It’s Stealing, Stupid!

By Nana Dadzie Ghansah
 
A thief is a thief whether he steals a diamond or a cucumber.
— An Indian Proverb
 
The noun ‘Corruption’ comes from the word ‘corrupt’. The latter is derived from the amalgamation of two Latin words – ‘cor-‘ meaning ‘altogether’ + ‘rumpere’ meaning ‘to break’. From the two words came ‘corrumpere’ meaning ‘mar, bribe, destroy’.
The past participle of the word ‘corrumpere’ is corruptus. It is from the latter that we got the word ‘corrupt’ and by extension, ‘corruption’.
 
So if we deem any society corrupt, then something about that society is broken or the whole society is broken. More often than not, it is the sense of right and wrong that is defective. It is the very moral code that is broken. It could be the legal system. These defects express themselves in acts that ultimately merit the description of “corrupt”.
 
Ask most Ghanaians what ails the nation and the majority will point to corruption as the greatest ill.
So how does Ghana exhibit its brokenness?
Well, we plunder. We pillage. We pilfer. WE STEAL.
We take that, that does not belong to us. WE STEAL.
You can seek to sugarcoat it any way you want but what we do when we play the Game of Corruption is nothing but good old thievery.
The shenanigans with procurement, the inflated contracts, the hand-go-hand-come, the unnecessary trips for per diem, the bribes, backroom deals….those are all nothing but stealing.
We are a bunch of petty thieves and that is the hard and uncomfortable truth.
There are not many Ghanaians who have not indulged in this dastardly act and I must admit ashamedly that many years ago, I did too.
 
Unless we stop stealing, nothing will become of our nation.
Unless we stop pilfering from the public purse as well as the private ones, nothing of substance will grow in this land of ours.
 
We have stolen so much that it has become a habit and a way of life. It is so bad that one looks like an idiot if one does not loot as well. This bad habit has eaten its way into the very fabric of our society. So much so that we do not punish the flagrant ones anymore. We just throw the book at the petty thieves who may steal a goat or pick a pocket. However, the ones who steal millions garner our respect and admiration. They may just get fired. Most of the time, the “Fa ma Nyame” mentality kicks in or respected ones in society plead for leniency on behalf of these thieves.
Like the French economist and author, Frédéric Bastiat wrote in his 1848 work titled “The Physiology of Plunder”:
“When plunder becomes a way of life for a group of men in a society, over the course of time they create for themselves a legal system that authorizes it and a moral code that glorifies it.”
That does sound familiar?
Don’t we all look like a bunch of pirates plundering?
 
In a country with more than 10,000 churches, why do we forget the 8th Commandment? It says:
THOU SHALL NOT STEAL
What are the pastors preaching about? Or are they also busy stealing from their congregants?
 
Maybe, when life is so harsh for the majority and survival is the most important task at hand, the ability to steal might be the most important quality in the jungle where only the fittest survive. We could debate that endlessly.
However, what about those who have and still steal? Well, somewhere along the line, greed sets in and the limits get blurry. That is wrong and not debatable.
 
Until we impress upon ourselves the values of honesty, truth, patience, and discipline; until the greedy become temperate and the thief the protector of the 

public purse, we will wander the fields of this world aimlessly like a ship without a rudder.
 
In 2015, the Filipino politician, Miriam Defensor-Santiago, told her political opponents to stop worrying about the fact that she had lung cancer but rather to worry about a cancer that was afflicting their society. She said:
“The cancer that demands our urgent attention is corruption and poverty.”
Ghana has the same cancer and interestingly, they are more intertwined than most people realize. You see, if those at the helm of things stop playing the corruption game by not stealing, there might just be enough money to take care of the poor.
 
Now is that not an idea worth stealing?

The Face in the Fog

The fire that occasionally baptizes us during life’s challenges brings our sweat and tears to boil……the steam that emanates, is filled with our doubts and fears and covers the great mirror of our short existence, clouding our view of who we are and making us question our very being…..yet if we allow patience to temper the urge of time, believing in what we know lies within, soon we start to see through the fog of the steam……we start to see who we are, recognize our very essence……we start to see….

