By Doreen Hammond
It took only a glance to recognise my old schoolmate Abonsan. It had been 20 long years and obviously we had both changed. But who in my secondary school in my time could ever forget that face?
He was popular for all the wrong reasons. So from the school administration to the teachers and students, right down to the “kitchen women” to the gate men and vendors on compound, Abonsan was very well known.
We were fascinated by his stylish way of walking as he glided across the compound, half of his body slanted to the ground. His shirt collar perpetually raised and in a pair of trousers, even though the prescribed attire was khaki shorts! He could fight a teacher over a simple request that his shirt should be tucked in. As naïve as we were, we cheered him on.
Abonsan was rarely seen in class. He had no notes. Carrying an exercise book was not fashionable to him, how much more a notebook. He was a nocturnal being, slept in the dormitory during classes hours and came out at night during prep, not to study but to make noise and “collect fans”.
The rumour at the time was that Abonsan’s mother was in the United Kingdom and he would join her as soon as he completed form five. He had no worries. After all he was destined for the Promised Land! Or so we thought.
The picture I was seeing now at Kantamanto was surprising. This was Abonsan at Kantamanto, with two pairs of trousers over his shoulders as he displayed another occasionally to potential customers as they walked by. When we made eye contact again, it took no time for Abonsan to melt into the crowd. It was not as if I had turned up spectacularly better myself or that I was an angel in school but Kantamanto Market? Was that the UK? And who said we needed no education to be in the UK if we wanted to get good employment over there? Or was Abonsan thinking that his mother was going to work to take care of him his entire life?
Obviously Abonsan needed some help in secondary school but who was to give it? Teachers spoke to him but it was mostly a scene of confrontation and sometimes advice and not counselling which he must have needed most.
And there was another classmate of mine, Freeman, who attended all the extra classes on the school compound. His parents ensured that he did because they wanted him to be a surgeon. According to Freeman, his parents were of the view that apart from the prestige associated with the job, he and his family will be miles away from poverty if he became a surgeon. Meanwhile, Freeman’s fear of blood was well known to his mates.
I have not had the opportunity to hear about Freeman and what became of him in the theatre if he was ever able to get there, but all didn’t look good for him even in secondary school. And all pointed at a necessity for guidance and counselling which also involves career guidance.
Guidance and Counselling is the process of helping individuals discover and develop their educational, vocational and psychological potentials.
It is meant to help the individual to achieve an optimal level of personal happiness and social usefulness.
Mrs Josephine G. Pokoo-Aikins, Director of the Guidance and Counselling Unit of the Ghana Education Service, maintains that Guidance and Counselling should start at the basic level because it is the formative years. She sees it as a process and not a one- off thing done only at one stage of a person’s life.
Unfortunately, Guidance and Counselling Units are almost nonexistent in basic schools. In most of them, they only exist in name.
This is a situation that the director finds unacceptable. For her, children at that age pick up certain habits that became very difficult to let go in adult life and that was where guidance and counselling could be of more effective help and not when things have already been ingrained.
Mrs Pokoo-Aikins says it has been very difficult to get Guidance and Counselling Units at the basic school levels because of the lack of accommodation. As she puts it, “even accommodation for classrooms is a problem at the basic level how much more setting aside one for counselling”.
For effective guidance and counselling, there must necessarily be a conducive environment which includes a comfortable place, away from other people’s eyes where children would feel free to express themselves as part of counselling.
Some senior high schools have Guidance and Counselling units but lack professional, trained counsellors. The lack of professionals for the job in some schools also presents a big challenge for the unit.
Mrs Pokoo-Aikins said it had been proven that schools which gave Guidance and Counselling the needed place in their institutions were making headway in ensuring discipline, for instance, and charting the career path of the students.
This was corroborated by the Headmaster of the Okuapemman SHS, Mr Felix Essah-Hienno. He said at that level of education, students were adolescents “and we all know some of the things adolescents can do.”
He said the Guidance and Counselling Unit of the school had a professional counsellor and that had contributed immensely to ensuring discipline at the school, which was purely boarding, with 2,200 students.
He recommends it strongly to other senior high schools.
Fortunately, the Ghana Education Service is looking at a policy formulated by the unit to ensure that the proper thing is done.
Among the issues discussed in the policy is that of professionalism. The policy advocates that coordinators of Guidance and Counselling units in schools should be professionals who have studied the course to the master’s level.
Also, it is proposed that coordinators who are teachers should be given time on the timetable to be able to do effective counselling.
The situation now is that such teachers do equal hours with teachers who only teach.
Mrs Pokoo–Aikins says the Government, and for that matter the GES, was doing its best to put Guidance and Counselling in its proper place for the benefit of students and the society. For instance, three weeks ago she returned from a tour financed by the Government, to all the regions, to meet with coordinators of the various units to review their performance and chart a new course.
Her challenge is that the Government does not have adequate resources to carry on with all that needs to be done in the sector.
She, therefore, appeals to non-governmental organisations for help. Specifically, to sponsor some of the unit’s programmes and provide accommodation in schools for Guidance and Counselling.
For Instance, the unit is proposing the organisation of an essay on drug abuse. The director says this essay will be beneficial because as students write about the subject they find out more and learn about the evil effects of drugs.
She is, therefore, appealing for sponsors for the programme.
But it is not all about education and career. The unit also provides services to churches and even individuals who she says could walk into any of the units in the regions and districts to seek counselling even as working adults.
There were a few other students who behaved like Abonsan in my school. Somehow, they must have realised at a point that they needed to “look sharp” so they combined play with studies at the blind side of others.
They have become teachers, lawyers, engineers and administrators etc--- useful to themselves and society. There may be more Abonsans in our senior high schools and Freemans too. Guidance and Counselling will make a difference in their lives.
Writer’s e-mail: aamakai@hotmail.com
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
I am in love with a Hummer
By Doreen Hammond
The big things in life are fascinating. As children we had big plans and dreams, plans to buy aeroplanes once we saw one in the sky and mansions as we drove past plush mansions in the company of our parents.
Our love for big and expensive things as we grow is not necessarily a bad idea if only these expensive things could be acquired through genuine sweat and toil.
However, it so happens that most of the time, these things are achieved on the back of theft and fraud.
These days, newspaper pages are full of pictures and announcements of wanted people who are accused of defrauding their employers and others. Publications of stories of people we have admired from afar only because of the big things they own, but who are later convicted for drug trafficking are also in the library.
The accountant is aiming at a two-storey house while the accounts clerk wants to put up a three-storey version of the same house. The chief executive is thinking of getting a 6-cylinder vehicle while the general manager is frantically scheming to buy a V8.
Since most of us do not earn enough to support such grandiose acquisitions, we end up dipping our hands into coffers which do not belong to us.
The result invariably is normally constantly looking over the shoulders, dismissal from work, long prison sentences, and sometimes people becoming fugitives of the law.
In the case of some up-and-coming entrepreneurs, this could spell the doom of their otherwise flourishing businesses as they invest capital in the posh cars and mansions to the detriment of their businesses. We seem to have thrown away one of the basic teachings at home: Cut your coat according to your cloth.
Acquiring nice and big things in life is not a crime, but going to lengths to acquire them, sometimes through foul or dubious means, is the issue here.
I have come across friends clutching three of the most expensive phones in vogue, while their rents have remained outstanding for months. Others drive some of the flashiest cars in town while their children’s school fees remain unpaid. Misplaced priorities?
While in the UK recently, my perception about cars changed completely. For instance it took me three days in London to spot a Range Rover Sport. Throughout my two-week stay, I never saw a Hummer or any of those American fuel guzzlers that adorn our streets here in Ghana.
Most of the cars in London, and I’m told, other parts of Europe, are the small cars designed to move people from one place to another. Therefore cars like the Nissan March, Peugeot 106, the Renault Clio, the Morris Minor and such other small vehicles dominate their roads, while we drive the Toyota Sequoia V8, the Infiniti V8, the Nissan Armada, the Escalade and the Hummers. It appears the in thing now is the bigger the car, the richer and more respected the owner.
Is it not ironic that a country which is just wriggling its way out of HIPC and must still carry bowl in hand to our benefactors who we feel more comfortable calling development partners, should show so much affluence and crass pomposity in the midst of our squalor and poverty?
I mean schools under trees, Sodom and Gomorrah, lack of potable drinking water, no toilets in homes, dirty markets, limited access to health facilities, and frequent appeals by mothers in the media for money to enable children undergo surgery in order to live; an indication of a poor social welfare system.
Have we sat down to reflect for once, the dire consequences on us if our donor friends (the real word, not development partners) decide to also invest their wealth in such vain and mundane ventures and forget about us?
This brings to the fore the issue of our choice of cars. What should inform the average Ghanaian in his attempt to choose a car from the market? Must it be a used or new car and what are the factors to consider? (Note that we are looking at the average Ghanaian and not the self- actualised tycoon or big-time businessmen and women whose choice is more or less a statement to announce to society that they have arrived at the top.)
