Friday 5 July 2013

Mobile Network: A luxury at Dodosuo

 

By Solomon Mensah 

I can hardly believe that the man running to “catch reception” is not Usain Bolt. His son has promised calling at this particular time and he needs to be at that strategic location in order not to miss the call. With his Nokia 1100 (watchman touch) held tightly like a relay baton, he races towards the House of God. Truly, we have untapped potentials in the country.
The Roman Catholic Church sits on the right shoulder of the bumpy and dusty road which runs through Dodosuo. Interestingly, this edifice does not only serve as a place of worship but as a communication centre for the village folks as well. As to why the only faint reception survives in front of the House of God, is another miracle. Perhaps, it might be the divine gift that comes with the presence of the Holy Spirit!
A cement block at the forecourt of the church and a bridge at its north-west have their share of the reception (network). Missing these three centers, one misses the word ‘hello!’ Ironically, one has to turn repeatedly when at these “com centers.” It is as if searching for GTV at Nkoranza-Nkwabeng. A first timer to the Doduoso “communication centre” is bound to watch with a lot of amusement.
Nana kyei Baffour, the Mmerantehene of Dodosuo was much pleased for my presence. His excitement was taken to a different level when I introduced myself a student journalist. “Oh saa?” he exclaimed before I could tell him my name.
Having explained my mission, he shook my hand vigorously for the second time. Before he would speak, he handed me his mobile phone to see the “No service” to corroborate how difficult it is to make calls there. As if we were in a phone showbiz, I showed him mine and tried other communication network chips to be sure if the others did not work there.
Of all the problems bedeviling Dodosuo, it seems getting a communication network service is paramount to them. Nana Kyei told me that he had made frantic efforts to get a solution. He had gone to the offices of the various communication networks. But all to no avail.
“Is it because we are a bit detached from Drobo?” he wondered, as if the distance between the two towns is farther than that of Tumu to Accra. Dodosuo is a suburb of Drobo in the Brong Ahafo Region. Boarding one of the rickety taxi cabs from Drobo lorry station will take you through Gonoasua-Kuromonom to Sebereni, and then to the Doduoso.
“Why do you think Dodosuo needs a communication network?” I asked. He cleared his throat, stole a glance at the shadow of a mango tree cast by the scorching sun, and kept an awkward silence that seemed to outlast eternity. I became confused as to whether I had not asked the right question. I could not afford to mess up in my first assignment as a student journalist, I said to myself.
But just before I tried clarifying the question, he shot a finger resembling the posture of Dr. Nkrumah’s statue. It was directed at a heap of foodstuffs packed by the road side.
“The lack of network is hampering our business activities in many ways,” he said.
The people of Dodosuo are mainly farmers and they harvest bountifully each year. Drobo is their main market, but buyers from Fetentaa, Jinijini, Berekum and even Kumasi also transact business with them. Some chop bar operators at Nsoatre and Sunyani rely on the farmers for their produce.
The crop producers of Dodosuo need to communicate with their customers and know when and how much foodstuffs to dispatch, especially to the chop bar operators. The absence of a communication network, therefore, not only hampers business and cripples the farmers’ source of income, but it has also been a threat to the potential tillers of the land. The young men are leaving for towns and cities where they can enjoy such basic necessities as mobile network.
For the Police at Dodosuo, there is no such word as secret when they want to communicate official information to their superiors outside the town. At this same ‘com center’, where the town folks gather to make calls, the police shout louder than the vuvuzla when making or receiving calls. These calls include security briefings from outside the town.
Detective Lance Corporal Adu Stephen said aside secrecy there is lack of communication between them and the police at Drobo. “Recently, we found it difficult reporting to Drobo of a woman found hanged,” he said.
“Tell them we badly need a communication service at Dodosuo. It is a boarder town and tip-off from informants is very crucial,” he stressed as if the solution to their problem lay solely in what I would write.
Until I visited Doduoso, I took mobile communication network for granted. The visit also showed me that mobile phones have long ceased to be luxuries. They are now necessities that do not only enhance the communication between business executives and bankers in the big cities. The farmer far away from the city needs it too.
Unfortunately, however, this basic necessity of life still remains a luxury to the people of Doduoso.


The writer is a student-journalist at the Ghana Institute of Journalism. Email:
nehusthan4@yahoo.com

Wednesday 3 July 2013

Ayigbe biscuit: Yes we can!