“A Face in the Fog”

Those Fridays at the Bus Stop

Dad was out of the country at that time. Mum left us with our grandparents in the village and moved to the city for a better teaching job. I was maybe 6 or 7. My brother Paakow was 3 or 4.
My brother and I missed her so much.
She promised she would come down on as many weekends as possible and as kids, we expected her to keep her promise.
Each Friday, my brother and I would go to the bus stop near our grandparents’ house and wait for her. We would wait till it turned dark. Sometimes, we were lucky and she got off the bus. Most times though, she could not make it. Those were the times we would go back home crying, me literally dragging my brother along. He always wanted to wait a little longer.
Mum was away for about a year or so but to my childhood mind, that felt like an eternity.
 
These last few weeks, as reports came in about South American children being separated from their parents who sought asylum at the southern US border, memories of this period in my life came roaring back.
As I saw pictures of these kids locked up in cages, away from their parents, all I could think of was me and Paakow at the bus stop.
For those who have never experienced a long separation from a mother especially as a child, let me tell you – IT IS FUCKING TRAUMATIC!!!
I am 52 years old, happily married, with 2 kids and a career and when I think of that period, I get extremely sad. It is one of the worst things that can happen to a child. At least, we had our grandparents but what do these kids have? Unsmiling guards, who cannot even touch them?
 
The US is a sovereign nation and has every right to take appropriate measures to stem or even stop the inflow of illegal immigrants. These measures can even be termed “A War”. That’s this nation’s prerogative. However, even in real war, there are conventions on how to treat prisoners-of-war. They are accorded some humaneness.
Shouldn’t these immigrants, some of whom are asylum-seekers, like prisoners-of-war, be treated humanely? Is this how the US treats the less fortunate? Is it something about this country that makes it hard for it to temper justice with mercy?
 
I keep hearing that the US is better than this. Really?
This country has used the separation of children from their families to torture, punish and dehumanize minorities in this country for centuries. Maybe it is par for the course.
 
Slave children were torn away from their African-American mothers and sold off. If anyone is interested, there is an account by a Charles Ball in the “Maryland State Archives” about the day he was sold off as a child and the anguish of his mother who was then beaten for holding on to him.
 
From about 1870 till the 1970s, Native American children were taken away forcibly from their families and stuck in boarding schools run by churches and local authorities to turn them into civilized Americans. They had to give up their Native names and take English ones. They were taught to speak English and were punished for speaking their own languages. They were taught that their cultures were inferior and were forced to become Christians. Abuse was rampant and a majority of those children never saw their families again.
When the boarding schools become unpopular in the early 1900s, they were replaced by forced adoptions.
 
Starting also in the early 1900s, a lot of children were ripped from the homes of the poor and stuck in orphanages and later foster homes. The great Malcolm X was such a victim.
 
During the Great Depression, thousands of Mexicans were chased out of the US on the pretext that they caused the hardship. A lot of those families got separated from their children.
 
Last but not the least was the internment of the Japanese during the Second World War.
 
Maybe, this too – the separation of children from their asylum-seeking families – is supposed to dehumanize, punish and even send a message.
A message to all potential illegal immigrants and asylum seekers – that “the US will not be a migrant camp”. Maybe it helps to remove the moral hazard created by treating these families with kids humanely and thus attracting more such immigrants. Maybe it forces the approval of billions for a wall.
 
Whatever the case is, separating children from their parents is one mean thing to do to achieve any aim. It reveals a darkness in the soul that not even the sun can illuminate. It shows a depravity that not even all the mythical blood of Jesus can wash away.
 
One day when I was 8, my brother and I moved in with our parents and those Fridays at the bus stop ended.
However, for these 2000+ children who were ripped from their parents, the ending might be very different.
I fear that, like the African-American and Native American children from a century or more ago, they might be lost to their parents forever. I fear that these children are forever going to live with the trauma of separation for the rest of their lives.
 
Can the US be better than this?
Even though history is not reassuring, this same history tells of men and women who always fought to help right those wrongs. They were always in the minority but sooner or later, the power inherent in the good of their cause swung the pendulum around.
Like John Stuart Mill, said in 1867: “Bad men need nothing more to compass their ends than that good men should look on and do nothing.”
It is only when the good trumps the ugly in a society that we as American can boldly say, “We are better than this”.
 
