In an alternative Universe

CG had been the former Vice-President’s bodyguard and driver for a long time. He had been assigned to him when he started his term and stayed with him when he left office. CG drove everywhere with the former VP.
 
A few times every week, he drove him to the gym for a workout. CG usually used the time to get a work-out in too.
So he was in the gym that day the former VP collapsed. CG rushed over. He was certified in Basic Life Support (BLS) and Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation (CPR).
He called out the VP’s name. There was no response.
He felt for a pulse. There was none. His breathing was fast and shallow.
He immediately turned the VP on his back, knelt beside him and started pumping on his chest and called out, “Someone, please get the AED and another person should call 999!”
A man standing close by said he was a doctor, got out his phone and called 999.
One of the gym instructors got an AED, a Code Box, and an oxygen tank and brought them over.
The doctor attached the AED even as he talked into the phone. The screen of the AED lit up. The rhythm looked erratic. The AED said it was not shockable. CG restarted CPR.
 
The doctor was on the phone.
“The former VP collapsed at the gym. He is pulseless but the rhythm is not shockable. We are still doing CPR. I think it is cardiac and he needs to get to Cardio ASAP. Send an ambulance.”
At that point, CG called out, “Traffic at this time will be crazy. Let’s have him airlifted!”
The gym instructor took over CPR so CG could take a break. He was certified in CPR too. All the gym instructors were.
The doctor was still on the phone.
“Can we get him airlifted?….yes, there is a field the copter can land right next to the gym…ok, holding on”.
 
He turned his attention back to the VP.
“Let’s check his rhythm again”, he ordered.
The gym instructor turned back the AED on. The rhythm was clearly V-fib.
The AED asked all to step back as it shocked.
“Zapp!”
The body of the VP was convulsed by 150 J.
The rhythm stayed erratic.
“Zapp!”
The body convulsed again.
A straight line appeared on the screen….and then a rhythm! 30, 40, 50, 60…rhythmic.
They were all staring at the screen panting.
The doctor was back on the phone.
“We got a rhythm. He has a pulse. Great!”
He hung up and informed everyone in the gym:
“The helicopter is on its way. Cardio is aware. The cardiac catheterization lab team is ready. An ICU bed is available. the heart surgery and stroke teams are on standby.”
 
In the distance, one could hear the rotor blades of the helicopter tearing through the warm air of an Accra morning.
CG and the doctor are kneeling beside the former VP watching him like a hawk. He still had a pulse. His breathing fast and shallow.
The doctor wondered if he should intubate the VP. The helicopter has landed. He decided against it. Instead, he got the oxygen mask, placed it over the VP’s face, hooked it to the oxygen tank and turned the oxygen up.
 
The paramedics burst into the gym like Green Berets, dragging a gurney with a monitor behind them.
One got an IV. in the left arm in no time and hooked up a lactated Ringer’s infusion The other hooked the VP to the transport monitor. All the time, they watched his rhythm like hawks. Then they moved him onto their gurney.
Just after they moved him, the VP went into V-fib again.
“Zapp!” 150J! “Zapp!” 200J! Zapp! 250J
He converted.
They raced for the helicopter, the doctor and CG in tow.
The helicopter took off heading towards Cardio.
 
Would the former VP have made it in this alternative universe? Who knows?
We all would have rejoiced if he had made it!
And if he hadn’t?
We would all mourn him like we are doing now but with a clear difference. We would mourn knowing that all efforts were made to save him and that if any one of us ever found himself or herself in such a situation, we would have the same resources at our disposal…
….in that alternative universe.

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?

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 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.”

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.

The Traders are Kidnapping My People

Between 1400 – 1900, the continent of Africa saw four waves of slave trading that in total would diminish the continent’s population by 50% by 1800.
The Trans-Saharan slave trade saw slaves being taken from south of the Saharan desert and shipped to Northern Africa.
In the Red Sea slave trade, slaves were taken from the area around the Red Sea and transported to the Middle East and India.
The Indian Ocean slave trade, had the slaves being taken from Eastern Africa and shipped either to the Middle East, India, or the plantation islands in the Indian Ocean.
Compared to the TransAtlantic slave trade, the above three above three paled in scope. Beginning in the 15th century, men, women and even children were shipped from Western, Central and Eastern Africa to the European colonies in the Americas.
Slaves were captured through kidnappings, raids, and warfare. None of them went willingly into the slave ships. A conservative estimate is that 20 million Africans were taken away as slaves. Then are the countless men, women, and children who died during the raids, during the marches to the slave castles, in the slave castles and during the Middle Passage.

