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To My Mum

It is impossible to think about my life without mentioning most amazing woman I could ever wish for.

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W-ell raised to rise against prejudice and walk unchartered paths

O-rganized to replicate order in all social systems

M-eant to maintain the sanctity of humanity

A-rmed with unconditional love to aid the disarmament of the wicked

N-ostalgic about the needs of society and the requirements of this life

She is My Mother

She is Gifty Afoko

And…..She is a woman

It is impossible to think about my life without the mention of the most amazing woman I could ever wish for. Despite my stubbornness and radical approach to life vis-a-vis my aspirations vs. experiences, and the resulting chaos that could emerge, she has never walked away. She has continuously played the guide of my every step, and guards me from all external aggression.

Yes! She is a women

From my baby steps to my manly pursuits, She has been there

For fair reasons, she bears with my rare condition of bringing the rear to the fore.

Yes to the Four!

Her belief is relief because I can live to fulfill our beliefs, which is life fulfilled

I have brought her tears on countless occasions, tears that brought me fears

I’ve not been the best child, I cannot say I am the best son, but I can say I have the best of mother in the world.

Happy Birthday Mummy.

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  1. Godfrey Bawa Afoko

    October 11, 2021 at 1:04 pm

    She being your mother, she is my sister. I know the role she plays and I encourage her. No matter what a mother is a mother. Years have gone by but she stood the tide. In all this we must thank God.

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The novelty of being a Builsa

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Who are the Bulsa Ethnic Group?

Who are the Builsa Ethnic Group? A Deep Dive into the History and Culture.

The Builsa ethnic group, residing in the north-central region of Ghana, occupies a 2,000 square kilometre area. With a rich history and a distinct cultural identity, the Builsa people have thrived as farmers, cultivating crops such as millet, beans, and groundnuts. They also engage in various crafts, including pottery, wooden stools, decorative hoe and axe handles, and woven grass baskets and hats. This comprehensive exploration will delve into their history, traditions, and unique characteristics.

Builsa Warriors
Builsa Warriors In Accra

Early History and Origins

The origins of this unique ethnic group can be traced back to ancient times, as they have inhabited the region for centuries. Although archaeological excavations have yet to occur within the Builsa districts, research data from other parts of Northern Ghana provides insights into the region’s early history. As the Sahara gradually became drier in the millenniums before Christ (BC), making it increasingly challenging for human habitation, people sought new areas to settle, eventually leading to the establishment of communities in the present-day territory.

The Builsa Identity and Language

Distinct from their neighbouring groups, the Builsa people have developed a unique cultural identity. Central to their identity is their language, Buli. The Buli language serves as a crucial means of communication within the community and reflects the rich heritage of the Builsa people. While the Builsa language has its roots in the Niger-Congo language family, it has evolved through interactions with other neighbouring languages. Preserving the Buli language plays a vital role in maintaining the cultural fabric of the people.

Bulsa Musicians
Builsa Musicians

Resilience in the Face of Adversity

The 19th century marked a significant period in the history of the Builsa people as they faced the threat of the slave raider Babatu. Despite the immense challenges, the Builsa community displayed remarkable resilience and stood against Babatu, successfully repelling his attacks. This pivotal event in their history is commemorated to this day through an elaborate festival celebrated just before Christmas. The festival serves as a testament to the courage and determination in defending their land and way of life.

A Bulsa Warrior
A Builsa Warrior

Traditional Builsa Architecture

The traditional shelter, known as a compound, represents an integral part of the community’s architecture. Comprising a combination of round and rectangular rooms, the compound also features courtyards and animal enclosures. The construction materials primarily consist of mud, clay, and sand. The roofs of the rooms may vary, with some being flat and made of the same mixture as the walls, while others take on a conical shape constructed using grass. However, these structures have a limited lifespan and often collapse during heavy rains, requiring constant maintenance and rebuilding.