The emphasis is on the average worker who just needs a means of transport to move from one place to another just because of an unreliable public rail and bus transport system.
I asked Mr Francis J. Amegayibor, General Manager (sales) of Silver Star Auto Limited for advice on choosing a car.
“You are better off with a new car”, he thinks.
He buttresses his point with the fact that new cars have the benefit of a warranty, are less problematic and maintenance cost is lower.
Mr Amegayibor says it is necessary to consider maintenance cost and the budget available in making that decision.
He says although used cars can be bought at cheaper prices, they are more accident prone and are more likely to break down.
To him, prestige and social status does not influence his choice of a car, his main concern is durability.
Mr Kwesi Blankson, an exporter of used Korean cars at Achimota does not support the idea of buying a new car in Ghana.
He is of the view it does not make economic sense to invest heavily in a new car because of the nature of our roads which would not make it last. For him, buying a used car and changing it after every five years is a better deal.
Mr Leslie Sackeyfio is a chartered insurer and the owner of a pre-owned Toyota |Corolla which he bought because “I wanted to use a Toyota and the budget could buy a home-used one”.
He said most of the new cars being sold on the market have smaller engines and are not as comfortable as the home-used Toyota.
In making the decision, Mr Sackeyfio had certain specifications in mind. He made sure the car had a fitted audio system to save him the trouble of the system being removed by thieves and also removing the face each time he parks and leaves the car unattended. He prefers an automatic transmission because he has been told that it protects the engine.
Another factor Mr Sackeyfio considered in making his decision is the availability of spare parts. He believes that most of the cars on the market now, even though new, cannot be used extensively over a long time and that the state of the roads on which one drives daily should inform our choice of vehicle.
Above all, he thinks that the cost of maintenance/servicing in spite of extensive use should be compatible with salary and maintenance allowance. Getting a new car is Mr Sackeyfio’s wish but he emphasises “not just any new car”.
It seems that buying a car is akin to choosing a wife and individual choices would continue to vary.
It is true that we earn our own income and can, therefore, decide to spend it anyhow we fancy. But, we should also consider that we live in a society where most people can hardly put food on the table. How about creating the right balance between satisfying our ego and comfort and contributing to the welfare of society?
Like putting a bowl of food on that hungry woman’s table, or giving a token to that little boy who needs just a few cedis to remain in school.
The next time you fall in love with a Hummer or any of those cars whose price can conveniently buy a three-bedroom house, ask yourself: Do I really need this car? Can I fuel and maintain this vehicle? Who am I out to impress? For what shall it profit a man if he sits high up in the sky and looks down at his brother starving to death?
• Writer’s e-mail: aamakai@hotmail.com
The big things in life are fascinating. As children we had big plans and dreams, plans to buy aeroplanes once we saw one in the sky and mansions as we drove past plush mansions in the company of our parents.
Our love for big and expensive things as we grow is not necessarily a bad idea if only these expensive things could be acquired through genuine sweat and toil.
However, it so happens that most of the time, these things are achieved on the back of theft and fraud.
These days, newspaper pages are full of pictures and announcements of wanted people who are accused of defrauding their employers and others. Publications of stories of people we have admired from afar only because of the big things they own, but who are later convicted for drug trafficking are also in the library.
The accountant is aiming at a two-storey house while the accounts clerk wants to put up a three-storey version of the same house. The chief executive is thinking of getting a 6-cylinder vehicle while the general manager is frantically scheming to buy a V8.
Since most of us do not earn enough to support such grandiose acquisitions, we end up dipping our hands into coffers which do not belong to us.
The result invariably is normally constantly looking over the shoulders, dismissal from work, long prison sentences, and sometimes people becoming fugitives of the law.
In the case of some up-and-coming entrepreneurs, this could spell the doom of their otherwise flourishing businesses as they invest capital in the posh cars and mansions to the detriment of their businesses. We seem to have thrown away one of the basic teachings at home: Cut your coat according to your cloth.
Acquiring nice and big things in life is not a crime, but going to lengths to acquire them, sometimes through foul or dubious means, is the issue here.
I have come across friends clutching three of the most expensive phones in vogue, while their rents have remained outstanding for months. Others drive some of the flashiest cars in town while their children’s school fees remain unpaid. Misplaced priorities?
While in the UK recently, my perception about cars changed completely. For instance it took me three days in London to spot a Range Rover Sport. Throughout my two-week stay, I never saw a Hummer or any of those American fuel guzzlers that adorn our streets here in Ghana.
Most of the cars in London, and I’m told, other parts of Europe, are the small cars designed to move people from one place to another. Therefore cars like the Nissan March, Peugeot 106, the Renault Clio, the Morris Minor and such other small vehicles dominate their roads, while we drive the Toyota Sequoia V8, the Infiniti V8, the Nissan Armada, the Escalade and the Hummers. It appears the in thing now is the bigger the car, the richer and more respected the owner.
Is it not ironic that a country which is just wriggling its way out of HIPC and must still carry bowl in hand to our benefactors who we feel more comfortable calling development partners, should show so much affluence and crass pomposity in the midst of our squalor and poverty?
I mean schools under trees, Sodom and Gomorrah, lack of potable drinking water, no toilets in homes, dirty markets, limited access to health facilities, and frequent appeals by mothers in the media for money to enable children undergo surgery in order to live; an indication of a poor social welfare system.
Have we sat down to reflect for once, the dire consequences on us if our donor friends (the real word, not development partners) decide to also invest their wealth in such vain and mundane ventures and forget about us?
This brings to the fore the issue of our choice of cars. What should inform the average Ghanaian in his attempt to choose a car from the market? Must it be a used or new car and what are the factors to consider? (Note that we are looking at the average Ghanaian and not the self- actualised tycoon or big-time businessmen and women whose choice is more or less a statement to announce to society that they have arrived at the top.)
The emphasis is on the average worker who just needs a means of transport to move from one place to another just because of an unreliable public rail and bus transport system.
I asked Mr Francis J. Amegayibor, General Manager (sales) of Silver Star Auto Limited for advice on choosing a car.
“You are better off with a new car”, he thinks.
He buttresses his point with the fact that new cars have the benefit of a warranty, are less problematic and maintenance cost is lower.
Mr Amegayibor says it is necessary to consider maintenance cost and the budget available in making that decision.
He says although used cars can be bought at cheaper prices, they are more accident prone and are more likely to break down.
To him, prestige and social status does not influence his choice of a car, his main concern is durability.
Mr Kwesi Blankson, an exporter of used Korean cars at Achimota does not support the idea of buying a new car in Ghana.
He is of the view it does not make economic sense to invest heavily in a new car because of the nature of our roads which would not make it last. For him, buying a used car and changing it after every five years is a better deal.
Mr Leslie Sackeyfio is a chartered insurer and the owner of a pre-owned Toyota |Corolla which he bought because “I wanted to use a Toyota and the budget could buy a home-used one”.
He said most of the new cars being sold on the market have smaller engines and are not as comfortable as the home-used Toyota.
In making the decision, Mr Sackeyfio had certain specifications in mind. He made sure the car had a fitted audio system to save him the trouble of the system being removed by thieves and also removing the face each time he parks and leaves the car unattended. He prefers an automatic transmission because he has been told that it protects the engine.
Another factor Mr Sackeyfio considered in making his decision is the availability of spare parts. He believes that most of the cars on the market now, even though new, cannot be used extensively over a long time and that the state of the roads on which one drives daily should inform our choice of vehicle.
Above all, he thinks that the cost of maintenance/servicing in spite of extensive use should be compatible with salary and maintenance allowance. Getting a new car is Mr Sackeyfio’s wish but he emphasises “not just any new car”.
It seems that buying a car is akin to choosing a wife and individual choices would continue to vary.
It is true that we earn our own income and can, therefore, decide to spend it anyhow we fancy. But, we should also consider that we live in a society where most people can hardly put food on the table. How about creating the right balance between satisfying our ego and comfort and contributing to the welfare of society?
Like putting a bowl of food on that hungry woman’s table, or giving a token to that little boy who needs just a few cedis to remain in school.
The next time you fall in love with a Hummer or any of those cars whose price can conveniently buy a three-bedroom house, ask yourself: Do I really need this car? Can I fuel and maintain this vehicle? Who am I out to impress? For what shall it profit a man if he sits high up in the sky and looks down at his brother starving to death?
• Writer’s e-mail: aamakai@hotmail.com
Friday, October 14, 2011
A case of two chickens
By Doreen Hammond
In the freezer of a supermarket are stocked two different kinds of chicken. One is well packaged, with the name of the country and farm of origin, among other important information required by the consumer, boldly written on it. It is well labelled with expiry date, weight, nutritional values and an indication that it is a broiler.
Next to it is the other chicken, just in a polythene bag that is tied at the end, with no information on it. In order to know about it I had to ask the sales girl, who replied, “It is local”.