Until then, I’ll say a prayer for those children and hope that if there is really a God up there, He will take care of them and make this nation “better than this”.
Maybe I’ll even shed a tear for their plight like I used to do those Fridays at the bus stop many years ago.

The Lonely Zulu Girl – Thoughts on International Albinism Awareness Day

Oliviero Toscani is an Italian photographer. From 1982 to 2000, he ran the ad department of the Italian clothier, Benetton. Starting in 1989, his ads for the company took on an edgy and controversial tone. With images as stark as that of a dying AIDS patient or the bloody uniform of a dead Bosnian soldier or controversial as colored condoms or a black woman breastfeeding a white baby, he sought not only to sell clothing but also to spur conversations about social issues of the day and encourage activism.
In 2000, his “Death Row” campaign incited the ire of victims families in Missouri, led to lawsuits and Sears pulling the Benetton line. He would leave the company due to that.
Although critics accused Mr. Toscani of cheapening and exploiting social issues during his tenure at Benetton, supporters of his work pointed to his bravery and social consciousness in raising awareness about issues such as racism, the AIDs epidemic, wars, and famine.

This past Saturday, events that followed my reading of a piece titled, “The Albino Community in Ghana: ‘I’m Motivated to Believe That I Can Survive’”, led me to think of one of Oliviero Toscani’s Benetton ad campaigns from 1992.
The piece was in the New York Times, was written by Walter Thompson-Hernández and delved into the challenges faced by albinos in Ghana.
One of the people he interviewed while preparing the column was a good friend and colleague, the dermatologist Dr. Jeannette Aryee-boi.
I was excited to see Jeanette’s face all over a page in the Times. I called her.
You see, besides facing a lot of discrimination, albinos also have to deal with very early-onset skin cancer and that is where Jeanette comes in. She has dedicated part of her practice to supporting albinos with skin cancer.
We talked about the difficulties albinos faced. She informed me that June 13 had been designated by the UN as International Albinism Awareness Day and that she would be giving a lecture on skin cancer in albinos as part of the events scheduled for the day.

Immediately after I hung up, I remembered one of Oliviero Toscani’s Benetton ad campaigns from 1992. The picture for the ad was shot in South Africa. It showed a group of young Zulu girls standing together. One of them seemed to stand alone, shunned by the others. The Zulu girl standing alone was different. She was an albino.
From the first time I saw that ad in Berlin in 1992, it has stayed with me. Even though it incited all sort of backlash back then, it did carry and still carries a very poignant message of exclusion and discrimination.

So as the International Albinism Awareness Day rolls around, I cannot help but share this image to raise awareness about a problem albinos face all over the world – discrimination. There are even parts of Africa where being an albino can be a death sentence. Luckily, albinos in Ghana do not have to worry about that.
On Wednesday, as the problems that face albinos get placed front and center, let us all learn to have more tolerance for those who are different and may not look like us. Let us learn to accept people for who they are. Let us not even hide behind our respective faiths to ostracize and exclude but with open arms, let’s accept all into the fold of humanity.

Lastly, for all who have felt the sting of discrimination in their lives, I pray that the experience does not make you angry and bitter or even withdrawn and apathetic. I pray rather that those ordeals you have faced or even still face will let deep wells of empathy spring up in you. Wells of empathy that would allow you to seek out and support those marginalized because of who they are, where they may come from, who they worship or even have sex with.

Let us try to create a world where the Albino Zulu girl does not stand alone, shunned by her peers.

Mirror, Mirror In His Hand

“Our job is only to hold up the mirror — to tell and show the public what has happened.”
— Walter Cronkite

One thing that is noteworthy about all humans is that the longer we look at an object, a scene or even another human, the more our perception dulls. The object, scene or other person becomes familiar and we run the risk of not seeing changes.
Painters face this problem when doing a representation piece. If an artist steps away from a representational piece for a few days, he or she will often come back and notice glaring mistakes. To help alleviate this, the great painter and polymath Leonardo da Vinci had this suggestion written down in one of his many notebooks:

“When you wish to see whether the general effect of your picture corresponds with that of the object represented after nature, take a mirror and set it so that it reflects the actual thing, and then compare the reflection with your picture, and consider carefully whether the subject of the two images is in conformity with both, studying especially the mirror.”

