“The world will only come to appreciate Africa when we learn to celebrate our own.” These are the words of Managing Director of Bábu Global, Sandra Appiah, the company behind the prestigious Ghana Legacy Honors launching on March 25th at the MovenpickAmbassador Hotel.
In 2013, Sandra Appiah and partner Isaac Boateng were the first Ghanaians to be featured in Forbes’ “Thirty Under 30: Africa’s Best Young Entrepreneurs”, an annual list which profiles exceptional young Entrepreneurs of African descent around the world. Since launching in 2011, their media company Face2face Africa has served as a leading voice for the pan-African generation, helping to change the narrative on Africa in the West.
“The Ghana Legacy Honors is an initiative that is very close and near to our hearts. Ghana, for us, represents the legacy of Africa, and there have been so many people since our independence who have blazed the path for Ghana to be the distinguished nation that it is today. We launched this initiative to help tell the stories of these individuals and inspire the next generation to also become vanguards of Ghana’s legacy.”
This year, the Ghana Legacy Awards will honor six distinguished pioneers and trailblazers of African descent, including business magnate Sam Jonah, renowned tech innovator Herman Chinery-Hesse, African human rights and anti-corruption leader Anna Bossman, and distinguished corporate executive Lucy Quist. Two of the honorees, David Adjaye and Ozwald Boateng are Ghanaian descendants who reside in the UK.
Ozwald Boateng is a renowned UK-based Fashion designer who has had a transformational impact on mens fashion-wear for almost 3 decades. He was the first Black designer to open a shop on the popular Savile Row in London, and previously served as Creative Director of Menswear for French fashion house Givenchy.
David Adjaye is currently one of the most sought-after architects in the world, having designed some of the world’s biggest monuments, including the new Smithsonian Museum of African American History, which officially opened last year with a ceremony officiated by president Barack Obama.
“It is very important to celebrate these individuals who have broken glass ceilings and blazed a path for Ghanaians and Africans around the world, and use their stories to inspire the next generation. We have been fortunate to meet so many of these people,and through this platform, we hope to expose to the world the talent, creativity, and passion that lives in Ghana.”
The Ghana Legacy Honors will provide the opportunity for these pioneers to invest in the younger generation through various meet and greets, seminars and workshops where they can share their stories and inspire them.
The awards gala is taking place this Saturday at the Movenpick Ambassador Hotel. Top local and international business leaders as well as Ghanaian and African dignitaries are expected to attend. For corporate tables or tickets, please visit Ghanalegacy.com, email firstname.lastname@example.org. or call 0506556661
It’s been almost three years since we first met. It feels like longer; how can so much have changed in such a short span of time? I still remember the very first time I saw you, but I guess I didn’t really see you then. You were just that friend of that guy that I know. I barely even looked at you when we were introduced—I was too caught up in my own life at the time. I never would have guessed in that moment that you’d be the one who would change everything.
It doesn’t make sense, but I feel like I owe you. That’s the thing about love, isn’t it? You left me scattered on the sidewalk but I’m the one apologizing for the mess. But we weren’t always messy. We were epic. Sure, we fought a lot but you also made me laugh harder than I ever have before. I think we were meant to be, but we were young and stupid and we did it wrong.
Looking back now, it’s hard to remember our mistakes. It’s hard to remember anything, really, except the feeling. I didn’t know what love was before I met you, but now you’re the very definition of it. I think that’s what makes first loves so monumental: For the rest of my life, my idea of love and relationships will always be rooted in you…in us. Not because I still love you, but because I did once and it changed everything.
I was angry with you for a long time after you left. I went to bed every night praying that the sun would rise and I’d finally forget your name. I tried to convince myself that I didn’t love you anymore. I knew it was possible; if I could be convinced that you never loved me, why couldn’t I do the opposite? But that’s not how it works, is it? You’re still the only one that knows the truth. You got to walk away knowing that I loved you. I was left drowning, not knowing anything.
I could have filled this letter with clichés like “it’s your loss” and blah blah blah, but I don’t really believe that. Yes, I would have done anything for you and you walked away from that, but maybe there’s more to it. Maybe we were lucky to have what we did at such a young age, even if we did burn too quickly. Maybe timing is everything, and maybe ours was all wrong. Maybe we really weren’t meant to be. Either way, I don’t blame you for leaving all those years ago.
