we have been here just the day, the week, the month or the year before, and one could almost predict the path ahead of the issue. 
The steadfast problems of our land never ceases, their recycling never come to an end. They are renewed every morning, great is our faithfulness in traversing roads just travelled. 
How are our new politicians different from the old? How different do we address our issues? Are our national scripts rehashed just for new actors?
Zimbabwean writer NoViolet Bulawayo wrote a novel entitled ‘We Need New Names’. Yes, in Sikaman, we need new scripts. We need new ways of doing things. We need new stories. We need new politics. We need to change the narrative. We need new mentalities of citizens. We need different heads and fresh thoughts from these heads, mixing in a national cauldron where each thought acts as an ingredient to produce a national meal of positive progress that delivers tangible development.
We can’t continue to be that predictable. We can’t continue to peregrinate as if we have no destination as a nation. We must get off the road just travelled and find new paths.
We need new names. No more Ghana vu.
Till I come your way next time with another sebitical, I remain:
Sebitically yours,

Kapokyikyiwofaase

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​**One of the 3 Sebiticals not published in Sebitically Speaking.
Many years ago, I read a quote which I have been looking for in the past few months but can’t find. The writer of the quote stated that he hardly gave advise on relationships (marriage) and religion, because he didn’t want any persons to blame him (the writer) for their woes in this life or in the next.
I have generally followed that advice. I hardly write about direct religious advice and I can count only about two articles of mine which are dedicated to marriage. And this is out of over a hundred full articles I have written over the more than a decade of active writing.
Last week, actually on my birthday, 3 June 2015, Accra experienced one of the worst flooding I have seen in my life. This coincided with one of the worst fire incidents that nation has ever known as well, when a fuel station near Nkrumah Circle due to an explosion of a fuel tanker. Initial reports indicate that fuel from the tanker leaked and was carried on the surface of the flood waters to a nearby fire source. As of writing, about 150 people have been reported killed from that incident. Many of the dead were sheltering away from the rains when the fire started. A dear friend of mine had left the same fuel station just 5 minutes before the blast. The total death toll from the combined fire and flooding incidents is currently over 200. 
May the souls of the departed rest in peace. 
And may we who remain behind ensure that, together, we create the environment and nation that prevents such catastrophes from happening.
As we mourn, I believe that our faith should find expression in our response to the needs of the afflicted and poor around us, and in our giving to assuage their pains. Our faith should speak through acts of charity. For instance, the least we can do as Christian churches is to donate all offerings this month to relief efforts. We should do even more. Dip into our vaults and give succour to the afflicted. 
Do an act of kindness this month.
Which is why over the weekend after the flooding, I used my Facebook page to engage my readers and followers on the principle and act of tithing, giving and accountability in our churches and religious organisations.
I have always maintained an unorthodox approach to tithing and how I disburse my tithes.
I was taught about tithing in the Scripture Union. Which is an evangelistic organisation. I felt comfortable then to give my tithes to SU and still do. So my foundational appreciation of this duty is to give for the furtherance of Christian outreach. 
My understanding is that when money is brought into the house of God (read: christian evangelistic organisation), it is to be used for three purposes: maintaining the house, supporting the workers in the house and feeding the outside world for which the house and religion exists: the poor, the afflicted and the needy.
So I continue to tithe, which means I set aside a tenth of my income. And I give to chrisitian organisations and also give out to support outreaches. Outreaches here include to the poor, afflicted and needy. 
Which means even when I see a needy student who needs funds to finish school, that person falls within my scope. If I see a poor person in my society, that person falls within my scope. If there is a project to bring relief to a community, it falls within my scope. I don’t believe that my money needs to go through the conduit of an organisation for it to be blessed enough to express christian charity and love to a recipient.
Note that I haven’t mentioned ‘church’ so far. I see that as a subset of the total universe I have defined above (recall your mathematics and sets).
I find many of our churches forgetting that we exist to affect our world and not necessarily only by the noise we make through our loudspeakers. 
This month, use your funds directly to affect a poor, afflicted or needy person.
This proposal generated a lot of responses and varied views. In our discussion on tithes, a few people made a submission that I summarize as below:
“Giving of tithes is an instruction and must go to my church. My responsibility is to obey that. How the money is used is not something I should concern myself with. It is something only the pastor(s) is/are accountable to God for.”
I was, and am, still shocked. If accountability does not and cannot start from the church, then I am not sure how we can hold anyone accountable in this land.
Perhaps I have been ‘spoilt’ by my training and association with Joyful Way and Ridge Church.
Right from the beginning of my time in JWI, I was shocked with the detailed and tough questions asked at Annual General Meetings (AGM). We used to joke that if your first meeting as a JWI member was at an AGM, you would wonder if it was a christian organization, with the Executives questioned on their stewardship and accounts.
Audited accounts are circulated to everyone and lines of expenditure and income outlined are scrutinised. The Executives would give account for each year of stewardship.
The group has a constitution which governs it and which is followed, with regular reviews as and when. The Executive body reports to a Board.
Ridge Church has its board, has AGMs and accounts given each week on preceding week’s inflows.
Perhaps my expectations of accountability in our churches are utopian.
But, back to the point of giving this month to help those affected. 
Let me leave you with some more questions:
What did you do last weekend to help someone affected by the floods? 
When was the last time your church did an outreach or donation to the needy, poor and afflicted?
Does your church have a program to support such people? Even within the church?
Do an act of charity this month.
Think about various ways you can help. If a group of people could set up a hot-lunch spot today to share food with the communities affected by the floods. They need clothing, mattresses, water. A few people have set up fundraising activities; find one and support. You can lend a helping hand whether you are in Ghana or not.
You can also join efforts to clean up your community. 
Whatever you do, don’t be on the fence. 
We are one another’s keeper, and the shoes could be on your feet the next time.
Till I come your way again with another sebitical, I remain:
Sebitically yours, 
Kapokyikyiwofaase