Thus by holding a mirror up to a representational painting, an artist is able to see it for what it really is. The mirror becomes an instrument of reality.

Even though I could not find the exact origin, the term “holding up a mirror to something or someone” shows up throughout history. It shows up in Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 2: “…as ’twere, the mirror up to nature, to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.”
More interestingly, the phrase is captured as the symbol for the virtue Prudence. Prudence is depicted as a woman holding a mirror (into which she stares) with one hand and a snake with the other. The mirror symbolizes self-awareness whereas the snake represents wisdom and caution.
So we see that even in antiquity, it was wise to be reminded of reality constantly, then that is a mark of prudence and prudence is a great virtue to live by. By prudence, I do not mean the modern meaning of caution but the ancient meaning of wisdom, foresight, and knowledge.
It is not only important to hold up a mirror to ourselves to remind us of who we are like Prudence does. It is also important to hold up a mirror to society to remind all of who we are as a people.

One person who seems to do this quite well is the attorney turned investigative journalist, private investigator and sting operator par excellence, Anas Arameyaw Anas.
Like some, I have been critical of his methods. I even penned a piece titled “Who Will Watch Anas” in 2015. However, regardless of what you think of the man, his investigative style and his mode of publicizing his findings, he always succeeds in holding up a mirror to our society.
And anytime he holds up that mirror, the Ghanaian society recoils at what it sees.
Whether it is about his investigations into ritual killings of disabled children, the Chinese sex cartel in Accra, the Madhouse story, the crooked judges or now even the corrupt Ghana Football Association, his findings act as a shiny surface from which the ills of the Ghanaian society are starkly reflected.

Of all the ills that we see, there is one that seems to always be present — an unbelievable ease with which Ghanaians can be corrupted to do the wrong thing, even break the law, with money and/or even livestock. This ability to be easily corrupted seems to spin its way through all of Anas’ findings and many are those who think it may be the biggest ill afflicting this nation.

So why are we so corrupt as a nation and a people?
The answer may well lie in philosophy – philosophy, not as an art of reasoning but the art of living.
Every culture has a belief system that guides the lives of its people. This is often wisdom collected and passed on over centuries. It informs how the people think, behave and interact with each other. It shows up in the level of dignity, morality, and ethics in each culture.
With a culture of corruption as ingrained in our society as it is, one may safely say that the collective wisdom passed down through the ages has contained corrupt behavior as a hallmark.
Now, what would cause our philosophy for life to be marked by a habit as destructive as corruption? The answer is simple: because in our corner of the world, most people do not live; they survive! Thus, with a survival mentality, it is easy to see why corruption is so rampant.

Outside the big cities live millions who are struggling to make ends meet. Even in the big cities are many who are struggling to survive way below the poverty line. This breeds a survival mentality and philosophy. It is a survival of the fittest, dog-eat-dog mentality. Anything that gets one through the day is good. Morality, ethics and especially conscience become liabilities. In the face of such poverty, Ghanaians can be corrupted to do the wrong thing, even break the law, with money and/or even livestock.
The survival mentality also breeds a scarcity mentality. Thus even when people have no real need to steal, keep doing it because they are driven by a fear that their good fortune is not permanent. They become greedy.
Every and anything that fosters one survival is seen as good. Anything that threatens this survival is seen as bad. Even Deities one worships are seen as enablers. Thus, in Anas’ Number #12, one can hear some of the referees who are taking bribes thank God as they receive the monies. Even though the Christian God probably frowns on corruption as it is stealing, a man with a survival mentality sees this God differently. For him, God becomes a power to be harnessed in this fight to survive. This morality-free, unethical fight and any success that is notched, whether legal or illegal is seen as a boon from this God. Thus on Sundays when Ghanaians stream in their thousands into churches, the prayer that rises to the heavens is one for survival. Any wonder there are so many churches?