I’m too much of a romantic to believe you never think of me. I hope you look at the empty side of your bed and wonder what I’m doing or what I’m thinking or if I look at the empty side of my bed and think of you sometimes too. Maybe I am too romantic. Maybe you never think of me at all. Maybe I’m just that girl you knew three years ago. Sometimes you scroll past my face on your newsfeed. Maybe you just keep scrolling. The truth is that I don’t know. I don’t know what made you leave. I don’t know what made you stay gone.
I have come to accept that we will always be a question left unanswered.
By Charlotte Emeljanow in LOVE
Source : hercampus.com
VILLAGE Minds Production presents another thought-provoking dramatic piece titled, Amale. ”. Amale as an event will encompass music from the famous Dela Jackson, drama, spoken word, poetry and dance. The event will happen on the 8TH Day of April, 2017 at Alliance Francaise, Accra at 8 pm prompt.
Over the past years, Village Minds Production under the abled leadership of WK Dziewornu-Norvor and Emmanuel Nii Ayi Solomon has produced two very interesting plays, namely, The Love of Mamavi and Homeless and the reviews have been wonderful. AMALE is a Ga word which loosely translated means, a lie or Lies. Man has accepted everything without asking questions and such attitude has the tendency of destroying us as a people. Performances will look at very touchy attitudes within the Ghanaian society and ridicule them with the sole purpose of drawing the audience’ attention to the ills of society and provoking them to either eschew or make corrections for the betterment of all.
Ghana as a country has a habit of celebrating persons when they are long gone and cannot see and appreciate what is being done to honour them. Amale will feature poems from Kofi Awoonor, Kwesi Brew, Attukwei Okai, Kofi Anyidoho, Fiifi Abaidoo amongst others as a way of honouring our heroes. The performance will also feature, Nii Ayi Solomon, WK Dziewornu-Norvor, Koo Kumi, Josephine Assor and Cygishmel Da’Cherub.
It promises to be a night of fun, laughter and self-introspection as well as educating the audience on the ills of accepting whatever is in vogue without considering the repercussions thereof. This event is powered by BlaqsheepMMG, events and social media experts.
“We will follow two simple rules: Buy American and hire American.”― President Donald Trump, Inaugural Speech (January 20, 2017)
Freedom is such a big deal to humanity. Everyone wants to be free. Back in the day, we could not wait to get into high school where our parents would have almost no influence on our movement anymore. We wanted to be on our own and definitely we were. As though that wasn’t enough, we were even in greater haste to enter university for one major reason― freedom to be us!
Freedom is expensive. It comes with responsibility. Independence comes not only with privileges but a sense of duty, too. After all, of what essence is independence to us when we still are in absolute dependence!
Sixty (60) years of Ghana’s independence is supposed to be no mean achievement. At a retirement age of 60, however, can we really boast of sustainable development and resources which have been accrued over the years?
A diamond anniversary of little or no achievement is not worth celebration, tell you what. It’s like a retiree who blames his woes on how harsh his father (who died many decades ago) was. As though that’s not enough, the little he has on him, he decides to blow it up on a lavish retirement party!
At 60, we are still grappling with the basic needs of our people. At 60, we produce little or nothing on own yet spend a chunk of our wealth on imports. At 60, we are still depending on foreign coaches― we are just allergic to hiring our own Ghanaians to be at the helm of affairs. At 60, we can’t buy and eat Ghanaian. At 60, we still have the colonized mind of a teen!
Can the Ghanaian ever rule his own affairs? Can we ever develop our own systems and tailor them to suit our environment without any foreign influence? Can the government ever create a serene environment to favor Ghanaian businesses instead of others’? Can we ever be really dependent on ourselves and independent of others? These are million dollar questions we still can’t find an answer to.
Our independence remains only a tag. In reality, we are still under colonialism. We just refuse to call it what it is. Our minds are colonized. Our media is. Nothing ever really belongs to us― our clothes, shoes and even our minds. We would rather go buy the rights of foreign soaps at exorbitant rates while we give local content providers peanuts. We would rather go buy Chinese chairs for parliament instead of giving our own Ghanaian the opportunity. The Ghanaian is his own enemy!
Our minds are still at slave. We think everything foreign is awesome and everything local… awkward. We would rather give every available support to the foreigner when the Ghanaian is unfairly denied that same support. And… we pride ourselves in something they call independence? We must get serious!
America is what it is because it’s always “America first!” They’ll empower their entrepreneurs. They’ll produce what they want to eat and eat what they produce, no matter how tasteless it may be. They’ll cut down on imports as much as they can to avoid undue competition with local content as they do all they can to export. They’ll brand and promote anything from America as though it was the standard. They’ll tell their own story… and tell it sumptuously, of course.