Social Structure and Family Units

Within the Builsa community, compounds serve as dwelling places for extended family units. Each compound typically consists of men who share a typical father or grandfather. Smaller family units, comprising around seven to ten individuals, coexist within the compound. The sizes of compounds can vary significantly, with some accommodating over 40 people while others remain relatively small. The distance between compounds is generally around three-quarters of a mile, maintaining a sense of community while providing privacy and individuality.

The Role of the Social Shelter

In addition to the compounds, the Builsa community utilizes an open-side grass-roofed shelter outside the compound walls. This social shelter holds immense significance as a gathering place for the entire family. It serves as a meeting point for various subsections of the family, including young mothers, children, older women, and men, throughout the day. Moreover, this traditional space serves as a welcoming area for visitors, fostering social interactions and strengthening community ties.

Influences of Christianity

Throughout the colonial period, Christianity made its way into the Builsa community. In 1926, the Roman Catholic Church established the parish of Wiaga, bringing with it a clinic that continues to serve the Bulsa people. Additionally, a Presbyterian mission opened in 1957, further contributing to the religious landscape of the community. These religious influences have added another layer to the cultural tapestry of the Bulsa ethnic group, blending traditional practices with Christian beliefs.

Celebrating Builsa Culture: Festivals and Traditions

The community cherishes its vibrant culture, exemplified through various festivals and traditions. One such celebration is the Feok Festival, held annually in Sandema. This event brings together the community to honor their history, customs, and achievements. It serves as a platform for showcasing traditional dances, music, and art, allowing the Bulsa people to express their cultural identity and pass down their traditions to future generations.

Education and Development

In recent years, efforts have been made to enhance education and promote development within the Bulsa community. Established educational institutions provide opportunities for young Bulsa individuals to acquire knowledge and skills. These initiatives aim to empower the community, fostering social and economic progress. Additionally, organizations and government initiatives have focused on infrastructure development, healthcare services, and agricultural advancements, contributing to the thriving of the Bulsa ethnic group.

Conclusion

The Builsa ethnic group stands as a testament to the endurance and resilience of a community rooted in history and tradition. From their early origins to triumphs against adversity, the Builsa people have maintained a strong cultural identity through language, architecture, and customs. Celebrating their heritage through festivals and embracing elements of Christianity, the Builsa community continues to evolve while preserving the essence of their rich cultural tapestry. As efforts for education and development forge ahead, the future of the Builsa ethnic group holds promise, ensuring the preservation and growth of their unique identity for generations to come.

Additional Information: The article focuses on the history, culture, architecture, social structure, religious influences, festivals, and development initiatives within the Bulsa ethnic group. By providing a comprehensive overview of these aspects, it highlights the distinctiveness and resilience of the community. The article also emphasizes the importance of preserving the Bulsa language and traditions while embracing opportunities for progress and development. Through a unique blend of historical research and cultural exploration, this article is a valuable resource for individuals seeking to understand and appreciate the Bulsa ethnic group.

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Charles Prempeh Writes – WISDOM: GHANA, A NATION IN SEARCH OF “WHY” ANSWERS

If l were a leader, l will cut down all needless and pretentious democratic and political shows by 90 percent.

The too-knowing and half-baked, partisan journalists are sinking the nation.

Similarly, comprador civil society groups keep trading Ghana cheaply, keeping the nation in the orbit of perpetual recolonization.

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l usually don’t chat on group WhatsApp platforms. But yesterday, l had the pleasure of exerting epistemic madness on two professors.

After all said and done, wisdom prevailed that we should suspend the needless, uninformed comparison between Ghana and the late industrialized nations – the Asian Tigers.

I graciously succeeded in convincing my interlocutors that the problem of Ghana and the world isn’t technical (how answers), but adaptive (why answers).

After politics suffocates the nation, splitting us into needless tribalistic pieces, l relax with the sagacity of the sages on GBC every Friday.

I pray that, as a nation, we will take a break, see the ontological nobility of the other and polish the pearls of ancient wisdom to advance human flourishing.