By Solomon Mensah
Biscuit
You might have your reasons why Black Raster’s Barrack Hussein Obama may never appear in your good books. But as it is said, the duiker’s swiftness must be appreciated even if it is one’s arch enemy.
Obama’s “Yes I can” indeed won him popularity among many. It has lifted the spirit of the down-spirited and has caused great change in multitudes. I suppose. Therefore giving him a thumps up for it will not cost you a thing.
It is such ‘I can do spirit’ that sent me to Agbozume, Volta Region. My mission? To find out the secret behind the Ayigbe biscuit, your favourite snack. If you have never come across it, ask your Rapperholic, Sarkodie what it is? For it is his favourite.
The state of Agbozume
Here at Agbozume, the town looks beautiful. It has the best of roads as compared to the stretch of manhole-like road between Suhum and Nsawam. On the shoulders of the main road, passing through the town, are nucleated buildings interspersed with kiosks.
 Its transportation system is that which allows commuters to have easy access to movement. Although “Okada” is not legalized in Ghana, it ‘floods’ Agbozume like the Bagri Dam’s spillage. As we walked through the town, both smooth and hoarse voices called on me to patronize the service. Ironically, but dead-headedly, I responded to the Okada riders’ call with the only vocabulary I have learnt in the Ewe language, “yoo,” which means “yes.” It took the intervention of my interpreter to clarify the confusion between me and the riders. What a fond memory.
The occupation of the inhabitants of Agbozume
At the site of the coconut raffia fencing most of their houses, I had grown thinner than an orphan fed grudgingly by a foster-mother. But after a short enquiry, I got to know the ‘bad perception’ people associate the Ewes with were just a cheap talk.
Hiding their activities from passersby and domestic animals, this coconut raffia fence encloses most of the inhabitants in a half of a square space creating a room for their bakery.  Whereas Koforidua proud herself of ‘B-Foster bread,’ the inhabitants of Agbozume and perhaps, the Volta Region, “swag” themselves with the ‘starch biscuit’ of which we call the ‘Ayigbe biscuit.’ Probably, because the biscuit emanates from the Ayigbe land as in Ghana every tooth paste is Pepsodent and every washing powder, Omo.  
The manufacturing of the starch biscuit is one of the main occupations of the “Abogzumenians.” If a spade will be called a spade but not a big spoon, it could be said that every household of Agbozume manufactures the starch biscuit.
Moving to and fro like a bevy of ants, the inhabitants of Agbozume especially the women work assiduously like the clock daily. Their seriousness towards their work is targeted to ensuring a constant flow in supply of their products to their retailers and wholesalers.  
History behind the Ayigbe biscuit   
It is a common knowledge that Tetteh Quashe is credited and hailed across the length and breadth of the country for bringing cocoa from the Fernando Po to Ghana. Moreover, Obunumankoma, Adapagyan and Osono may be “worshipped” by the Fantes for leading them from Techiman to their present day settlement. But for the people of Agbozume, Madam Yonunawo Kwami Edze will forever be adored for providing for their livelihood.
Clad in a pink gown, Madam Victoria Adzo Adawu, a daughter of Monica Nortoenyeku (the woman who first learned the making of the biscuit from Edze) told the story behind the biscuit.
Before she began telling us the Edze story, she had rushed to her room excusing me of being with me soon. On her return, she held a well kept T-shirt like a terminal results card in the hand of a pupil. The shirt had the name and the picture of Edze with the inscription “Introduced bakery to Agbozume.”
The essence of Madam Victoria showing me the shirt was to provide prove of evidence. However, unlike the so called modern Ghana where we turn library into tailoring shops, it tells us how well our old folks keep track of their records.
She said in 1907, Edze had returned from Cote D’Iviore with the knowledge of manufacturing the starch biscuit to Agbozume. “She could not have brought anything better than the knowledge in the manufacturing of the biscuit. Now we the descendants are benefiting from its fruit as it employs hundreds of us,” she added.
“My mother first learned the bakery as a trade under the tutelage of Edze. She (my mother) then taught other apprentices from near and far. Now the business of the starch biscuit is common with us like the annual ritual in Ghana, the cholera,” she said.
Madam Victoria said plans are far advanced to set a day aside in honour of Edze for her selfless effort towards the development of Agbozume. “A nation or a town that does not honour its heroes is not wealth dying for,” she said while mixing the ingredients of making the biscuit with the cassava starch, “Edze to us is a hereon and she must be celebrated and honoured. Since her death in 1963, memories of her have been on our minds like a fresh palm wine.”
The Ayigbe biscuit
Madam Lydia Mensah, a baker, described the biscuit. “It is simply made of cassava starch, coconut, sugar, salt and water.” She said aside the ingredients, one needs equipment such as baking sheets and oven (ekpo in Ewe).
“The Ayigbe biscuit ‘perfumed’ of these ingredients used for baking, distinguishes it from the cream crackers and the digestives.” The baking of the biscuit goes through a similar process of baking bread. But unlike bread baking where nut milk is (mostly) added for taste, the Ayigbe biscuit mixes a milled coconut dour with the mixture of the cassava starch and the other ingredients for a good taste.
The biscuit is brown in colour with a unique design on one of its sides. The design made with a special stamp (laku in Ewe) brands the biscuit from the rest on the market.    
Although it comes with no branded package, it advertises itself in the white and transparent rubber in which it is packed for sale. If you care to know whether a package of the biscuit can replace your bowl of banku, just chance on one. A package of the Ayigbe has a well arranged twenty four pieces of the biscuit.
Madam Lydia said a package cost GH₵2. As cheap as it is, I guess you will take your swag to the next level by grabbing a chilled bottle of the Coca Colas or the Alvaros with it.
In a day, a house in Agbozume that manufactures the Ayigbe biscuit sells not less GH₵200. With the little effort of not remaining adamant in life, the Abogzumenians are really fending for themselves of the biscuit’s proceeds.
Yes we can
Nelson Mandiba Mandela was not an inch from the truth when he asserted, “It always seems impossible until it is done.” In the movie, Akeela and the Bee, Little Akeela reiterated Mandiba’s words by telling us that we can do it in life if we will take the impossibility lens we wear off. “Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure,” she said.
The success story of Agbozume’s Ayigbe biscuit may be as short as a lady’s skirt, but, this “skirt” is long enough to cover this “lady’s” essentials. With determination, perseverance and the zeal to succeed, Edze’s introduction of bakery to Agbozume has been given a new breath since 1907.
It tells us as a nation that if we will put a stop to holding cups in our hands tightly like a relay button for loans, we will indeed be the gate way to West Africa.
It is pity how a nation like Ghana responds to developmental issues. Our actions and inactions depict that we do not bestow confidence in Obama’s yes we can in our very citizens.
We relegate innovative minds like the Kantankas to the background. We call what they do that could uplift our nation re-engineering. From managing our natural resources to building our human capability, we consult the oracle of the man who came from beyond the horizon. Like Desmond Tutu once said, “When the missionaries came to Africa they had the Bible and we had the land. They said ‘Let us pray.” We closed our eyes. When we opened them we had the Bible and they had the land.” Indeed, of the white man’s deceit, we fail to recognise that “yes we can.”
“The Ayigbe biscuit,” Madam Lydia said, “has become a delicacy in and across the shores of Ghana.” If we will believe that our little effort as a nation will push us forward, we can turn our impossibilities to possibilities.
The Ayigbe biscuit, for instance, needs a push to as well compete with the cream crackers and the digestives.
Whereas the government is called upon to rethink of helping support the initiatives of our local folks, individuals and stakeholders must also come in. These agencies should take it upon themselves to donating and supporting initiatives that have the potential of raising the bar of our economy.
The Ayigbe biscuit aside the people employed in the manufacturing process, it offers employment to retailers in and around Agbozume.
Helen Keller, the leader of the blind, says “life is a daring adventure or nothing.” In daring in life, we must keep behind our ‘coconut’ that for the success story of the Ayigbe biscuit, we can do more than we have ever thought.
Long live the Ayigbe biscuit, long live the can do spirit within.
The writer is student-journalist at the Ghana Institute of Journalism