My additional enquiries about expiry date, nutritional values and weight yielded the response, “It was brought in only three days ago”. But from which farm, she did not know. For prices, the well-packaged imported chicken was GH¢10.00 while the locally manufactured one with no information went for GH¢15.00.
On the shelves of the supermarket were different kinds of products from different countries. That was expected because ours is a country which encourages free trade and manufactures little.
There were different kinds of bottled drinks. Among them was one with colourful pictures of something that looked like fruits, with a label that had the printing so tiny it would take a witch to read.
It had a Ghana Standards Board mark though and expiry date marked with a ball point pen, two mobile phone numbers, also scribbled with pen but no manufacturer’s address. The bottle had a cover but once you held it up, the drink started spilling.
This scenario generally replicates itself in almost anything one can think of — from textiles to shoes to plastic items to food products. Yet as Ghanaians, we are supposed to patronise made-in-Ghana products.
Our attempt to encourage the wearing of made-in-Ghana clothes, known as batik and tie and dye, suffered a setback. Although it caught on so well and was so much patronised, it seemed we were all wearing uniforms because of the lack of variety. This coupled with the fabric being named after CK Mann’s popular song Adwoa Yankee has since caused some loss in patronage.
Somehow, most of our local seamstresses and tailors who sew at affordable prices don’t seem to get it right; you may have darts above the breast, kissing pockets behind your trousers, sleeves so long past the arm and lapels as large as elephant ears.
The sad thing is, the customer has to go to and fro the tailor’s shop because collection time is never adhered to. Many a customer has been sent home by such seamstresses and tailors in tears with clothing which made them look like masqueraders and wondering whose measurements were used for them — Money down the drain, no customer satisfaction, no redress.
Give a Ghanaian carpenter an order for furniture, even a similar one you have seen at his shop, and see what happens. Either he makes something different for you or he takes part of the money to buy materials for the job and starts playing hide and seek with you. First, he will say he has not been well and then you don’t see him at the shop for a while but picks your call and then he moves on to not picking calls from you at all. Until you do something drastic, that may be the end of that furniture you ordered and your money.
Talking about standards; do we have standards at all? If we did, why would a tourist see an elephant carving, place an order for two of the same thing only to go for his order and one looks more like a deer than the elephant he ordered? The lackadaisical attitude of our artisans to work makes it very difficult to deal with them and trust them.
In spite of our attempts as a country to encourage the use of locally made goods/products, there have been a number of challenges. Our challenges have been with packaging, pricing, maintaining a standard quality and therefore confidence in the product, and our attitude to work. Apart from some who may (in some cases erroneously) think that everything imported or foreign is better than the locally made, others who would prefer locally made goods are frustrated by these problems.
Studies have shown that packaging plays a very important role in moving consumers to buy a product. It even advertises the product. Well-packaged items give the potential consumer a sense of quality. Poorly packaged items suggest the quality of the product itself may be suspect. How can you, for instance, convince yourself that the ground red pepper (cayenne) that you have bought from the market only tied in a polythene bag has not been mixed with the seed of avocado just to maximise profit?
The importance of packaging is well understood by a few companies like Blue Skies, Neat fufu, Darko Farms and Nkulenu, but the general situation doesn’t look good. Buy a pack of a certain Ghanaian-made biscuit and find yourself struggling for minutes trying to open the wrap in order to get a bite.
You take the foreign one, spot the clearly marked “where to open”, spot the red thread and save yourself the trouble; secure yet easy to open.
Buy a pack of plantain chips and risk being pricked by staple pins! That is the ingenious way the manufacturer has chosen to seal the pack.
Pricing also plays a major role in influencing patronage of locally made products as far as the competition is concerned. The consumer may be so in love with locally made goods but would your purse allow you to stand by a well-packaged chicken at GH¢10 and still pick the locally made one for GH¢15.00 just because you are a Ghanaian and you want your compatriot to make some money?
Why should we be complaining that Ghanaians are buying imported chicken and not the locally produced ones? Who would not prefer a well-packed, fresh juicy moderate chicken to an imported one? But is that what we see in our shops?
The local industries have been genuinely complaining for years about lack of access to credit, high interest rates, lack of Government subsidies and unfair competition from heavily subsidised imports. These are genuine complaints which require prompt redress for the promotion of local industries and therefore our economy.
But what are the industries also doing for themselves? What are they doing to change the little things like their attitude to work and the inherent waste within most of our production chain, which is not a matter of Government policy? How serious have they been with delivering on time and gaining the trust of customers? Why would they manufacture something locally and give it a foreign label or just pack an imported product in a pack and put their label on it? Is it the issue of not believing in what they produce?
What is insulting to the Ghanaian consumer is that in most cases products for export are treated differently to meet international standards while those for local consumption are treated with contempt.
When it comes to advertising to create awareness and sustain interest in products, there is aggressive advertising of foreign imports while most of our local manufacturers just pray and fast over their products and expect that they will be bought.
Just tune in to any of our Television stations and witness the aggressive advertising on imported rice and even Indomie, while most people have no idea where to buy local rice, even if one decided to do so for nationalism sake, in spite of the stones/pellets in it and all.
We may love Made-in-Ghana goods to bits and may be very patriotic but how far are we, as consumers and customers, ready to go with that love in the face of the poor quality of most of our locally made products and the availability of cheaper, higher quality alternatives?
Can’t the same authorities who keep appealing to us to patronise our home-made goods, in a similar measure impress on our local manufacturers the need to show a modicum of respect to us by manufacturing to some basic quality and standards? After all, our elders say : when you advise the cat you must advise the stinking fish also.
The Americans love their Ford just as much as the Japanese love their Toyota because at the end of the day they get quality for their money.
The bottom line is: It is good to patronise locally made goods on condition that they can compete with foreign ones in terms of quality, price and packaging. For at the end of the day, it all boils down to getting value for ones money and that is where patriotism should end.
We may argue that “small, small we will get there”, but what efforts are we making to get there? And is fifty something years not enough to get to any destination, even if we were crawling? In any case our competitors will not stop and wait for us!
Spending hard-earned money on any commodity whose only value is that it was manufactured by an indigene while it lacks quality and aesthetic value would be taking patriotism a bit too far and taflatse, crossing over to the land of no reason.
Writer’s e-mail: aamakai@hotmail.com
In the freezer of a supermarket are stocked two different kinds of chicken. One is well packaged, with the name of the country and farm of origin, among other important information required by the consumer, boldly written on it. It is well labelled with expiry date, weight, nutritional values and an indication that it is a broiler.
Next to it is the other chicken, just in a polythene bag that is tied at the end, with no information on it. In order to know about it I had to ask the sales girl, who replied, “It is local”.
My additional enquiries about expiry date, nutritional values and weight yielded the response, “It was brought in only three days ago”. But from which farm, she did not know. For prices, the well-packaged imported chicken was GH¢10.00 while the locally manufactured one with no information went for GH¢15.00.
On the shelves of the supermarket were different kinds of products from different countries. That was expected because ours is a country which encourages free trade and manufactures little.
There were different kinds of bottled drinks. Among them was one with colourful pictures of something that looked like fruits, with a label that had the printing so tiny it would take a witch to read.
It had a Ghana Standards Board mark though and expiry date marked with a ball point pen, two mobile phone numbers, also scribbled with pen but no manufacturer’s address. The bottle had a cover but once you held it up, the drink started spilling.
This scenario generally replicates itself in almost anything one can think of — from textiles to shoes to plastic items to food products. Yet as Ghanaians, we are supposed to patronise made-in-Ghana products.
Our attempt to encourage the wearing of made-in-Ghana clothes, known as batik and tie and dye, suffered a setback. Although it caught on so well and was so much patronised, it seemed we were all wearing uniforms because of the lack of variety. This coupled with the fabric being named after CK Mann’s popular song Adwoa Yankee has since caused some loss in patronage.
Somehow, most of our local seamstresses and tailors who sew at affordable prices don’t seem to get it right; you may have darts above the breast, kissing pockets behind your trousers, sleeves so long past the arm and lapels as large as elephant ears.
The sad thing is, the customer has to go to and fro the tailor’s shop because collection time is never adhered to. Many a customer has been sent home by such seamstresses and tailors in tears with clothing which made them look like masqueraders and wondering whose measurements were used for them — Money down the drain, no customer satisfaction, no redress.
Give a Ghanaian carpenter an order for furniture, even a similar one you have seen at his shop, and see what happens. Either he makes something different for you or he takes part of the money to buy materials for the job and starts playing hide and seek with you. First, he will say he has not been well and then you don’t see him at the shop for a while but picks your call and then he moves on to not picking calls from you at all. Until you do something drastic, that may be the end of that furniture you ordered and your money.
Talking about standards; do we have standards at all? If we did, why would a tourist see an elephant carving, place an order for two of the same thing only to go for his order and one looks more like a deer than the elephant he ordered? The lackadaisical attitude of our artisans to work makes it very difficult to deal with them and trust them.