Listen. The greatness and wealth of a nation always lies within… not without. If Ghana will ever be great, it behooves on the common Ghanaian. It doesn’t depend on anyone anywhere. For Ghana to ever be as independent as we want it to be, we need to buy and hire Ghana. We need to empower the local industry to produce what we need! It’s that simple.
If you need cars, empower the locals to produce them and possibly, export the rest. If you need a booming arts industry, support it and possibly, export the content. A nation that consumes what it doesn’t produce soon cripples to poverty. Sellers rule. Buyers are ruled. If you care not about production but only consumption, poverty will be your legacy. The more you sell, the richer you become. The more you buy, the poorer you become.
The independence of this nation will start with our mindset and that’s what we can’t seem to come to terms with. Until we change our mindset that local content can’t be as good as foreign content, I’m pretty sorry independence is very far away from us. Until we make that conscious effort to pay for quality local content, independence will only be a myth.
It is very possible to consume what we produce. Support Ghana made. That’s how independence starts. Local content doesn’t mean inferiority. Made-in-Ghana is not another name for substandard goods. Ghana can be better only as much as we will invest in it; only as much as we will want to patronize what is produced here. The America you admire is an investment of Americans. The Ghana you will someday admire will only be an investment of Ghanaians.
What is change? Change is when we change what we used to do and how we used to do it. I hope to see the change we voted for. It starts with you and me. Buy Ghanaian. Hire Ghanaian. Quality accompanies opportunity. It takes an opportunity for quality to be improved. If there’s no opportunity after all, there won’t be quality improvement.
Happy Dependence Day! I pray we become independent soon.
The writer is a playwright and Chief Scribe of Scribe Communications (www.scribecommltd.com), a writing company based in Accra. Get interactive with him on his Facebook page, Kobina Ansah.
It’s my life’s dream to become a powerful woman and a change maker. Empowering women to build self confidence through personal style.
While on my style journey, the one experience commonly shared by women who have endeavored to step up their confidence and self esteem game is dealing with other women who instead of supporting, rather sabotage them.
Making aggressively negative judgements and less flattering comments about other women’s appearance and their personal style.
Fashion Bullying is reaching a new level because people feel and think you need their approval to project your personal style.
Most people are afraid to dress a little cuter because they are afraid of what others might think or say.
When you dress up for the sake and approval of other people, you lose the ability to experience your authentic self…the you that needs to be celebrated will be lost to low self esteem.
During a style session, I met a friend, let’s call her Adzovi..she told her story..its a story I hear all too often and there are so many of us out there who have shared experiences. This was her story;
“Growing up, I wanted to be a “fashionista”, a trend setter, the first to always wear something new. I was almost always seen looking through magazines for inspirations.
Like anyone, I enjoyed the compliments that comes when I put pieces together, it makes me gush.
But my confidence crushed one fateful day when I decided to try a new outfit.
I posted a cute but weird outfit on Social media. I loved the feeling of confidence that came with putting together that beautiful outfit. The outfit meant everything to me. I had no idea that that outfit would receive so much attention.
People left hurtful comments on the picture. I began reading the most disgusting and brutal comments about myself.
I have always admired women who aren’t constrained by the pressure put on them and don’t give a damn about what anyone thinks of their dress sense, I looked at myself as one but not during these style crushing moments.
To believe that, these comments came from fellow women. Some called me “slut” “Whore” Cheap”
“Tacky” “Cheesy” “Unsophisticated” “Ugly” ..women are indeed their own enemies.
I felt pathetic and the only one I could talk to was a friend, who instead of consoling me, read the comments and laughed at me.
I began living in days where I hate myself and wish I didn’t embark on this journey after all.
I then decided to distant myself from my childhood dreams and focus on something that wouldn’t put me in a situation that will make me feel powerless”
After speaking to her, I explained to her that she wasn’t alone. Only few women admire confidence in other women and they only do so because they know what is required to develop confidence.
Personally, I have come to realize that, being fashionable and stylish means more than just wearing trendy outfits, who you are is probably never going to change and no matter where life takes you, you will inevitably come across others who think they know what’s best for you.
There’s always another chance to shape and elevate your self confidence and eliminate every insecurity that will prevent you from living as your authentic self.
You can only care less about what people say about you when you step up your confidence and self esteem game. People’s hurtful comments does not determine your self worth.