                                                                                                                                                                                                              

        

The spiritual side of loan- Akanayo

Loan

By Solomon Mensah
As part of launching the evening edtion of Nsem Pii, the Dabodabo Man of Black Herbal Clinic, Ahaji Akanayo, has educated the Ghanaian populace on the spiritual effects of loan.
Speaking on the most celebrated show, hosted by Nyansa Boakwa, he explained both the good and bad side of loan.
Alhaji Akanayo said that there are categories of loans; the ‘Naama’ which is a loan that the borrower is to pay in a short time without any interest attached to it. Here, the borrower refusing to pay back the loan battles spiritually with hunger.
He mentioned that type of loan that the lender gives out to the receiver without the latter asking for the money. Alhaji added that in the world of spiritualism, the lender receives umbrella as his gift which shelters him or her. Another category of loan that popped up was that asked (initiated) by the borrower. For this type of loan, the lender has a cup as his reward. Here, if the lender tells anyone of lending the borrower an amount of money, the cup filled with water pours down in bits.
Alhaji Akanayo said that there were problems attached with loans which are known spiritually as ‘zeeka.’ Among such problems he mentioned were indebtedness, accident, misfortune and a host of others.
He added that there were days that were not suitable for taking loans. “Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday to Sunday borns have their own days which are suitable for taking loans.”
He said that ‘loan’ and its ‘interest’ were spiritually symbolized with dry leaves and fire respectively which had the recipe to cause disaster.
Callers called in onto the programme and a lot of comments were read on Facebook all in relation to the topic discussed by the herbalist.