So as long as people survive instead of live, the last thing on their minds is raising a mirror to examine themselves or the society in which they are struggling to survive. That is a luxury reserved for those who live.
That is why what Anas does is so important. He has become our Prudence. With one hand on a serpent that winds around offering the corruptible the forbidden fruit to bite into, the other hand holds up a mirror to reflect the actions of these corruptible ones. When we see them biting into the forbidden fruit we gasp, not only because we are shocked at their actions, but also because we recognize ourselves.

Not until we become a nation that can provide the basics of life like food, clean water, electricity, and shelter for its people, we will only survive. Even those who are well-to-do will think they are just surviving and exhibit greed at destructive levels. Swamped by this scarcity mentality, our society will not know qualities like dignity, morality, ethics, prudence, justice, temperance, and fortitude. Such qualities that will make us want to lift a mirror to ourselves and our society. Qualities that keep the “Anases” of the world away.

Till then, we will wait expectantly for the next time he raises his mirror and asks, “Mirror, mirror in my hands, who is the most corrupt in all the land?”

The Day the Dogwood Blossomed

That Spring morning,
When she returned from her run,
She saw the Dogwood had blossomed.
White petals sprinkled among the green,
An explosion of life and beauty.

She marched into the house,
Ready the news to share,
But the look on his face,
Said all was not well.
His announcement sunk her heart,
Froze her in place as he walked out.

Thus whenever Spring rolls around,
With the songs of birds and the butterflies;
With the white petals of the Dogwood
Sprinkled among the green,
She feels not the beauty of new life
Nor the pulse of a fresh start,
Then all she can really think of
Is the day love walked out.

© Nana Dadzie Ghansah 2018

 

The Hardest-Working People

On May 16 Bloomberg published a piece by the famed business columnist, Justin Fox, titled “Want Educated Immigrants? Let In More Africans”.
In it, he dissects the words of the WH Chief of Staff, Gen. Kelly from an interview with NPR that aired on May 11. At one point during the interview, the discussion veered onto the issue of undocumented immigrants. Gen. Kelly argued that since most undocumented immigrants were uneducated, unskilled and could not speak English, they were “not people that would easily assimilate into the United States, into our modern society.”
Based on the criteria Gen. Kelly seems to prefer, Mr. Fox in the column, presented data from the census bureau, to show which immigrants are the best fit. In one graph, he presents the list of countries with the hardest working immigrants in the US and Ghana is at the top of that list.
Let that sink in – Ghanaians are the hardest-working immigrants in the US!

As I read the piece and stared dumbfounded at the graph, I thought of a debate that has occupied psychologists for decades. The question of whether human behavior in any given situation is due to personality or the circumstances. I recalled 2 experiments, that in their own way, sought to shed light on this question.

The first one was performed in the 60s. In July 1961, in the shadow of the Nuremberg War Crimes Trials, Stanley Milgram, a psychologist at Yale started an experiment to research into how far people would go in obeying an instruction if it involved harming another person. The experiment was meant to focus on the conflict between obedience to authority and personal conscience. His motivation came from the justification given by those tried during the Nuremberg War Crimes Trials, that their participation in the Holocaust was purely out of obedience to authority.
He recruited 40 men who played the role of teachers who had to test learners played by actors. There were also “experimenters”, who acted as supervisors of the teachers. The learners were taught word-pairs and then tested on them. For each wrong answer, the teacher, goaded on by the experimenter, had to give the learner an electric shock. The shocks started from 15 volts and went up in 15 V increments all the way to 450 V. Even though the teachers thought they were giving real shocks, the shock generator was connected to a tape recorder which played back prerecorded screaming sounds. The learner was in another room so the teacher could not see him. The learner also added to the drama by banging on the walls of the room when the shock intensity got above 300 V. At 450 V, there was no response.
In the initial experiment and variations of it by Milgram and other psychologists, 65% of the subjects applied shocks up to 450 V. All of them applied shocks up to 300 V. 26 of 40 subjects were prepared to shock other humans with harmful voltages just because they were asked to!
Milgram would propagate the Agency Theory from this experiment — in the autonomous state, people direct their own actions take responsibility for the results of those actions but in the agentic state, they allow others to direct their actions and then pass off the responsibility for the consequences to the person giving the orders.