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Ghana @59

Ghana is 59
Should I rant
Or dance
Sikaman is 59
Should I pray
Or play
At 59 I ask
Ama Ghana
Which is
Brighter –
Your future
Or your past
Ghana is 59
Should I hope
Or cope
My nation is 59
May God make
Ghana great
And strong

(c) NAD, 060316

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I had the opportunity to speak to students and teachers who were at the National Science & Maths Quiz Mentoring Session this morning. I hardly talk about my day’s job, but having the platform to speak to these young ones was one I wasn’t going to let go waste.

Find below a link for the slides and the full text of my script for each slide.

You can download the full presentation slides here:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B679oh6BTVleMVFZbWpFX3RJTkk/view?usp=sharing

Thanks to the Primetime team for inviting me.

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National Science and Maths Quiz Mentoring Session

Speaker: Nana A Damoah

Venue: R. S. Amegashie Auditorium, Business Sch (Sch of Admin), UG

Date: 20 June 2015

Slide 2

Good morning. Let me start with a message from a friend of mine to the girls studying science.

Slide 3

I wasn’t supposed to be here today. I work in Nigeria as a Technical Manager responsible for Quality Assurance, Health, Safety and Environment, New Product Development (Research & Development) and something we call Total Productive Maintenance which has to do with systems to improve productivity in factories. I also double as the Safety Manager for Africa, for Wilmar International. We have operations in Ghana, Nigeria, Cote d’Ivoire, Uganda, Zambia, Zimbabwe, Ethiopia and South Africa. We just acquired an operation in Tanzania. The role of the Technical Manager is also such that anything which cannot be assigned to any department is assigned to mine! So my team and I are involved in getting landscapes done on the factory and deeply involved in preparations for important visitors, for instance. On Monday and Tuesday, we are expecting the Global Head of Technical for Wilmar International, and our Africa Head of Technical. So the factory is preparing feverishly and I am responsible for a number of things, including the presentations. So this weekend, I really should have been in Lagos. I arrived yesterday evening, will do this presentation this morning and return to Lagos tomorrow. I have to be in the factory tomorrow afternoon. This is to tell you how important this event is to me, to share with you about my life and career, perchance, someone here will be affected for good.

I was born in Kotobabi, Accra, 40 years ago. I just turned 40, actually, and I realised that, contrary to what they said, I haven’t grown any wiser.