In spite of our attempts as a country to encourage the use of locally made goods/products, there have been a number of challenges. Our challenges have been with packaging, pricing, maintaining a standard quality and therefore confidence in the product, and our attitude to work. Apart from some who may (in some cases erroneously) think that everything imported or foreign is better than the locally made, others who would prefer locally made goods are frustrated by these problems.
Studies have shown that packaging plays a very important role in moving consumers to buy a product. It even advertises the product. Well-packaged items give the potential consumer a sense of quality. Poorly packaged items suggest the quality of the product itself may be suspect. How can you, for instance, convince yourself that the ground red pepper (cayenne) that you have bought from the market only tied in a polythene bag has not been mixed with the seed of avocado just to maximise profit?
The importance of packaging is well understood by a few companies like Blue Skies, Neat fufu, Darko Farms and Nkulenu, but the general situation doesn’t look good. Buy a pack of a certain Ghanaian-made biscuit and find yourself struggling for minutes trying to open the wrap in order to get a bite.
You take the foreign one, spot the clearly marked “where to open”, spot the red thread and save yourself the trouble; secure yet easy to open.
Buy a pack of plantain chips and risk being pricked by staple pins! That is the ingenious way the manufacturer has chosen to seal the pack.
Pricing also plays a major role in influencing patronage of locally made products as far as the competition is concerned. The consumer may be so in love with locally made goods but would your purse allow you to stand by a well-packaged chicken at GH¢10 and still pick the locally made one for GH¢15.00 just because you are a Ghanaian and you want your compatriot to make some money?
Why should we be complaining that Ghanaians are buying imported chicken and not the locally produced ones? Who would not prefer a well-packed, fresh juicy moderate chicken to an imported one? But is that what we see in our shops?
The local industries have been genuinely complaining for years about lack of access to credit, high interest rates, lack of Government subsidies and unfair competition from heavily subsidised imports. These are genuine complaints which require prompt redress for the promotion of local industries and therefore our economy.
But what are the industries also doing for themselves? What are they doing to change the little things like their attitude to work and the inherent waste within most of our production chain, which is not a matter of Government policy? How serious have they been with delivering on time and gaining the trust of customers? Why would they manufacture something locally and give it a foreign label or just pack an imported product in a pack and put their label on it? Is it the issue of not believing in what they produce?
What is insulting to the Ghanaian consumer is that in most cases products for export are treated differently to meet international standards while those for local consumption are treated with contempt.
When it comes to advertising to create awareness and sustain interest in products, there is aggressive advertising of foreign imports while most of our local manufacturers just pray and fast over their products and expect that they will be bought.
Just tune in to any of our Television stations and witness the aggressive advertising on imported rice and even Indomie, while most people have no idea where to buy local rice, even if one decided to do so for nationalism sake, in spite of the stones/pellets in it and all.
We may love Made-in-Ghana goods to bits and may be very patriotic but how far are we, as consumers and customers, ready to go with that love in the face of the poor quality of most of our locally made products and the availability of cheaper, higher quality alternatives?
Can’t the same authorities who keep appealing to us to patronise our home-made goods, in a similar measure impress on our local manufacturers the need to show a modicum of respect to us by manufacturing to some basic quality and standards? After all, our elders say : when you advise the cat you must advise the stinking fish also.
The Americans love their Ford just as much as the Japanese love their Toyota because at the end of the day they get quality for their money.
The bottom line is: It is good to patronise locally made goods on condition that they can compete with foreign ones in terms of quality, price and packaging. For at the end of the day, it all boils down to getting value for ones money and that is where patriotism should end.
We may argue that “small, small we will get there”, but what efforts are we making to get there? And is fifty something years not enough to get to any destination, even if we were crawling? In any case our competitors will not stop and wait for us!
Spending hard-earned money on any commodity whose only value is that it was manufactured by an indigene while it lacks quality and aesthetic value would be taking patriotism a bit too far and taflatse, crossing over to the land of no reason.
Writer’s e-mail: aamakai@hotmail.com
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Ghana: Gateway or dumping ground?
By Doreen Hammond
The Ghanaian is fascinated by appellations. This is no secret. So everybody is a Togbe, Nana, Nii or Agyeman. This may be without recourse to the fact that the person has not done anything for even his immediate community, not to talk of town.
Perhaps the only group of people whose penchant for appellations surpasses that of the Ghanaian is the Nigerian. It is only in Nigeria that one person could be addressed as Professor, Dr Dr Engineer Lawyer Chief. No wonder we are not only neighbours but also cousins and we are learning a lot from each other.
Our love for appellations transcends the individual to the national. Hence we have Ghana being first in so many things. First Black African country south of the Sahara to win independence, first to declare HIPC and now Gateway to the continent Africa.
Not that it hurts anybody if we decide to indulge ourselves in this unnecessary game of naming ourselves as almost the best in everything even if the reality is different.
The story is told of how the Nigerians quickly dubbed their country as the destination in apparent response to Ghana’s claim of being the gateway. Of course it is all part of the banters we must engage in despite our dire poverty and seemingly hopeless circumstances. As the saying goes, yesu koraa ye gyae hem; even as we weep we pause occasionally to blow our noses.
But the issue of dumping of all manner of goods in our country under the guise of free trade or if you like liberalisation is certainly not a laughing matter.
Though it may be difficult to put a date on when the practice of importing used foreign products into the country started, the practice gained currency in the 1990s and has continued in earnest until date.
The typical Ghanaian, never in short supply of humour, euphemistically refers to such goods as Eurocarcass, the short form of European carcass. For clothing, the name is obroni wawu, literally meaning the white man is dead.
The goods are imported from anywhere one can think of with Korea now being a major supplier even though it started mostly with our European and American friends.
The type of items imported varies. They range from sound systems, television sets, fridges, wheelchairs, books, clothing, toys, rags, cooking utensils, footwear to chamber pots. It is quite difficult to understand why we have gone to the extent of buying and using a pre- owned chamber pot !
In recent years, electronic gadgets like computers and their accessories have come to form a major part of these imports.
The health implications for using used underwear and other personal clothing have been highlighted over the period, leading to a supposed ban on this category of imports. As to whether the ban is being effected is a question we all need to address as a people, though on my last visit to Kantamanto a week ago, I saw these items including panties boldly displayed for sale.
Another type of goods whose continuous dumping on us has a serious and negative impact are used fridges, air conditioners, microwave ovens and television sets.
What is compounding the problem is that in the host country, these things are considered unfit for use and hazardous to health and disposal is a problem. Hence, the prospective buyer is not left with a choice as to selecting the good ones and leaving the rest.
So the typical Ghanaian importer goes for a 40- footer container full of television sets and fridges and after it has been cleared at the port, he opens the container to find that about 50 per cent of the items are not useable.
While he may have helped the German, the Italian and the Koreans to clear their borla (garbage), all that he would have done to us would have been compounding our already precarious waste disposal problems and adding on the attendant environmental problems.
According to documents provided by Mrs Angelina Tutuah-Mensah, Deputy Director of Public Affairs of the Environmental Protection Agency, on ozone layer protection, emissions from these items like refrigerators etc. affect the environment adversely. Such emissions contain substances containing chlorofluorocarbons (CFCS) which contribute to the depletion of the ozone layer.
Some of them have been discarded from their places of origin because they contain CFCs which are commonly used as coolants. Because of the harmful effects of CFCs to the environment, they are being phased out.
The EPA document advises that we should buy fridges which are ozone friendly and that we should pay attention to the manufacturers information needed to make a wise choice. But is that what we are doing?
Hardi is a used refrigerator importer in Taifa. He says that when his container of fridges arrives, he sells the bulk of them untested, that way prices are very affordable. However, after the bulk has been bought, he now calls in a fridge repairer to test and repair those which are not working. He sells those which are unserviceable to fridge repairers who remove parts to service customer’s fridges. What eventually happens to the unserviceable is outside his purview.
For Hardi, CFCs are no consideration in his importation business and sales.
Mr Eric Nyefre, a waiter and a proud owner of a pre-owned fridge and television set says that his only reason for buying those pre-owned items was price. He explains that he could not afford to buy a new fridge and television set though he would have preferred to do so.
While a used table-top fridge goes for about GH¢150, the new one sells for about GH¢ 400.
The high energy consumption of most of these items coupled with their relatively shorter lifespan makes these second-hand goods not cost-effective in the long term.
The government, through Ghana’s Energy Commission, the regulator of the energy sector recently announced that from January 1, 2013, it will completely ban used refrigerators and air-conditioners from coming into the country.
The Executive Secretary of the Energy Commission, Dr. Alfred Ofosu Ahenkorah, who made the announcement said used television sets and electric irons would also be banned from the country. For the Energy Commission, its concern is electronic waste and high energy consumption by some of these used electronic gadgets.