No matter what others perceive, your story is your story, no one can tell it better that you.
Every Queen has a story I believe is unique and must be told.
Join the #MyStyleMyWorth Confidence Campaign. The campaign is aimed at bringing together queens with similar stories who will share their experiences and wonderful secrets on building and managing confidence as well as personal style.
Queens will be empowered to desist from living by fashion trends solely and focus on finding themselves and live for who they really are and not what they should be.
Dear Queens, let’s Pause and embrace a fellow Queen’s Swag.
Written by: Akuvi Adjabs
The election season is here once again. Emergency projects are being commissioned. Emergency good is being done. Wonders are happening. Nothing seems impossible in an election year. There is a diarrhoea of promises and constipation of fuel hikes.
Thank God for elections. Thank Him for promises. One man ‘this’. One man ‘that’. If the Ghanaian politician even could, he would promise, “one man, one country” with vivid evidence. Elections 2016. Do you really care?
Last week, my vicinity’s road was tarred the ‘make-up’ way. Well… it was expected. It happens every four years prior to every election. We are just waiting for the rains to wash off the ‘thick make-up’ that has been made up for our sake. If our leaders really know what is good for us as a people, why wait till now to do them?
Our political leaders are supposed to be figures we vote into office to solve our problems. In this part of our world, fortunately or unfortunately, they worsen them instead. And… fortunately because most of us don’t even care! They chase us every for years to do our civic responsibility and we chase them for the next four years to do their responsibility. A cycle of chase!
Do we really care who leads us? Some of us vote based on petty reasons while the rest watch on nonchalantly. Well… you are absolutely right to say politics won’t put food on your table, thus, the apathy. However, remember that the quality and quantity of food that may get to your table may greatly be affected by politics. The earlier you were concerned about those hands into which power was getting, the better it would be for us all.
If you don’t get involved to make the right choice, others will volunteer to make the wrong choice. They will make their choice based on what they can get after the election and not what the leaders may leave behind for the next generation. They may vote based on what their party has in stock for them today… not what the nation has in stock for them tomorrow. Wrong thrives when right doesn’t care much. Do you care?
Leadership failure is a major cause of how stagnant we have been as a people. However, followership failure is even more threatening and keeps tearing our nation apart. We can’t hold our leaders accountable.
Politically blind, we have become their yes men, nodding to every policy of theirs; right or wrong. To us, everything said or done by an incumbent government or opposition is either right or wrong depending on who’s saying or doing it. Right and wrong are relative; politically relative! And… that’s why we are still where we are. That’s why my grandparents compared us to Malaysia and Singapore. My parents did same. I am doing same. My children will do, too, and their children will keep comparing us to them. We are just allergic to change and development!
We can’t be doing the same things over and over again and expect different results. We can’t be voting for the wrong reasons and expect to elect into office the right leaders. It’s about time we voted for creative solutions to the challenges that have bedeviled us. It is about time we chose our leaders based on their track records and how they could replicate such to make us a better people. Petty voting elects petty leaders!
In this age, we still vote for our leaders based on who’s tall and who’s not? Like really? In these times when other nations are galloping in development, here we are still voting based on tribes and other petty grounds. And… these petty reasons are the reasons our nation is utterly out of season! Do you really care about your future and that of our next generation? Then… vote for foresight… not height. Don’t vote for pettiness!
Take time to analyze the prospects of each leader. Be a mature voter. Vote with the next generation in mind. You owe them that duty. They can’t fight the same battles we are fighting today. They should live in their contemporary times. They should live in their era fighting challenges of their season and not ours. Under no circumstance should they fight ‘carry-forward’ battles because we never got to overcome them. And… it all begins with good leadership! It all begins with who stays at the top.
Until we vote for the right reasons, our lives will always be a matter of urgency because it is lived under emergency. Emergency roads. Emergency schools. Emergency hospitals. Emergency politicians!
Until we care about whom we are entrusting the helm of affairs to, we will keep complaining because things are not going to change. Our nation can be better than what it is today. Between what we are today and what we could have been today is… change. Are our leaders going to change? Are we going to change our mindset as a people? Are we going to change the way we do what we do? Well… there’s no more a future for us. Today is our future!
This is just not another election. It is about you. It is about me. It is about the next generation. Do I care? Yes. I very much do. Do you care? Well…
The writer is a playwright and the Chief Scribe of Scribe Communications, a writing company in Accra (www.scribecommltd.com).