Even though the institution of slavery has existed worldwide for centuries, the fact that slavery existed in Africa turned out to be catastrophic.
Slavery as an institution is inhumane but slavery that was present in Africa was way benign and adaptable compared to what the Europeans established in the Americas. Slaves in Africa were prisoners of war, payments for family debts, criminals or as part of a dowry payment. No one went on raids to capture slaves or kidnapped others to enslave them.
Most won their freedom by the next generation, could marry and were often part of the extended family. Even though there was some viciousness towards slaves, what happened to slaves in the Americas paled in comparison to that.
When the Europeans arrived in Africa, the age-old practice morphed into a frank holocaust.

A good example of this complex dynamic is shown by what happened in the Congo after the Portuguese arrived in 1493 led by Diogo Cão. The kingdom of Congo was about 300 square miles and had been in existence over a century before the Portuguese showed up. It was ruled by a king called the ManiKongo.
Cão was soon followed by other Portuguese merchants and priests from the Catholic Church in 1491. Schools and churches were built. Copper, ivory and textiles were traded.The people of the Congo also wanted to acquire skills – the skills of masons and carpenters to build European style buildings, and education and literacy, in order to communicate directly with Europe.
In the interim, the Portuguese had discovered the worth of African labor and were interested in acquiring slaves. Initially, only war captives were traded but the Portuguese wanted more slaves for the plantations in Brazil. They started colluding with Congolese noblemen and chiefs to kidnap Congolese and sell them as slave. By 1500, the trade had hit a frenzy. Hochschild reports how “men sent out from Lisbon to be masons or teachers at Mbanza Kongo soon made far more money by herding convoys of chained Africans to the coast and selling them to the captains of slave-carrying caravels.”
Even the Catholic priests got into the act. They “abandoned their preaching, took black women as concubines, kept slaves themselves, and sold their students and converts into slavery”. Interestingly after the Reformation, these Catholic-priests-turned-slave-traders refused to sell to Protestants.
It is into this melee that Nzinga Mbemba of Affonso I became the King of the Congo or the ManiKongo in 1506. A very smart man, he was a provincial chief and in his thirties when the first Portuguese missionaries arrived in 1491. He studied with them for 10 years. In the process, he converted to Catholicism and gained a great command of the Portuguese language.
As king, he sought to modernize his kingdom by harnessing the knowledge the Portuguese had, held back prospectors who wanted gold and tried to control the slave trade which had gotten out of hand. In his despair, he even wrote to two Portuguese kings and the Pope for help.

This from a letter he wrote to King Joao III of Portugal in 1526:

“Each day the traders are kidnapping our people — children of this country, sons of our nobles and vassals, even people of our own family… This corruption and depravity are so widespread that our land is entirely depopulated…We need in this king­dom only priests and schoolteachers, and no merchandise unless it is wine and flour for Mass. ..It is our wish that this kingdom not be a place for the trade or transport of slaves.”

Later, he would also write:

“Many of our subjects eagerly lust after Portuguese merchandise that your subjects have brought into our domains. To satisfy this inordinate appetite, they seize many of our black free subjects. . . They sell them … after having taken these prisoners [to the coast] secretly or at night…As soon as the captives are in the hands of white men they are branded with a red-hot iron.”

On the issue of the priests turned slave traders:

In this kingdom, faith is as fragile as glass because of the bad examples of the men who come to teach here, because the lusts of the world and lure of wealth have turned them away from the truth. Just as the Jews crucified the Son of God because of covet­ousness, my brother, so today He is again crucified.

If he was expecting sympathy from King Joao III, he got none. This was part of his reply to Affonso:

“You … tell me that you want no slave-trading in your domains because this trade is depopulating your country. … The Portuguese there, on the contrary, tell me how vast the Congo is, and how it is so thickly popu­lated that it seems as if no slave has ever left.”

Due to his efforts to reign in the activities of the Portuguese slave traders, an attempt was made to assassinate him. It was unsuccessful. However, when he sent 10 of his young nephews and grandsons to Lisbon to study, they were captured en route and sold off as slaves in Brazil.
In the meantime, the slave trade went on turning wide swaths of the once populous kingdom into wastelands as countless people died in war or as they marched to the slave forts or fled the advance of the raiders. One can imagine how the livelihood of millions all over sub-Saharan Africa was destroyed in this fashion.
After the death of Affonso in 1542 or 1543, the power of the Congo continued to decline until it finally became a colony of Belgium in the 1800s and furthered suffered under the atrocities of King Leopold.