Though there are plans to ban these things in the future, what prevents us from making the ban effective now? We should not lose sight of the fact that the impact of these hazardous waste cannot be postponed till a later date and that is the more reason the sooner the ban and its enforcement, the better.
Apart from the health and environmental implications, it is also an eye sore to see disused fridges etc packed in front of shops along our roads.
Though there may be a few reasons justifying the importation of these things like the relative cheapness which has made it possible for most people within the low-income bracket to own their own TV sets and fridges, the overwhelming negative impact on our health and environment should inform our decision.
To the importer, once he is making the big bucks, he might not be bothered about environmental and health issues but that is why governments exist to provide protection and security for the citizenry. And this includes protection from avoidable diseases and a sound and healthy environment.
We may be a gateway but that does not mean we should be a dumping ground. We should close our gates to garbage, especially those that will eventually kill us.
Writer’s e-mail: aamakai@hotmail.com
The Ghanaian is fascinated by appellations. This is no secret. So everybody is a Togbe, Nana, Nii or Agyeman. This may be without recourse to the fact that the person has not done anything for even his immediate community, not to talk of town.
Perhaps the only group of people whose penchant for appellations surpasses that of the Ghanaian is the Nigerian. It is only in Nigeria that one person could be addressed as Professor, Dr Dr Engineer Lawyer Chief. No wonder we are not only neighbours but also cousins and we are learning a lot from each other.
Our love for appellations transcends the individual to the national. Hence we have Ghana being first in so many things. First Black African country south of the Sahara to win independence, first to declare HIPC and now Gateway to the continent Africa.
Not that it hurts anybody if we decide to indulge ourselves in this unnecessary game of naming ourselves as almost the best in everything even if the reality is different.
The story is told of how the Nigerians quickly dubbed their country as the destination in apparent response to Ghana’s claim of being the gateway. Of course it is all part of the banters we must engage in despite our dire poverty and seemingly hopeless circumstances. As the saying goes, yesu koraa ye gyae hem; even as we weep we pause occasionally to blow our noses.
But the issue of dumping of all manner of goods in our country under the guise of free trade or if you like liberalisation is certainly not a laughing matter.
Though it may be difficult to put a date on when the practice of importing used foreign products into the country started, the practice gained currency in the 1990s and has continued in earnest until date.
The typical Ghanaian, never in short supply of humour, euphemistically refers to such goods as Eurocarcass, the short form of European carcass. For clothing, the name is obroni wawu, literally meaning the white man is dead.
The goods are imported from anywhere one can think of with Korea now being a major supplier even though it started mostly with our European and American friends.
The type of items imported varies. They range from sound systems, television sets, fridges, wheelchairs, books, clothing, toys, rags, cooking utensils, footwear to chamber pots. It is quite difficult to understand why we have gone to the extent of buying and using a pre- owned chamber pot !
In recent years, electronic gadgets like computers and their accessories have come to form a major part of these imports.
The health implications for using used underwear and other personal clothing have been highlighted over the period, leading to a supposed ban on this category of imports. As to whether the ban is being effected is a question we all need to address as a people, though on my last visit to Kantamanto a week ago, I saw these items including panties boldly displayed for sale.
Another type of goods whose continuous dumping on us has a serious and negative impact are used fridges, air conditioners, microwave ovens and television sets.
What is compounding the problem is that in the host country, these things are considered unfit for use and hazardous to health and disposal is a problem. Hence, the prospective buyer is not left with a choice as to selecting the good ones and leaving the rest.
So the typical Ghanaian importer goes for a 40- footer container full of television sets and fridges and after it has been cleared at the port, he opens the container to find that about 50 per cent of the items are not useable.
While he may have helped the German, the Italian and the Koreans to clear their borla (garbage), all that he would have done to us would have been compounding our already precarious waste disposal problems and adding on the attendant environmental problems.
According to documents provided by Mrs Angelina Tutuah-Mensah, Deputy Director of Public Affairs of the Environmental Protection Agency, on ozone layer protection, emissions from these items like refrigerators etc. affect the environment adversely. Such emissions contain substances containing chlorofluorocarbons (CFCS) which contribute to the depletion of the ozone layer.
Some of them have been discarded from their places of origin because they contain CFCs which are commonly used as coolants. Because of the harmful effects of CFCs to the environment, they are being phased out.
The EPA document advises that we should buy fridges which are ozone friendly and that we should pay attention to the manufacturers information needed to make a wise choice. But is that what we are doing?
Hardi is a used refrigerator importer in Taifa. He says that when his container of fridges arrives, he sells the bulk of them untested, that way prices are very affordable. However, after the bulk has been bought, he now calls in a fridge repairer to test and repair those which are not working. He sells those which are unserviceable to fridge repairers who remove parts to service customer’s fridges. What eventually happens to the unserviceable is outside his purview.
For Hardi, CFCs are no consideration in his importation business and sales.
Mr Eric Nyefre, a waiter and a proud owner of a pre-owned fridge and television set says that his only reason for buying those pre-owned items was price. He explains that he could not afford to buy a new fridge and television set though he would have preferred to do so.
While a used table-top fridge goes for about GH¢150, the new one sells for about GH¢ 400.
The high energy consumption of most of these items coupled with their relatively shorter lifespan makes these second-hand goods not cost-effective in the long term.
The government, through Ghana’s Energy Commission, the regulator of the energy sector recently announced that from January 1, 2013, it will completely ban used refrigerators and air-conditioners from coming into the country.
The Executive Secretary of the Energy Commission, Dr. Alfred Ofosu Ahenkorah, who made the announcement said used television sets and electric irons would also be banned from the country. For the Energy Commission, its concern is electronic waste and high energy consumption by some of these used electronic gadgets.
Though there are plans to ban these things in the future, what prevents us from making the ban effective now? We should not lose sight of the fact that the impact of these hazardous waste cannot be postponed till a later date and that is the more reason the sooner the ban and its enforcement, the better.
Apart from the health and environmental implications, it is also an eye sore to see disused fridges etc packed in front of shops along our roads.
Though there may be a few reasons justifying the importation of these things like the relative cheapness which has made it possible for most people within the low-income bracket to own their own TV sets and fridges, the overwhelming negative impact on our health and environment should inform our decision.
To the importer, once he is making the big bucks, he might not be bothered about environmental and health issues but that is why governments exist to provide protection and security for the citizenry. And this includes protection from avoidable diseases and a sound and healthy environment.
We may be a gateway but that does not mean we should be a dumping ground. We should close our gates to garbage, especially those that will eventually kill us.
Writer’s e-mail: aamakai@hotmail.com
Friday, September 16, 2011
Our friend the mortuary man
Our Friend The Mortuary Man
A group of 10 mourners stood at the gate of the mortuary where they had gone to check whether the body of their beloved “was being kept well”.
They had been waiting for the mortuary man for a while and were getting impatient but could not leave because their mission had not been accomplished. The mourners had learnt that if you do not “see” the mortuary man, the body of your beloved will not get good treatment. So they waited.
When the mortuary man finally emerged, removed his gloves and stretched out his hand to greet them, they pretended that they had not seen his hand and started looking at the trees around. He was used to that behaviour and ignored what normally would be regarded as rude.
Rather the mortuary man assured them that everything was okay. When he invited them to come in and see their beloved for themselves, only two of the mourners gathered the courage to do so! Fear had grabbed the legs of the other eight; They'd rather not see the body.
One vocation in our society which seems so steeped in mystery is the work of the mortuary man. Though very little is known about the work of this special group of people, several stories are told about their mystical powers. Some even claim that they talk to the dead and that in some cases where the souls of the dead refuse to be at rest, chants from the mortuary man calms them down!
The general perception about the mortuary man seems to be borne out of our fear and or reverence for the dead. It is related to the thought that anyone who touches and does things with the dead must not be entertained by the living. With this kind of thinking it is only logical to conclude that any group of persons dealing with the dead on a daily basis must possess supernatural powers in equal measure, if not more.
Mortuary men are, therefore, people we do not like to go too close to; we would rather admire them from a distance. The mere sight of these health workers sends shivers down the spines of many and it is usually an experience most people would rather pray passes over them like the biblical cup in the case of the Christ.
But the world being what it is; death is part of life. It happens that once in a while, whether we like it or not, we come face to face with the mortuary man at the loss of a relation.
It is during these times that the mortuary man, who is always at the fringes of society, calls the shots and throws his weight about in the presence of the rich and powerful. After all, he is performing an important job which few people would dare to do.
Strongman is the name of a popular mortuary man at the Korle Bu Teaching Hospital's mortuary in Accra. He has been doing this job since he was 30. At 56 now, his job description has been to remove bodies for post mortem to the theatre and for embalmment, pack bodies into the fridges, pick up bodies from the wards to the morgue and cleaning.
Very well built in stature, Strongman used to be a fisherman but when fishing was not putting adequate food on his table, he left to work as a porter at the then Ghana Food Distribution Corporation . He says his job as a porter was also not too rewarding financially, so when his sister got him the job as a mortuary man, he obliged.