My readings allow me to surmise that the world has progressed technologically in a manner that is unprecedented.

Similarly, we have retrogressed morally in breaking all ethical and ontological boundaries.

The above antinomy is precise because, whereas the “why” endless questions were anterior to the “how” pragmatic answers, the inverse of the two has been the aporia of human civilization.

Whenever l read the Bible, especially the Egyptian enslavement of the Israelites, l see the wisdom in enslavement for building in us, resilience and empathy.

No wonder, God’s major concern wasn’t about the “how” progress of the Israelites, but the “why” issues of their civilization (cf. Deuteronomy 8).

If l were a leader, l will cut down all needless and pretentious democratic and political shows by 90 percent.

The too-knowing and half-baked, partisan journalists are sinking the nation.

Similarly, comprador civil society groups keep trading Ghana cheaply, keeping the nation in the orbit of perpetual recolonization.

In replacement, l will assemble young men and women to dialogue with the older generation to take Ghana from our between and betwixt state to the next level.

At least, in my home, no politics. No anxieties about material things.

We hold the philosophy that when one shares power, one loses influence. When one shares the wealth, one loses worth. But when one share love, one receives life.

Enough of the needless partisan politics. Let’s reinstate wisdom and sanity in the public sphere.

The noise is too much, no wonder logic runs in the reverse in the public sphere.

Kasa no adoo so. Maganganu yaa ya wa mu na.

Satyagraha

Prempeh Charles

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ADAGA OO! ADAGA!!!

When on my bike on bright days like this, just don’t cross my path, lest I run you down.

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The sun was meters past the horizon as the day was still toddling but showed good signs of being a very sunny one. A long winding queue snaked its way from the waakye seller’s joint to the edge of the street. The Koko seller across the street had also been swallowed by the crowd of school children that had circled her, screaming on top of their voices to get her attention.

I hated to join long winding queues just to buy a widow’s mite worth of food. Gliding on the back of my not-too-new bicycle, I made a quick U-turn and headed for “makpor” the beans seller’s end. The path leading to the “makpor” was a steep one and required a great deal of experience and a touch of perfect riding skills like mine to go unharmed.

Dexterously using my weight to bring the bike to the middle lane of the busy street, I zoomed past two “trotros” (commercial buses), which were moving at tortoise pace. The wind tore at my ears as I sped on and I loved the flapping sound its impact made in my ears.

When on my bike on bright days like this, just don’t cross my path, lest I run you down.

I was soon at “makpor” and thank goodness, the usual crowd there was absent. I decided to make a quick U-turn and come to perform the “sacred ritual” in the holy sanctuary- “Makpor”

Gracefully, I brought the right paddle to accelerating position, at the same time swinging the steering and adding my weight, the style was called “Cee”, it usually turned the bike 180 degrees and would leave the screeching marks of the rear tyre on the bare floor almost like the letter “C”

The rear tyre spun so fast I lost control and was thrown out of the bike. I found myself sprawled awkwardly on the floor.

A group of children who had witnessed the mighty “humpty-dumpty” fall wouldn’t stifle their laughter. Baring their teeth, they screamed laughter out of the bellies.

Wanting to show them my worth and dexterity with the bicycle I jumped onto the bike again. Holding the steer firmly I paddled swiftly and exerted lifting force to the steer and soon the front tire was up in the air-“Adagga” I maintained the posture for about 7seconds, still trying to impress my little audience, I dropped the front tire and repeated the process, this time I lifted it even higher than before.

The force was too much and the back tyre skidded off and down I went again. I hit my head hard against the bare tarred floor and everything spun before my eyes.

There was an explosive barrage of laughter louder than the June 3 thunder clapping. I lay there wishing I could just disappear into thin air or just sink into the dusty earth.

I lay there with my eyes closed for a very long time and all I could hear was continuous explosive laughter and rhetorical questions.

And that is how come I earned my infamous nickname, “Adaga”

By:  Edwin Abanga

Contact:    eabanga21@gmail.com

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