Thus we see how the trade in slaves morphed from its small beginnings into a terrible institution that the locals could hardly control.

By all measures, the trade had a huge impact in reshaping the continent. Quoting from a paper by the economist Nathan Nunn from 2017:
“The evidence suggests that it (the slave trade) has affected a wide range of important outcomes, including economic prosperity, ethnic diversity, institutional quality, the prevalence of conflict, the prevalence of HIV, trust levels, female labor force participation rates, and the practice of polygyny. Thus, the slave trades appear to have played an important role in shaping the fabric of African society today.”

In spite of all the evidence a lot of people, even smart and well-meaning Africans and African-Americans, seek to discount the impact of this holocaust on our continent. Some even blame it all on Africans. Even the publisher, McGraw Hill in a World Geography book had this sentence: “The Atlantic Slave Trade between the 1500s and 1800s brought millions of workers from Africa to the southern United States to work on agricultural plantations.”

The slave trade has been over for ages but Africans and blacks in the Americas and even Europe have to live with the consequences. The least that part of the world that benefited most from the trade can do is study the heinous practice and the circumstances that led to it, learn from it and seek to help those whose lives are affected by the consequence of this practice to overcome the impediments that litter their way.
By studying the slave trade widely, we Africans get to understand some of the socio-pathology that plague our societies and can find ways to combat and change them.
We need to that to understand who we are. Like Charles Siefert’s wrote in his 1938 pamphlet, “The Negro’s or Ethiopian’s Contribution to Art”:
“A Race without the knowledge of its history is like a tree without roots.”

References:

Hochschild, Adam. King Leopold’s Ghost: a Story of Greed, Terror, and Heroism in Colonial Africa. Pan Books, 2012.

Nunn, Nathan. “Understanding the long-run effects of Africa’s slave trades” from “The Long Economic and Political Shadow of History, Volume 2”
by Stelios Michalopoulos, Elias Papaioannou. A VoxEU eBook. 14 February 2017.

Is There Really No Love?

I just finished two episodes of Christiane Amanpour’s “Love and Sex Around the World” on CNN and all I can say is “Wow!”
It only further reinforces my argument that we Africans need to tell our own stories and should never let any Westerner do that for us. They hardly ever get it right. For some unknown reason, they can never reach the true essence of our story and the great Amanpour was no different.
Having the chance to see the episode she shot in Shanghai, China before watching the one she filmed in Ghana allowed me to compare and contrast how she told the stories of two very different cultures regarding love and sex.
In the Shanghai episode, she started off by explaining how the conservative and rather emotionless nature of the Chinese society greatly affects love and sex. She then went on to weave her story around that central theme and a very humanistic way. She succeeded even in making the perpetuators of these rigid cultural practices look good and acceptable.
The episode from Accra followed the Shanghai one. Ms. Amanpour opened by describing Ghana as “one of the most religious countries in the world”. While that could be true, it is not the true basis of why love and sex are seen and practiced the way they are in Ghana.
However, it is from this background that she went ahead and painted Ghanaian men as hypocrites who hide behind the religion to practice infidelity and oppress their women.

A much more fitting background would have been what a friend suggested:
“A society struggling with two opposing cultures – the monogamous dictates of Christianity and our long-lived culture of polygamy”.
Based on such a background, the words of the older businesswoman she interviewed later in the show makes sense:
“Love is love. As love means in your country, love means the same thing in our country. As the man wants to be with one wife, the love has to be shared”.
Those words are almost an ode to polygamy and the old way of life.
Without that background, then Moesha’s statement at the end of her segment carries the hour and the narrative: “I don’t think true love works in Ghana”.
It is however on this latter statement by Ms. Boudong that the whole documentary comes to rest. And thus she goes on to depict Ghanaian men as selfish, hypocritical, sex-obsessed male chauvinist neanderthals!
Truth be told, some Ghanaian men may fit that bill but there are also a lot of men trying to do right by their wives.
She even throws in the Trokosi culture to further sink us into that pit of depravity.

Ghana, like most other places, has its faults as well as strengths. The way of life of the people, like most places in Africa, is subject to a culture that often is a blend of a traditional and the colonial. These cultures are frequently not complimentary and are at loggerheads with each other. Thus the dictates of a traditional polygamous culture clash with the demands of Christianity.
In telling the Ghanaian or African story, it is always important to tease out these nuances in order to give a close-to-true representation of the reality. Failure to appreciate these nuances often leads to the rather negative depiction of the African and in Ms. Amanpour’s case, the Ghanaian.