Before he started working in the mortuary, Strongman had heard tales of how such workers use some spiritual powers but for him, “I only do this job with the help of God”. He said that contrary to the notion that mortuary men had to drink a lot of alcohol in order to do the job, he was an occasional drinker and does not drink because of the job.
His family does not treat him differently from other members but “sometimes it is rather some outsiders who shun me”. He likes his job, teaches others to do it by apprenticeship but says the salary is not encouraging at all.
Mr Alex Moffatt who has been doing the job of a prosector at the same mortuary for 22 years is a middle school form four leaver. He was trained on the job to open up bodies for pathologists to do the post mortem. After that he puts the organs back into the bodies and stitches them up.
He also started the job in the morgue as a cleaner, became a mortuary attendant and then a mortuary man before his transfer to the theatre to work as a prosector. Mr Moffatt, who is also a pastor at the Christian Forces Church in Mamprobi is happy with his job because he believes “God wants me to learn something”.
But he is not satisfied with the salary which he puts at about GH ¢300 a month in spite of the risks involved. He talks about occasional cuts from the surgical blade, pricks from the needle during work and susceptibility to diseases such as tuberculosis, HIV/AIDS and cholera. In spite of these, the government pays them no risk allowance. His hope was that the Single Spine Salary Structure would address these concerns, but so far there have been no signs of such redress.
Professor Agyeman Badu Akosa, a Pathologist, explains that mortuary men include those category of staff trained as prosectors to open up bodies for post-mortem examination.
They have been trained on the job in the different ways to open the bodies, dependent on what the problem was and the different procedures that might be necessary for the completeness of the postmortem. Prof Akosa describes them as “very necessary for the work in the morgue”.
Contrary to the situation in other societies like the UK where mortuary men are trained to the post-graduate level, our mortuary men go through what the affable Professor refers to as the “University of Hard Knocks”. They are mostly cleaners in health facilities who metamorphose into mortuary men.
At the La General Hospital Morgue for instance, Madam Margaret Abossey- Tawiah, an environmental officer of the Ministry of Health who is the head of the mortuary explains that the four mortuary men were cleaners who were drafted into the mortuary. She said their training has been limited to short training in how to embalm bodies by an official from the Korle Bu Teaching Hospital.
Apart from the lack of structured training, Madam Abbosey-Tawiah said remuneration for the mortuary man was nothing to write home about though they receive some motivation allowances from the hospital.
She explained that since none of the four could read or write, she was saddled with all the paper work associated with the job. She was of the view that in future, the authorities should draft into the unit, people who could read and write.
According to Prof Akosa, the idea of a school for training mortuary men with a curriculum in Ghana was mooted by the Ghana Health Service years ago but nothing has happened.
He said a full syllabus was prepared for mortuary attendants’ training by the Human Resource Division of the Ghana Health Service for a diploma course and a degree programme like it is in the UK. As things stand, there is no qualification for mortuary men and also no structure in terms of their career progression.
Mr George Dankyi, Manager of the Korle Bu Hospital’s Mortuary advocates strongly for a school to train mortuary men. He is of the view that such structured formal training would improve health and safety (especially in the area of preventing infections), improve human relations, overall efficiency and recognition and appreciation of the work of the mortuary man.
“If we were doing things right , we would not carry bodies in a taxi in one minute and carry bread for sale in the same taxi the next minute. Handling the dead is something that should be done by people in the field for health reasons” , he explains.
Mr Dankyi thinks that a school for the training of mortuary men should attract Senior High School leavers for training into the field for more effective work.
Even though present salaries for mortuary men are low, Mr Dankyi says a number of people approach him frequently for employment in the mortuary because of the “thank yous” relations offer in a bid to get their bodies well treated.
Dr Ebenezer Appiah-Denkyirah, Director of Human Resource Development at the Ministry of Health recognises the need for some formalised and structured training for mortuary men but said it was not being done at the moment and that it was something that the ministry would have to consider.
He said that such an idea, if implemented, could attract younger people into the profession which seems inundated by the not so young.
For now, mortuary men are not well motivated because they are not well paid and not generally recognised and appreciated for their work by the larger society. Also, they have no proper career progression since most of them come initially as cleaners and undergo very little training, if any at all. It therefore becomes difficult for them to transit to becoming qualified prosectors.
Though the Korle Bu Teaching Hospital and the La General Hospital Mortuary and a few others in the capital were the focus of this write-up, there is nothing to suggest that mortuary men in other mortuaries across the country may be faring better.
The bottom line is that the way we have shunned this all-important aspect of our health care leaves much to be desired. If anything at all, it should be at the back of the minds of policy makers and the larger society that the services of mortuary men are one that we will all require sooner or later and the earlier they ensured that we have well- trained and motivated mortuary men in the country to assist pathologists as obtains in most civilised societies, the better it will be for us. We cannot have a holistic, quality health care system if we ignore the mortuary man - everybody's friend at last.
Writer’s e-mail: aamakai@hotmail.com
A group of 10 mourners stood at the gate of the mortuary where they had gone to check whether the body of their beloved “was being kept well”.
They had been waiting for the mortuary man for a while and were getting impatient but could not leave because their mission had not been accomplished. The mourners had learnt that if you do not “see” the mortuary man, the body of your beloved will not get good treatment. So they waited.
When the mortuary man finally emerged, removed his gloves and stretched out his hand to greet them, they pretended that they had not seen his hand and started looking at the trees around. He was used to that behaviour and ignored what normally would be regarded as rude.
Rather the mortuary man assured them that everything was okay. When he invited them to come in and see their beloved for themselves, only two of the mourners gathered the courage to do so! Fear had grabbed the legs of the other eight; They'd rather not see the body.
One vocation in our society which seems so steeped in mystery is the work of the mortuary man. Though very little is known about the work of this special group of people, several stories are told about their mystical powers. Some even claim that they talk to the dead and that in some cases where the souls of the dead refuse to be at rest, chants from the mortuary man calms them down!
The general perception about the mortuary man seems to be borne out of our fear and or reverence for the dead. It is related to the thought that anyone who touches and does things with the dead must not be entertained by the living. With this kind of thinking it is only logical to conclude that any group of persons dealing with the dead on a daily basis must possess supernatural powers in equal measure, if not more.
Mortuary men are, therefore, people we do not like to go too close to; we would rather admire them from a distance. The mere sight of these health workers sends shivers down the spines of many and it is usually an experience most people would rather pray passes over them like the biblical cup in the case of the Christ.
But the world being what it is; death is part of life. It happens that once in a while, whether we like it or not, we come face to face with the mortuary man at the loss of a relation.
It is during these times that the mortuary man, who is always at the fringes of society, calls the shots and throws his weight about in the presence of the rich and powerful. After all, he is performing an important job which few people would dare to do.
Strongman is the name of a popular mortuary man at the Korle Bu Teaching Hospital's mortuary in Accra. He has been doing this job since he was 30. At 56 now, his job description has been to remove bodies for post mortem to the theatre and for embalmment, pack bodies into the fridges, pick up bodies from the wards to the morgue and cleaning.
Very well built in stature, Strongman used to be a fisherman but when fishing was not putting adequate food on his table, he left to work as a porter at the then Ghana Food Distribution Corporation . He says his job as a porter was also not too rewarding financially, so when his sister got him the job as a mortuary man, he obliged.
Before he started working in the mortuary, Strongman had heard tales of how such workers use some spiritual powers but for him, “I only do this job with the help of God”. He said that contrary to the notion that mortuary men had to drink a lot of alcohol in order to do the job, he was an occasional drinker and does not drink because of the job.
His family does not treat him differently from other members but “sometimes it is rather some outsiders who shun me”. He likes his job, teaches others to do it by apprenticeship but says the salary is not encouraging at all.
Mr Alex Moffatt who has been doing the job of a prosector at the same mortuary for 22 years is a middle school form four leaver. He was trained on the job to open up bodies for pathologists to do the post mortem. After that he puts the organs back into the bodies and stitches them up.
He also started the job in the morgue as a cleaner, became a mortuary attendant and then a mortuary man before his transfer to the theatre to work as a prosector. Mr Moffatt, who is also a pastor at the Christian Forces Church in Mamprobi is happy with his job because he believes “God wants me to learn something”.
But he is not satisfied with the salary which he puts at about GH ¢300 a month in spite of the risks involved. He talks about occasional cuts from the surgical blade, pricks from the needle during work and susceptibility to diseases such as tuberculosis, HIV/AIDS and cholera. In spite of these, the government pays them no risk allowance. His hope was that the Single Spine Salary Structure would address these concerns, but so far there have been no signs of such redress.
Professor Agyeman Badu Akosa, a Pathologist, explains that mortuary men include those category of staff trained as prosectors to open up bodies for post-mortem examination.
They have been trained on the job in the different ways to open the bodies, dependent on what the problem was and the different procedures that might be necessary for the completeness of the postmortem. Prof Akosa describes them as “very necessary for the work in the morgue”.