Slide 4

I grew up in humble circumstances. In 1987, my parents moved to my holy village of Wasa Akropong, so at the age of 12, I started traveling between Accra, Cape Coast and Wasa. My first mentors were my parents, both of whom didn’t go beyond the middle school. But they valued education. My dad used to say that we, his children, were his houses. And, boy, did he build us with precious care and quality blocks. It may not have been implicitly conveyed but my parents instilled in us the hope and aspiration that education could be the tool for us to move up in life. And they were right.

Slide 5

I attended Providence Preparatory school in Kotobabi, where I excelled. Of course, I cried during my first few days at school. My big sister tells me she used to cry with me when she took me to school! It was only fear of my mum’s lashings that made her still take me to school. As for my big sister Yaa! She even cried when I was going to boarding school for secondary education, fearing that I would be ‘homoed’ to death!

Those days, we sat for the Common Entrance exams at Class 6, second term. As we waited for the results, our school used the third and final term in Class 6 to start treating some subjects that we would encounter at secondary school. It was during this term that our teacher, Mr Edem (we all called him Brother) realised that I was good at Science (and Mathematics). My father’s strategy, then, was to take his children back to our hometown for secondary education so we didn’t lose our link to our roots. So my siblings Nana Ama, Ntiako, Yaw and Maame Efua had all gone to Amenfiman Secondary School. My first choice for secondary education was Amenss, keeping to the tradition. But, with this realisation, Mr Edem realised that there was a problem: Amenss didn’t have a science department. So he went home to see my dad and convinced him to send me to a Science school, telling my dad that I was destined to be a medical doctor!

Slide 6

So that is how I got to Ghana National College. And I knew right from Form One that I would be reading science subjects when it was time to choose the route for O Levels and A Levels. Those days, we used to have an exam in Form 3 and on the basis of one’s performance, the selections were done. It was crudely allocated, those routes. The top students got to do science, the next set business and the next (note that I am not saying the last) were selected for art or humanities subjects. We know better these days. Mr Edem was right: I performed very well in Science and Mathematics, and made it to 4S (Science). At the O Levels, I was the best performing student for Ghana National, in 1991, with a distinction.

Slide 7

The story of Ghana National is linked to the liberation of Ghana, and so Nkrumah inspired us all to be the best students we could be.

Slide 8

As we filled in our selections for Sixth form school before the O Level exams, I chose GSTS because it was one of the best science schools in Ghana and also because my favourite cousin, Albert, was there. But when I went for my O Level results, I went to see the Assistant Headmistress and asked that they picked my forms for Ghana National, because I wanted to stay there for Sixth form.

As this stage, I realised that I loved both my mathematics and my biology. I have grade 1 in both Biology and Mathematics, and grade 2 in Additional Mathematics, I believe. But if I wanted to do mathematics instead of biology at Sixth form, then my dad’s dream of me becoming a doctor would be sacrificed. That was my first junction of decision. Initially, I was offered Biology based on my grades and the wish of my tutors. I had to negotiate with the Assistant Headmistress, Mrs Fanny Adu-Mante to change to Mathematics. She had to effect the change on the prospectus and sign against it.

Slide 9

Initially, I was offered Biology based on my grades and the wish of my tutors. I had to negotiate with the Assistant Headmistress, Mrs Fanny Adu-Mante to change to Mathematics. She had to effect the change on the prospectus and sign against it.

Slide 10

So I did Mathematics at Sixth form, plus Physics, Chemistry and General Paper.

Slide 11

I was the best A Levels student for Ghana National in 1993.

Slide 12

Having dropped medicine as a career option, I really was not sure what to study at the university. During sixth form, we had a number of career talks. I learnt from one of my teachers and mentors, Mr Gordon Egyir-Croffect, that to choose a career, one must consider both aptitude and attitude. Using this, I knew that even though I could easily handle medicine, I wasn’t particularly enthused about blood and the hospital environment! Reflecting back, I think if I knew about other branches of medicine, I would have reconsidered. Computer science was just evolving and I particularly remember one talk by students from Cape Vars, where one of them spoke passionately about computer science. I was enthralled. When one of my Maths teachers asked me what I wanted to study at the university, I told him about my interest in computer science. He quickly killed the interest! He had studied the same subject in the University, and was now teaching Mathematics, he told me. He asked me to consider engineering. The two popular engineering disciplines we knew were Mechanical and Civil. Civil didn’t excite me; so Mechanical Engineering was the key consideration.