Human behavior is a very difficult thing to change. Thus the southern states in the US still struggle with the history of slavery and the Arab nations struggle to afford women equal rights. Is it any surprise that Ghanaian men struggle to get over a long history of polygamy?

Do not get me wrong. I am in no way condoning infidelity or polygamy. All I am saying is if one wants to explore sex and love in a nation with a long culture of polygamy; a country now trying to adapt to a one of monogamy, an explanation of the background helps to tell the true story. That will also allow the story to be told of the men who have successfully made the transition and respect a monogamous liaison. That will help tell the story of women who are in such marriages and relationships and how they see love and sex. After all, they are Ghanaians too.

In that, Ms. Amanpour failed. In that, like most Western journalists, she failed to appreciate the nuances of our land and ended up doing what the western media does best – portraying us in a negative light.
In Shanghai, China, she was able to do that. Why could she not do that in Accra, Ghana? Is it because she did not take the time to understand our culture and is it because she could not appreciate our humanity?
Whatever the reason, the fact remains – we need to tell our own stories!
It is time!

It is Time

May I rant?

“Sex & Love Around the World” is a documentary on love and sex by the award-winning journalist, Christiane Amanpour. It premieres this coming Saturday on CNN.
Like she said in an interview, “From Berlin to Beirut, Tokyo to New Delhi, Accra to Shanghai, everywhere I looked I found people seeking — and craving — love, intimacy and sexual fulfillment. My quest took me to women and girls, who we so often dismiss as only victims of our patriarchal, misogynistic, hypersexualized culture, who were boldly seizing every opportunity for satisfaction and personal pleasure. I also found their evil downside: sexless marriages, industrial-scale infidelity, and loneliness.”

Go to the page on the CNN website that has been created for the documentary. One sees the thumbnails and can watch clips of the different episodes she shot around the world. Now compare the themes she addressed in Ghana versus other places outside the African continent.
It is rather evident that in Ghana, she chose to address negative themes like polygamy and infidelity.
In Lebanon she addresses divorce, she looks at love and intimacy among Arab refugees, she tackles transgender issues in India, in Japan she touches on the meaning of phrases like “Thank You” and “I love you”… but in Ghana, she grabs onto infidelity.

Now, why would she do that?
It is not like Ghana is the only place in the world afflicted with the scourge of infidelity or we have the most polygamous relationships. I can think of three countries in Asia and two in Africa that are way ahead of us in that category.
I have an inkling as to why.
It is the reason “National Geographic” apologized to people of color people a few weeks ago. It is the reason why we Africans are always depicted as irrational buffoons without an iota of character wallowing in the pits of our shitholes.
It is because, in her eyes, we Africans do not know love and sex for us is just a barbaric affair of taking the opposite sex. So why would she waste her time discussing things like “The rising and confident African feminists” or “Juggling sex, family and work in Ghana”.
No! That would be too human for us apes!
What do we know about love anyway?
So in Ghana, she looked for the “…evil downside: sexless marriages, industrial-scale infidelity, and loneliness.”
I do not blame her though.

I blame a continent that cannot tell its own story and has the myths and traditions of other places foisted on it.
Yet, we have such a rich story to tell – of pain, glory, defeat, perseverance, betrayal, yes, love, sex, polygamy, and death. We have it all.

Come this weekend, Ms. Amanpour is going to show the world a young Ghanaian lady telling everyone how she sleeps with married men for money. Or the older woman talking about sharing her husband. Or the man worried about keeping his wife if he goes broke.
Ms. Amanpour will paint Ghana with the colors of infidelity, polygamy, and deceit. And the world will gasp and have their misgivings about those shitholers confirmed. She may even win awards.
Through all that, no one will hear of the three young ladies who recently made it to Ivy League schools from Ghana, the young women building their own businesses, those fighting for equality for women, those dying from childbirth, those working hard to take kids through school.
No one will hear those stories. Of their love and sex lives. Then, you see, that will make us human, give us character and defeat the narrative. Now, who wants that?
Well, we do! We Ghanaians do! We Africans do!

Yet I do not despair. Such lopsided reportages will only help harden our resolve on this dark continent that is time. Time to make and tell our story with the nuances only a life nourished by a spirit birthed from pain, joy, hope and resolve allows. Nuances that are baked in the sun that burns brightly over the Equator. It is time!