Contrary to the situation in other societies like the UK where mortuary men are trained to the post-graduate level, our mortuary men go through what the affable Professor refers to as the “University of Hard Knocks”. They are mostly cleaners in health facilities who metamorphose into mortuary men.
At the La General Hospital Morgue for instance, Madam Margaret Abossey- Tawiah, an environmental officer of the Ministry of Health who is the head of the mortuary explains that the four mortuary men were cleaners who were drafted into the mortuary. She said their training has been limited to short training in how to embalm bodies by an official from the Korle Bu Teaching Hospital.
Apart from the lack of structured training, Madam Abbosey-Tawiah said remuneration for the mortuary man was nothing to write home about though they receive some motivation allowances from the hospital.
She explained that since none of the four could read or write, she was saddled with all the paper work associated with the job. She was of the view that in future, the authorities should draft into the unit, people who could read and write.
According to Prof Akosa, the idea of a school for training mortuary men with a curriculum in Ghana was mooted by the Ghana Health Service years ago but nothing has happened.
He said a full syllabus was prepared for mortuary attendants’ training by the Human Resource Division of the Ghana Health Service for a diploma course and a degree programme like it is in the UK. As things stand, there is no qualification for mortuary men and also no structure in terms of their career progression.
Mr George Dankyi, Manager of the Korle Bu Hospital’s Mortuary advocates strongly for a school to train mortuary men. He is of the view that such structured formal training would improve health and safety (especially in the area of preventing infections), improve human relations, overall efficiency and recognition and appreciation of the work of the mortuary man.
“If we were doing things right , we would not carry bodies in a taxi in one minute and carry bread for sale in the same taxi the next minute. Handling the dead is something that should be done by people in the field for health reasons” , he explains.
Mr Dankyi thinks that a school for the training of mortuary men should attract Senior High School leavers for training into the field for more effective work.
Even though present salaries for mortuary men are low, Mr Dankyi says a number of people approach him frequently for employment in the mortuary because of the “thank yous” relations offer in a bid to get their bodies well treated.
Dr Ebenezer Appiah-Denkyirah, Director of Human Resource Development at the Ministry of Health recognises the need for some formalised and structured training for mortuary men but said it was not being done at the moment and that it was something that the ministry would have to consider.
He said that such an idea, if implemented, could attract younger people into the profession which seems inundated by the not so young.
For now, mortuary men are not well motivated because they are not well paid and not generally recognised and appreciated for their work by the larger society. Also, they have no proper career progression since most of them come initially as cleaners and undergo very little training, if any at all. It therefore becomes difficult for them to transit to becoming qualified prosectors.
Though the Korle Bu Teaching Hospital and the La General Hospital Mortuary and a few others in the capital were the focus of this write-up, there is nothing to suggest that mortuary men in other mortuaries across the country may be faring better.
The bottom line is that the way we have shunned this all-important aspect of our health care leaves much to be desired. If anything at all, it should be at the back of the minds of policy makers and the larger society that the services of mortuary men are one that we will all require sooner or later and the earlier they ensured that we have well- trained and motivated mortuary men in the country to assist pathologists as obtains in most civilised societies, the better it will be for us. We cannot have a holistic, quality health care system if we ignore the mortuary man - everybody's friend at last.
Writer’s e-mail: aamakai@hotmail.com
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Go straight, no bend no curve
Go straight, no bend no curve
By Doreen Hammond
At the South Gate of the Gatwick Airport in London stood Kwaku Manu in confusion, his eyes darting around like a clock as everyone passed him by in different directions, bound for different destinations.
Kwaku was to catch the Gatwick express to Seven Sisters where he was to meet someone to send him to the sister he was visiting in Enfield Town. The problem for him now was where to catch the train. The speed at which people passed him by and how focused they looked as they walked away made him unable to gather confidence to ask anyone for help as is the practice he was used to back home. But time was not on his side and his luggage was weighing him down so he had to do something fast.
Fortunately, he saw an information desk and walked there to find out where to locate the station.
“Where can I catch the Gatwick Express to Seven Sisters?" he asked.
The gentleman behind the desk pointed at the big signpost right where he had been standing in confusion and said, “There, Gatwick Express; big signboard, surely you couldn’t have missed it!"
But Kwaku Manu had missed it! He had concentrated on looking at the people moving up and down the station with the intention to ask questions rather than looking out for information on signposts.
Adoley’s ordeal was not any better. She arrived at the University of Exeter for a course and had to find her way to the hostel where she was to lodge. She was handed a map at the porter’s office to do so and that sent shivers down her spine! By the time she finally made meaning of the map and settled in her room, she had spent over an hour to get to the hostel which was not even five minutes from where she was given the map! The cold had dealt with her.
Certainly, Kwaku Manu and Adoley have something in common. They come from a place where signs of any type-- signposts, signboards, road signs and call signs; be they made of wood , metal or plastic ; carrying information of directions or addresses or rules and regulations, dos and don'ts, do not mean much. Not only do they come from Ghana but their kind appears to be many in this country!
The lack of importance we attach to signs have had serious consequences on our development as a people and continues to pose risks even to our lives. On the Accra – Kumasi road, as well as other roads where major construction works are in progress, drivers have been left on their own to figure out where to pass. There are no signs informing the driver as to where to pass and where not to. There are no signs showing where to branch off into Taifa, for instance; you just figure it out. Too bad if you can't; the result is the constant chaos and sometimes accidents on our roads.
Vehicles which break down en route are left on the road without warning triangles and motorists reach the scene too late to notice the tree branches scattered on the road as warning. Sometimes, the results of such inaction have been fatal; loss of lives on our roads.
A driver approaching a clearly marked zebra crossing rather decides to change the gear from third to fifth speed and approaches pedestrians honking and sometimes goes to the extent of putting on his headlights! Is that meant to frighten pedestrians or what?
We have not properly named and numbered our streets in a manner that would make them easily identifiable. If we finally get our Ambulance Service running as it should be, how would we get them to easily reach our homes to pick a woman in labour, for instance, to the hospital? How do we give the Fire Service precise directions to our home when it is on fire and time is of the essence? Even though our postal system seems to be gradually losing its role to new modes of communication like the e-mail and cell phone, the pain of many who have lost the opportunity to attend job interviews because letters lay in their boxes without their knowledge are still fresh to them. We cannot have letters easily delivered to us at home because we don’t have proper home addresses.
Most developed countries are now using the GPRS (Tomtom) to find locations. This is less time-consuming and stressful; unlike the merry go round we tend to do here. It is true we are a developing country but at the rate we are going, when would we be able to use such a facility since we would need to feed the equipment with addresses to enable it direct us to our destination? The sad thing is nothing and nobody appears to be doing anything about it.
Try visiting a friend for the first time and he gives you the direction of a big tree under which people often sit to play draught. Once there, you are to ask for Don’t mind your wife chop bar where you are to ask for a man known in the area as “Original”. Original is supposed to hold your hand and take you to the house you are looking for. So if on that day those people who play the draught do not come for the game under the tree, and “Original” decides to be absent, what happens? Your guess is as good as mine.
It is not as if we do not have signs at all. We do, even to the extent that some of them obstruct our vision at junctions and intersections. We seem to see these signs as more of decorative pieces than for the purpose of providing information and directions. So in a banking hall, for instance, where it is boldly written “Queue here”, we still have people coming to ask where to queue. Could this attitude be related to our low literacy rate? That may not entirely be the case because Adoley was a university student and Kwaku had completed senior high school.
Government after government has made pronouncements on how Ghana is the gateway to Africa and how tourism is being promoted to be one of the country’s major foreign exchange earners. Government delegations after delegations have embarked on trips to woe investors into the country.
But what are we inviting investors to? For investors to maintain their interest in a country, certain things must be in place. Directional signs are certainly one of them. The average visitor to any of our cities must, with the help of a city map and other directional signs, navigate himself about with little fuss as pertains in all truly gateway countries. If we do not properly label our country, we may succeed in bringing some investors into the country alright, but the difficulty they will face in moving about here due to the lack of proper signs may make Ghana anything but a gateway to any destination.
Directional signs are vital for the smooth movement of both locals and visitors and all efforts must be made to ensure that they are where they ought to be and people know how to use them properly. From the way things are going in this country, it may not require a prophet to predict that soon, stopping strangers to ask for directions would be deemed a nuisance.
Writer’s e-mail: aamakai@hotmail.com
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Praise ye great and famous
By Doreen Hammond
The year was 1975, a young Ghanaian boxer had annexed a World Featherweight Boxing title, the first in the annals of the nation’s history and an excited country was in celebration mode.
The young David Kotei also known as Poison, had a busy schedule to follow after a tumultuous welcome at the capital’s airport on his arrival. He was met by state functionaries and people from all walks of life. He also had to present the championship belt to the then head of state. This was followed by a nation- wide tour amid songs composed in his honour. My favourite of these songs was Senior Eddie Donkor’s Nea Okom gye ne omie.
