Friday 6 June 2014

Of letters & teenage yummy feelings: relics of the ancient art of love letter writing


 
Do you remember the first love letter you ever wrote? How about the first one you received? Can you spare a minute to try recall the emotions which flooded you as you opened the envelop (usually scented) to read the words of your dearest one? I believe your heartbeat went a notch up as the sweet "nothings" of love filled your head. The wait between the time we so quickly reply such letters and get a response is often an intense one. If you were in the boarding house then, you looked forward with feverish anticipation to the days letters are delivered. Stories were told of people writing letters to themselves when it appeared they were not favored much.

If you were not in school then, it was a mad dash for them when daddy was back from work and he passed by the mail box to pick up letters. It was always easy to go back to the letters and reread them, feel all mushy-yummy again as butterflies of love gush through your tummy and render you momentarily silly as you waded through the day effortlessly carried along on the wings of love.

In these days of social media, SMS,  Whatsapp, E-mail, and Twitter, I wonder if these same emotions, which the  love letters of old evoked in us still exist. Methinks that whatever loveydovey emotions there are these days,  they are transient and well, with one click of a button or swipe of a finger one can easily delete any memories or records of such letters. 

I remember my love letter writing days with such glee. Those days, you needed a special pen for such letters; thankfully a cute stationary shop down the street was my haven. I would carefully choose my pen, and move on the next must-have accessory; the writing pad. Over here, one did not pick just any kind of pad to write on. Which ever one you settled on often reflected the interests of the recipient; a pad with flowers on or butterfly were quite popular then. One could also settle for a beautiful seaside picture which added some softness and serenity to the letter.

Back in those days, it was quite popular to start a love letter with the following lines (after the affectionate salutation): 

"Dear Lorlor,

The sweet chocolate hills (i have always wondered if these hills really exist) have given me the opportunity to write you these few words........."

These opening lines (or a revised standard version of them) were often a constant in most love letters; and according to connoisseurs were enough to melt the hearts and emotions of one's loved one. Letter writing in general is (was) an art and a writer had to sit down, cogitate and come up with the perfect lines to convey the perfect mood to the recipient, and love letter writing was no exception of this requirement. Very often, I would read such letters several times over right at the post office as I smiled like a satisfied kitten with careless abandon.
 
When I finally made it home, it was one last read before bed, and you guessed right, I had sweet dreams the whole night. I was sure to spend the next day plotting my most appropriate response and by the end of the second day, it would be in the post before night fall. Oh, it appears I have forgotten something; a rather unpardonable error if our love letter was to be well received. The envelope!!
 
The envelope was the carrier of love tidings and hence must reflect thus. A colorfully decorated one was most preferred in such dealings but then if the cost was too high and the budget was too tight for a young boy like me who was 'powering" his love with pocket money, then a white Eno Serwaa envelope should suffice. This was often well decorated with flower patterns and some went further to add a dash of their favorite perfumes. I must mention here that much care was taken in addressing the envelope appropriately and the best handwriting was utilized at this point.

And so it went that the love affairs of our teenage days were carried on the wings of an aged and almost outdated craft of love letting writing. An art which sadly is fast eroding for nothing ever replaces a good mood, a nice pen and a beautiful note pad to trigger a flurry of words meant to evoke the wildest passions in a love interest.  
 
These days, with fast SMS, Whatsapp & Facebook, much thought is not given to the art of constructing a sweet love letter. If push comes to shove and love turns sour, a quick phone call to terminate ties is deemed appropriate behavior these days. Sadly enough, when my lover's attention waned, a phone call to me was all it took to break off the friendship and the art of love letter died with it.
 
After all, who had money to spare on love lost? But, that is another story all together. 
 
For Lorlor Adi Gbafa

Thursday 5 June 2014

Of wizards, football, money and societal values: the Ghanaian Story


I am still yet to come to terms with the revelation by self acclaimed most powerful jujuman in Ghana Kwaku Bonsam that he is the cause of the injuries of Portuguese football star Christiano Ronaldo. Ever since he burst into the limelight some five or so years ago, Kwaku Bonsam has not spared any "opportunity" to tell us all about just how powerful he is and compares himself to the legendary Okomfo Anokye of old Asanteman. He has strutted about town with a swag of a latter day hip-hop artiste and lives a flamboyant lifestyle as he seeks to give some modern taste to his trade in esoteric realms. In case you didn't know, he has a website which is kept updated.
 
Kwaku Bonsam spent a year or two in the Bronx of New York and his daily exploits were captured in film as cameras followed him about like he was a member of the Kardashian tribe. But, wait, he is a jujuman man, a witch doctor, from Ghana.

 I still remember one morning in 2009 when he was given a slot on TV3 morning show to display his powers. I watched as he conjured money from god knows where to the gleeful excitement of the show host. Ever since that time, a question has nagged me so long for answers; where are we going as a country as far as science and technology and hard work supported with research, are concerned?

Not a day passes by without a new movie being released unto the Ghanaian market by  Kumawood (name for the local-largely Kumasi based-movie industry especially). Most of these movies usually go along the story line of people dabbling in the occult and fetish practices, witches and wizards, dragons running amok and benevolent spirits blessing their adherents. If movies are a reflection of the sociocultural outlook of a people, then it is indeed sad to note that they indeed do not present a good view about Ghanaians and the values we hold dear as a society. 

In the years gone by, values such as hard work, diligence and the strive for excellence were held in high esteem. This is however fast eroding by the day as people seek other "means" of making money and enjoying societal goods. These days, fetish priests, mallams, and juju men jostle for airtime to advertise their wares on radio and television. Some are known to be sponsors of prime time news on some radio and television stations much to the chagrin of our collective sensibilities. The society is saddled with the burden of young men and women dabbling in the occult and amassing wealth their parents could only dream of in a fufu induced dream. Stories abound about some of them dying horrible and disgusting deaths after they failed to meet their end of the contract with juju men or the years they were given to enjoy their wealth expiring.


 



Kwaku Bonsam

 

Have we as a society sat down to ponder about the dangers of promoting such bizarre and twisted wealth creation avenue by our young people? What sort of future are we leaving behind for posterity if we adopt a policy of "ways and means" and "the end justifies the means"? If we continue to let the likes of Kwaku Bonsam to hold sway and dictate the values of society, and we push hard work, diligence, investment in the background, we should not be surprise if young people start slaughtering their mothers in the names of sacrifice for a money rain.
 
We seem to have relegated the importance of science, and research into appropriate technology to the background in our quest to deal with our numerous problems and are on the look out for benevolent spirits to have mercy on us and rain money on us. As for those so-called men of God selling "blessed water" & "frytol" as quick fix avenues to riches, their story will be told another day. 

In the mean time, I wish Kwaku Bonsam will channel his so-call powers to helping us deal with our energy crises. Can we have some unusual rains at the Bui Dam which is close to a shutdown due to falling water levels? How about calling upon some dwarfs to  "arrest" the falling currency? Oh, wait, that will be too much to ask for I guess. That will be him doing some good with his "powers' for a change. Rendering Christiano Ronaldo injured for the World Cup, is a more worthier course in his estimation. He should just as well, cripple all the players of the world cup teams so the cup is given to Ghana and case close; we have won the cup!!

This is the sort of society Ghana has become after some 57 years of independence; one where Sakawa boys (and girls) are the heroes and role models for most of our youths. One where juju men and occults blatantly advertise their services and have become the first point of resolution for life's troubles. A society where the motto is easily "get rich or die trying, any means possible".