In the second experiment, the 1973 Stanford Prison Experiment, Philip Zimbardo sought to find out whether the brutality reported among guards in American prisons was due to the sadistic personalities of the guards (trait) or had more to do with the prison environment (circumstances). He turned the basement of the psychology building into a mock prison and recruited 23 students who were asked to role play guards and prisoners. 11 of them played guards and 10 of the prisoners. The experiment was supposed to go for 14 days but by the 6th day, the guards had become so abusive and the prisoners so submissive that the experiment was terminated. One of the prisoners had had a mental breakdown!
Zimbardo would conclude that people will readily conform to the social roles they are expected to play and that the circumstances made both the guards and prisoners who they were.

These two experiments, in spite of their shortcomings and biases, point to an important phenomenon — that our behaviors in certain situations can be a function of the circumstances and not our inherent personalities.

So how do these experiments and phenomenon apply to the Justin Fox piece? Well, the fact that Ghanaians are the hardest-working group immigrants in the US is remarkable.
Like my the friend, attorney, and social activist, Ace Kojo Anan Ankomah asked, “And in our own country are we the hardest working people?”
Do not get me wrong. There are plenty of very hard-working Ghanaians who will never leave the country but there is also a percentage of the workforce that exhibits a marked paucity of wanting to work hard.
A lot of business owners complain about the work ethic of some Ghanaians in Ghana but then these same Ghanaians migrate to the US and become the hardest-working group of immigrants! How is that possible?

If we assume that the personalities of these Ghanaians stayed unchanged, then the change in behavior has to be attributed to the only thing that changed – the circumstances. Thus somehow, a change in the environment brings out a better work ethic in Ghanaians.
If Ghanaians can, with a change in where they find themselves in the world, exhibit a better even great work ethic, then this trait was already present in us but had become dormant, even inert or was induced by the newer circumstances.
That will mean that there is something in Ghana that suppresses this trait and something in the US that allows it to blossom.
That “thing” is what makes Ghanaians put in their all in a strange land. The absence of that “thing” is what suppresses the work ethic when they are in Ghana.

Before we identify that “thing”, let me do a little exercise:
Say I am in downtown Lexington and witness a man collapse. Driven by my instincts as a doctor, I’ll run over and offer my help. I will start CPR, get someone to call an ambulance while I continue and I’ll keep pumping on the chest till help arrives. I know as long as I keep some blood flowing, once he gets to one of the big three hospitals in town, he’ll get the critical care he needs. Thus, I harbor some hope that my efforts are not in futility.
Now let’s transport me to Ghana. I am somewhere in Osu and notice a man collapse. I’ll rush over and start CPR. As I push on the man’s chest, I will wonder when an ambulance will show up. Even if it does, will the medics on the ambulance have a way to ventilate and monitor the patient till they get him to Korle-Bu or 37? At either hospital, will they even have a ventilator or even oxygen? How bad is traffic going to be? Can you feel my pushes waning?
Back in Lexington, I tell myself, “It is worth it!” In Ghana, there is a nagging feeling that it is not worth it. A certain hopelessness is making my efforts seem futile and with that my efforts seem to ebb. Circumstances are starting to affect my behavior.
After a year in Ghana, guess what I’ll do when I see a man keel over on the streets of Accra?

So that “thing” that induces an amazing work ethic in Ghanaians in the US but saps it when they are home might be HOPE and TRUST. Hope that in the US they will find a well-paying job and a trust that if they work hard, their efforts will be rewarded. Hope that they can make their lives and that of their families better by giving it their all. This hope is not just a pipe dream but an actuality that is borne out by the Rule of Law and institutions that work. They see this in the lives of other Ghanaians and trust that the system will work.
This work ethic is sapped away by conditions of hopelessness and mistrust. So even in this same US, African-Americans, have through years of racism and violence, neither hope not trust in the system. This hopelessness and mistrust have eaten and still eat away at the well-being of this group and may buttress reports of poor work ethic in some members.