That was the first time I ever thought about engineering. I went to my holy village to do my national service at the school I nearly attended for secondary education: Amenss. This was in 1993, and the last batch of the old O Level system was about to complete. I helped teach them General Science and Mathematics and then taught Physics, Chemistry and Mathematics for the SSS students.

Slide 13

I was at another decision point.

We had about four graduates serving with us; most of us were post-Sixth form and pre-university. One of them, Uncle Bee (Dr Richard Bissah, now of the Optometry Department of 37 Military Hospital), was a graduate from UST and a Katangee. He told me about chemical engineering and asked me to consider that in addition to mechanical. I selected both of them as options – those days, you could buy as many forms as you wanted and pick a lead option for each form.

Slide 14

When the results of the admissions came out, I had been selected for Chemical Engineering and also assigned to Katanga! After just the first semester of Technical drawing and Basic Mechanics, I thanked God that I wasn’t selected for Mechanical Engineering! I thoroughly enjoyed both the course (Chemical) and the hall! This is a classic definition of chemical engineering: Chemical engineering is a branch of engineering that applies physical sciences (e.g. chemistry and physics) and life sciences (e.g. biology, microbiology and biochemistry) together with mathematics and economics to produce, transform, transport, and properly use chemicals, materials and energy.

I spent time also on extra-curricular activities on campus, such as acting, writing and evangelistic music (with Joyful Way). I finished top of my class, in the graduating class of 1999.

Slide 15

I was selected as a Teaching Assistant in my department for my National Service. At the time, I was keen on graduate studies right after my national service, so I studied for both GRE and GMAT. Again, I had a decision to make but time was to decide for me. In March 2000, my friend Dapaa and I saw an advert in the papers for management trainee interviews at Unilever. We both applied and went through the various stages – about four in all – up to the final board selection stage. Only one person was selected as a management trainee in our group and about five of us were shortlisted for direct entry –immediate vacancy – roles. In June 2000, even before I finished my national service, I got an appointment with Unilever as a Quality Audit Manager, with responsibilities for quality systems audits in the factory and third parties including suppliers and for trade quality; I started on 15 June 2000. For the remaining three months of my national service, I travelled over the weekend from Tema to Kumasi to attend to my TA duties and returned on Sundays to Tema. After 4 years in that role, I was promoted to full manager in January 2005 and move to the production department as the Spreads/Oils Processing manager, in charge of the palm oil refinery and the margarine plant, producing such brands as Frytol and Blue Band Margarine.

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After years of trying, in May 2005, I got awarded British Chevening scholarship to study for my Masters in Chemical at Nottingham University. I resigned from Unilever and left for the UK. I returned to Ghana two weeks after my studies in October 2006 and reapplied to Unilever. This time, I was appointed Production Manager for Spreads and Cooking Products, which meant the addition of Frytol packing to my role. The next year, I was made the Production Manager for Foods factory in Unilever Ghana, which added Royco to my portfolio. I had the opportunity during this time to spend time in Kenya and South Africa on short term attachment and also served on a committee of Margarine Production managers across Africa and the Middle East.

I left Unilever again, for eight months to work for Nosak Distilleries, which wanted to build an ethanol distillery in Ghana, as the Country Manager, helping to establish the commercial aspect of the business. In this role, I interfaced with the business aspects of running a factory or setup.

In April 2010, I was re-engaged by Unilever, this time in Research and Development, first as the Technical Manager for Ghana and later for Ghana and Cote d’Ivoire. I was in this role for 2 years.

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So by 2012, my career had covered Quality Assurance, Production/Manufacturing, Project Management and Research & Development, with interfaces such as Safety, Health & Environment, Engineering management, Procurement and Supply Management.