Barely a year later, on November 6, 1976, when the heat of the celebrations had died down, DK the darling boy, was billed to defend the title against Danny Lopez, in front of a partisan Ghanaian crowd. How the belt was wrenched from the fists of DK, amid weeping and wailing by Ghanaians and his subsequent demise into oblivion is now steeped in Ghanaian boxing history. Did we learn any lessons from Kotei’s fall as a people?
In 1983, Ghana became the first African country to win the African cup of nations for a record fourth time. Instead of thinking of how to improve on this feat we chose to bask in its glory. Thus, while we chose to be busy touting our achievement, Egypt was busy winning more of the trophies. Since 1983 we have not tasted victory in that continental show piece while Egypt has over taken us and won it seven times and still counting.
In 1991, a Ghanaian youth team mesmerised the world and annexed the FIFA Soccer World Youth Cup. One would have expected that it was going to be the beginning of further successes in that level of the game. Alas, that was to be the only time. In 1994, Ghana took the world by storm during the Olympic Games by being the first African team to get to the quarter finals in football. Reaching the quarter finals, a feat then unattained by any African country, we wallowed in our glory and could not advance further.
Even the voices of Ghanaian commentators who kept harping that it was the first time an African team was going that far, was enough to let the boys feel they had arrived and arrived they had. Come the next tournament, the Nigerian team went all out and won the cup!
Following these tournaments, a Ghanaian super kid was unearthed and touted as the next Pele. What happened to his career and that of his other colleagues who were equally brimming with so much potential at the time, is there for all to see. I am talking about the Alex Opokus, Nii Odartey Lampteys, Emmanuel Duahs and the Kofi Mbias. Yet their counterparts from Europe, Latin America and other parts of the world went on to become class acts like the Ronaldinhos, Ronaldos, Inniestas, Fabio Cannavaros etc. and are still shining.
Let us face it, apart from Abedi Pele, Tony Yeboah, and Sammy Osei Kufour, most Ghanaian youth players with a lot of potential who get drafted into top European teams hardly stay at the top flight for any length of time. Two cars, two houses and some hundred thousand dollars is enough to last one for a life time and so it ends there.
The story is not very different in the boxing sphere where apart from Azumah Nelson, other Ghanaian boxers have exhibited a lack of staying power. Defeats to Scorpion Ofosu, Nana Yaw Konadu, Ike Quartey and in more recent times Ike Quartey, Kofi Jantuah, Joshua Clottey and Joseph Abgeko, point to a worrying development.
What makes the Manny Pacquios, Evander Holyfields, and the De La Hoyas, stay at the top for so long? Similarly what makes the Paul Shole the Ryan Giggs’ Fabio Cannavaros, Salgados and the Palo Maldinis play at the top for decades while our boys fizzle away after two seasons in a Turkish or Greek league?
Is the case different with our business tycoons? Do they also realise their full potential and look at the market beyond Ghana? Or are they happy with a few cars and wives, while the Abramovichs, Bill Gates and Dangote’s acquire private jets and yachts? How come that no Ghanaian is listed in Africa’s wealthiest 50 people? Yet, the country is said to be very rich in so many resources.
The big question to ask is: is this lack of staying power in the Ghanaian genes, psychological, cultural or what?
Seems there is a cultural dimension to it. I am talking of the way we over hail these people even before they have found their feet at the top. Such unwarranted praises enter their heads and while they remain in cloud nine, the exigencies of the game bring them back to reality.
Take the case of Asamoah Gyan, a young player with a potential to grow. He scored three goals most of them through penalty kicks at the last world cup. His outings in Europe have seen him having a stint at Udinese and Rennes club in France. His performances at both clubs were nothing to write home about.
The man moves to Sunderland where he has just scored ten goals and already we are comparing him to accomplished players like Samuel Eto, Leo Messi, Pele etc. Ghanaian journalists are already speculating a move for him to Manchester United knowing very well that it is nothing outside the figment of their imagination. How do we expect him to develop the mind set to continue to improve when the perception is that he has already arrived?
Though it is good to praise, over praising has never helped anybody. It brings about complacency and then what follows is a sinking into oblivion of the once held high champion. Ghanaians can hail you to your fall, those at the top beware!
The year was 1975, a young Ghanaian boxer had annexed a World Featherweight Boxing title, the first in the annals of the nation’s history and an excited country was in celebration mode.
The young David Kotei also known as Poison, had a busy schedule to follow after a tumultuous welcome at the capital’s airport on his arrival. He was met by state functionaries and people from all walks of life. He also had to present the championship belt to the then head of state. This was followed by a nation- wide tour amid songs composed in his honour. My favourite of these songs was Senior Eddie Donkor’s Nea Okom gye ne omie.
Barely a year later, on November 6, 1976, when the heat of the celebrations had died down, DK the darling boy, was billed to defend the title against Danny Lopez, in front of a partisan Ghanaian crowd. How the belt was wrenched from the fists of DK, amid weeping and wailing by Ghanaians and his subsequent demise into oblivion is now steeped in Ghanaian boxing history. Did we learn any lessons from Kotei’s fall as a people?
In 1983, Ghana became the first African country to win the African cup of nations for a record fourth time. Instead of thinking of how to improve on this feat we chose to bask in its glory. Thus, while we chose to be busy touting our achievement, Egypt was busy winning more of the trophies. Since 1983 we have not tasted victory in that continental show piece while Egypt has over taken us and won it seven times and still counting.
In 1991, a Ghanaian youth team mesmerised the world and annexed the FIFA Soccer World Youth Cup. One would have expected that it was going to be the beginning of further successes in that level of the game. Alas, that was to be the only time. In 1994, Ghana took the world by storm during the Olympic Games by being the first African team to get to the quarter finals in football. Reaching the quarter finals, a feat then unattained by any African country, we wallowed in our glory and could not advance further.
Even the voices of Ghanaian commentators who kept harping that it was the first time an African team was going that far, was enough to let the boys feel they had arrived and arrived they had. Come the next tournament, the Nigerian team went all out and won the cup!
Following these tournaments, a Ghanaian super kid was unearthed and touted as the next Pele. What happened to his career and that of his other colleagues who were equally brimming with so much potential at the time, is there for all to see. I am talking about the Alex Opokus, Nii Odartey Lampteys, Emmanuel Duahs and the Kofi Mbias. Yet their counterparts from Europe, Latin America and other parts of the world went on to become class acts like the Ronaldinhos, Ronaldos, Inniestas, Fabio Cannavaros etc. and are still shining.
Let us face it, apart from Abedi Pele, Tony Yeboah, and Sammy Osei Kufour, most Ghanaian youth players with a lot of potential who get drafted into top European teams hardly stay at the top flight for any length of time. Two cars, two houses and some hundred thousand dollars is enough to last one for a life time and so it ends there.
The story is not very different in the boxing sphere where apart from Azumah Nelson, other Ghanaian boxers have exhibited a lack of staying power. Defeats to Scorpion Ofosu, Nana Yaw Konadu, Ike Quartey and in more recent times Ike Quartey, Kofi Jantuah, Joshua Clottey and Joseph Abgeko, point to a worrying development.
What makes the Manny Pacquios, Evander Holyfields, and the De La Hoyas, stay at the top for so long? Similarly what makes the Paul Shole the Ryan Giggs’ Fabio Cannavaros, Salgados and the Palo Maldinis play at the top for decades while our boys fizzle away after two seasons in a Turkish or Greek league?
Is the case different with our business tycoons? Do they also realise their full potential and look at the market beyond Ghana? Or are they happy with a few cars and wives, while the Abramovichs, Bill Gates and Dangote’s acquire private jets and yachts? How come that no Ghanaian is listed in Africa’s wealthiest 50 people? Yet, the country is said to be very rich in so many resources.
The big question to ask is: is this lack of staying power in the Ghanaian genes, psychological, cultural or what?
Seems there is a cultural dimension to it. I am talking of the way we over hail these people even before they have found their feet at the top. Such unwarranted praises enter their heads and while they remain in cloud nine, the exigencies of the game bring them back to reality.
Take the case of Asamoah Gyan, a young player with a potential to grow. He scored three goals most of them through penalty kicks at the last world cup. His outings in Europe have seen him having a stint at Udinese and Rennes club in France. His performances at both clubs were nothing to write home about.
The man moves to Sunderland where he has just scored ten goals and already we are comparing him to accomplished players like Samuel Eto, Leo Messi, Pele etc. Ghanaian journalists are already speculating a move for him to Manchester United knowing very well that it is nothing outside the figment of their imagination. How do we expect him to develop the mind set to continue to improve when the perception is that he has already arrived?
Though it is good to praise, over praising has never helped anybody. It brings about complacency and then what follows is a sinking into oblivion of the once held high champion. Ghanaians can hail you to your fall, those at the top beware!
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