Based on an unscientific poll I did on Facebook (above image), the majority of the 200-plus people who answered think personality is the deciding factor in how a person behaves in any given situation. The Milgram Experiment counters this. We realized that in certain circumstances, 65% of people exhibit behavior that is dependent on the situation. The Stanford Prison Experiment had even starker results!
However, the issue might not be that simple.

As far back as 1938, the Harvard psychologist, Henry Murray, posited that “situations ‘press’ individuals to exhibit traits”. Tett, Simonet, Walser, and Brown would crystallize that into the coherent Trait Activation theory in the Journal Of Applied Psychology in 2013. In short, it says that a trait will show up only in a situation where it is relevant.
Also, there is the thought that certain character traits make people seek certain situations. So a man who is promiscuous will always find himself in situations that lead to seduction. This notion was also brought up about the Stanford Prison Experiment – that sadistic people may seek out jobs as guards and be aided by that situation to realize themselves. In other words, people seek out situations that “press individuals to realize their dominant traits”. Hardworking people seek out environments that induce their work ethic.

So could it be that the Ghanaians with a strong work ethic are those who migrate, hoping to enter an environment where their strong traits are induced? Maybe!
Whatever the case is, we need to build our country so that it is a bastion of hope and trust. A place where the rule of law stands and institutions work. Even if, like me, you are one of those “working hard” in the US, you need to do the little you can to raise our motherland. Then and only then will very, very few find the need to leave so as to find themselves. Then and only then will we be “the hardest-working people in our own country.”

To Spring

Like Odysseus’ descent into Hades,
The cold of winter enveloped us.
In the Underworld he talked to shades,
And so realized this life is a plus.
The painful bite of Jack Frost,
The lifelessness of the chill,
Reminded all of warmth lost,
As life became bleak and still.
Thus when the blooms reappear,
And rain and mist fill the day;
When the birds fill the air with cheer
And the sun’s call to smile we obey,
Then as Odysseus hailed life on returning,
So do we rejoice on Spring’s new dawning!
© Nana Dadzie Ghansah 2018

 

Those Nursing Hands

As this year’s Nurses Appreciation Week draws to a close, let me give a shout out to every single nurse out there!

To those gas-passing-and-propofol-dispensing CRNAs,
The harried-yet-blamed-for-everything pre-op nurses,
The trying-to-make-those-prima-donnas-happy circulating nurses (Boy! do they circulate!),
The the-patient-you brought out-is-not-breathing PACU nurses,
The stern-and-unflappable-is-the-patient-on-any-pressors ICU nurses,
Those have-eyes-at-the-back-of-their heads ER nurses,
The I-do-not-know-how-you-do-it floor nurses…

To all nurses out there – we love your empathy, compassion, organized and caring nature, hard work and above all…those hands…

“Those Nursing Hands”

 

The Most Hallowed Right

Maybe it is because life is so serendipitous and unpredictable. Like the old adage that the Persians claim the Sufi poet Attar of Nishapur wrote or the Jews attribute to King Solomon, “This too shall pass”. The problems or the joys we face in life are fleeting and nothing is really as it seems.
Maybe it is because some see a Deity as the Creator of life. Life then is seen not as a gift but a loan from this Deity that we are supposed to treasure, protect and make the most of. Then one day, we will be called upon to account for that loan called life and will be punished if we misused it and rewarded if we treasured and made the most of it.
Maybe its because the State sees life – all life – as something sacrosanct that falls under its purview to protect.
Maybe it is because there is the feeling that we are all in this together and turning one’s back on the experience is a betrayal of a common cause.
Maybe it is the loved ones one leaves behind…loved ones whose love was just not enough?
Or is it that life is seen as being so precious that no matter how terrible and unbearable one’s circumstances are, its sanctity should be upheld?

Is that why the issue of taking one’s life is so controversial?

Most consider life a truly great gift. That this fleeting, ephemeral experience on this crazy planet is a wonderful thing. Or could be a wonderful thing.
If life is a gift, then each of us has the right to do with it what he or she chooses. That is a right that comes with life. No one else can decide for a mature adult of sane mind what he or she can do with his or her life.

Even if it is the decision to end it.
Which brings me to one of those questions without a right answer:
“Does any human have the right to end his or her life?”