PZ Wilmar, my current organisation, was formed in 2011 with the ambition to establish a food ingredients consumer brand. In October 2011, a search was initiated globally, by a recruiting firm based in UK, for a Technical manager, with experience in QA, Production and R&D. When I was first contacted in late 2011 and we started the discussions, the lead consultant for the recruiting firm intimated that it was as if the job description was written with me in mind! My former boss and Supply chain director, who I knew from Unilever (he was the Vice President for Supply Chain for Unilever Central Africa, which is Africa south of the Sahara and north of the Lipopolo – excluding South Africa and North Africa), told me earlier this year (after dodging my question on his role in getting me to Nigeria) that the recruiters brought a tall list of potential candidates, most of them Indians and I was about the only African on that list. He said that when he discussed with the Global Technical Director for PZ Cussons, the man (called Sai, and also ex-Unilever) told him (Kattie) that if they started the discussions and I was interested, they should forget the other candidates!

So that is how I was recruited and in April 2012, I started this current role. We have started and built the largest palm oil refinery in Nigeria, processing about 1000 tons per day of crude palm oil or olein per day. That is about 33 of those tankers you see (the ones that move fuel).

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So: that is the story of my career so far. And I am still evolving.

What are some of the things that have brought this far:

  • Critical thinking: engineers are problem-solvers. Managers exist to provide options for problem solving. My former professor in Tech said that engineering is guesswork but how good your guesswork depends on how good your training was.
  • Take a bit at what is thrown at you. The real learning is not in the classroom but in the field and how far you will go depends on the learning you do after school. I didn’t study quality assurance or safety as an elective in the university.
  • Be ready to experiment and go out of your comfort zone. I say the best you can take out of school is the ability to learn new things. It is a bit like research. For my masters, I did a simulation of dust emissions from a quarry. A new topic I took up and developed into a thesis within 3 months.
  • In your career, you will be asked to wear various clothing. And you will learn new skills. Be flexible. Be open. Be adventurous.
  • When I was in the University, I wanted to be an innovator and an expert. I have ended up as a manager of many colours.
  • You have to learn to replicate yourself and train others if you want to move up.

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  • You will be given unfamiliar tools. You have to be versatile and learn quickly.
  • People management is important to your career as a manager and an engineer. You have to learn to be down-to-earth and play at the level of the staff or those you manage.
  • Finally, ask questions. A questioning attitude is the key to engineering breakthrough. There are no useless questions.

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I have been dabbling in writing as well. This is a passion and a hobby that I have nurtured into something I use to affect my society. Interesting, many people know me for my writing than for my engineering! I share this to tell you that you don’t have to ignore your hobby or your passion. There is a myth that science students don’t speak good English. Don’t fulfil that for yourself. I got a distinction in English at the O Level and have been publishing books, my fifth book is out this year. I write good English, even if I say so myself. Science students should also be interested in the humanities.

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Allow me to end by saying that education has brought me far. As a small child in Kotobabi, I dared to dream. I was encouraged by parents who invested in me. Today, I can say my mum is proud of what her son has become and my dad, from heaven, should be giving me the same thumbs-up he gave me the day after my wedding night!

Don’t disappoint the aspirations of your parents who want you to be the best that they couldn’t be. Don’t settle for less.

And you are the ones to build this nation.

God bless richly and thanks for listening to my story.

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Having read Nana Awere Damoah’s well received book I Speak of Ghana, I was not surprised at how Nana has seamlessly turned his hand to write another amazing book Sebitically Speaking, which, in my opinion, re-echoes Nana’s place as one of the finest writers on the Continent of Africa today.

Sebitically Speaking is an impassioned insider portrayal of present day Ghana as Nana draws our attention to some of the pressing political and socio-economic issues facing Ghana today in a skillful manner that evokes a sense of urgency in the mind of reader. What sustains the narrative is the glimmer of hope and intelligent submission Nana proffers concerning the varied topics such as education, roads and management of the economy. In this book, the Ghanaian is reminded that it is not enough to carry around empty slogans – “Ghana is rising”, “Africa Rising”, et cetera – without recourse to what we need to make these slogans meaningful; whether as leaders or ordinary citizens.

Once again, thank you Nana for the reminder as you register all the finest details about Ghana kpakpakpa style in Sebitically Speaking.

Whether as living beings or mythological figures, Nana’s contribution to Ghanaian literature will always be remembered.

Grab your copy!

Kwaku Frimpong, Graduate Student in Environmental Biology, Canada

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