The issue of suicide is a controversial issue. Is it wrong or right? Why does it carry such a stigma? Why do some societies criminalize it? If one has a right to live, should that same right not pertain to death?
You might feel strongly about it being right or wrong but your point of view is not inviolate and that is the aim of this exercise. To present a stand unlike the conventional which sees suicide as a very bad thing, even criminal.

Surely, there are diseases of the mind, like depression, that cause one to think of ending it all. Since one is not of sound mind, it can be argued that that is an exception.
On the other hand, the desire to live is such a strong phenomenon that very few people, who have all their mental faculties intact, think of ending it all.

The WHO estimates that about 1 million people die from suicide each year (the world’s population is 7.7 billion and is growing by about 83 million people a year).
The majority of these people are thought to have major depression but also substance abuse like alcoholism, financial woes, debilitating disease and societal pressure can lead to suicide. The highest number of suicides are seen in Europe and Asia (Lithuania and Japan come to end) with Africa having the least. This raises another question that I ponder about often: Do Africans value life or are we just afraid of death.
Anyway, I digress. Let us go back to the matter at hand.

This means that those who are not depressed or suffering from other mental illnesses who commit suicide do so because they cannot take their lives at that point in time anymore. They do not see any way out and see death as the only way out.

As ill-informed as that decision might be, is it not in their right to do so?

Should a patient with terminal cancer, with metastases all over, who suffers indescribable pain not have the right to end it? If that person continues to live in pain and suffering, what does that achieve?
A slave who jumped off a slave ship to his death in the churning waters of the Atlantic during the Middle Passage saved himself the horrors of bondage that befell Africans in the New World. Did that slave not have the right to do so?
A banker who loses it all when the market crashes and thus jumps out of a 30th-floor window to his demise chooses death over life. In much the same as the Japanese pilots of the Tokubetsu Kōgekitai who flew kamikaze missions against Allied targets in the Pacific during WW II did. They all at that point in time had a similar mantra in mind like the quote from 1775 that has been immortalized and is seen as one of the catalysts of the American War of Independence. Words uttered by Patrick Henry but probably written by William Wirt:
“Give me liberty, or give me death!”
Most people respect that and see valor and patriotism in those words. However, how is that different from the other scenarios I painted earlier?
The African slave leaping into the churning waters of the Atlantic made a decision to die rather than be in bondage. The terminal cancer patient wants death rather than pain.
The banker might well have screamed, “Give me wealth or give me death” and the kamikaze pilot, “A victorious Japan or death”.
What underlines all these scenarios is a freedom to make that choice between life and death. Society may hail one but condemn the others. Why?

The issue of suicide has bedeviled mankind forever. Camus put it best when he wrote, “There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide”.
In ancient Greece, in Massilia and Ceos, a man who could convince the magistrate why he needed to die was handed a cup of Hemlock and bid farewell.
Pliny the Elder wrote:
“Life is not so desirable a thing as to be protracted at any cost. Whoever you are, you are sure to die, even though your life has been full of abomination and crime. The chief of all remedies for a troubled mind is the feeling that among the blessings which Nature gives to man, there is none greater than an opportune death; and the best of it is that everyone can avail himself of it.”

Sure there were also philosophers like Camus, Kant, Locke, and Satre as well as writers of Christian-leaning and the Church itself who opposed and continue to oppose suicide greatly. Hobbes’ position is probably the most revealing. He claims that natural law forbids everyman “to do, that which is destructive of his life, or take away the means of preserving the same.” Breaking this natural law is irrational and immoral.
Religions like Hinduism support suicide while Christians abhor it, citing the suffering of Jesus on the cross as an example of how tough life can be and how we are called to bear it.
However, even Jesus prayed for strength to carry that cross and ultimately made a conscious decision to bear it. So, if one cannot carry this burdensome cross, can one not just end it. To cull from Herodotus quote, “Does death not become for man a sought-after refuge, when life is burdensome?”

Maybe the person who looks at life, finds it unbearable and decides to end it does not commit “the greatest act of cowardice” but rather uses his or her most hallowed right – the right to live or not. The right to be a person or a memory.