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MANASSEH’S FOLDER: Sarkodie and the synecdoche of Krobo women

When I saw headline on my Facebook newsfeed that suggested some Krobo youth were angry with one of Ghana’s best musicians, Sarkodie, I was curious. That curiosity led me to read the article.
 
The news said Sarkodie had suggested in his song that Krobo women were promiscuous. The reaction of the Krobo youth had sparked a social media storm, but I was careful not to comment or take sides until I listened to the song myself. And I did.

The song is titled “Jennifer Lomotey” and is performed by Kurl Songs and Sarkodie. It is not one of those hit songs that might merit one’s internet bundle or a radio DJ’s airtime. But there is a line in there that got the song the national attention it is currently receiving.

The line, in twi, says: “Krobo ni obaa papa a’ anwenee’ da ne sisi. Komfo Anokye de adwaman, abo’ no dua” to wit, “A nice Krobo woman with beads around her waist, who has been cursed with promiscuity by Komfo Anokye.”
We learnt in our basic school Social Studies that Komfo Anokye was a powerful traditional priest who conjured the Golden Stool for Asante Kingdom. The Golden Stool became the symbol of unity for the Asante people. The myths about Komfo Anokye are many. And so are the different versions or accounts of the same things he is credited with. For instance, there are different accounts of how he died, but like many folklores about aspects of African culture, such claims are often not questioned.

It is a virtue in our part of the world to be content with our world and the stories around us. Those who have lived long enough to know are very much aware that it is a vice to be curious and question what has been handed down to us from generation to generation.

One of the myths about Komfo Anokye is that he once cursed a Krobo woman with sexual immorality, and because of that spell, women from that ethnic group are promiscuous. Some people, till this day, hold that belief against Krobo women. That is the myth Sarkodie, magnified in this song.

Some have sought to contextualise his use of the word “adwaman.” In our everyday spoken Twi, the word is often used to mean fornication, adultery or sexual immorality in general. Whatever context the rapper may have intended is negated by his reference to Komfo Anokye’s spell. That makes it offensive.

But is it fair to brand the women of a particular ethnic group as adulterous or promiscuous because of a myth, which cannot be verified or proven? Certainly not!

There are decent women in every ethnic group. And there are promiscuous women in every ethnic group. In an era when we preach national cohesion, such barbaric and offensive ethnic prejudices and stereotypes should be consigned to the primitive era that glorified them. For this reason, Sarkodie’s lyrics ought to have been condemned with a unanimous chorus of disapproval, but that is not the case. I have read some comments and social media posts that rather blame the Krobo youth for making a case out of nothing.

Some people have said that Sarkodie did not refer to all Krobo women as promiscuous but only one of them. These people are either ignorant about figures of speech or they are being dishonest. Anyone who has attended senior high school in our republic must have done English Language. And that person may not have passed unless they mastered some basic terms in literature. One is often taught to distinguish the figures of speech from the parts of speech one studied in the basic school. There is a figure of speech called synecdoche. We were taught that this figure of speech is when “a part is made to represent the whole or vice versa.”

When you hear on the BBC that Beijin has improved its relationship with Moscow, the two cities are being used to represent China and Russia, respectively. In the same way, when Becca sings “African woman” she uses the story of one African woman to represent women of the 54 countries of our continent.

When we recently heard that one of our footballers, Sulley Ali Muntari, was racially abused by football fans in the Italian league, we did not care to ask exactly what the abuse was. We condemned the act and urged our government and football association to do same. We did not say the abuse was targeted at Sulley Muntari as an individual. He is black and we are black so we also felt insulted.

Some people have also suggested that the Krobo youth have no grounds to be angry because such issues are normal with Ghanaians and ethnic groups. Some people made reference to the recent Kumasi Mall trolling, which some people got angry because they felt it denigrated the image of the Asantes.

I have stated before and I will state it again that there are differences between ethnicity jokes and offensive ethnic prejudices and stereotypes.
We tease “the Number 9 people”, the Ewes, because we say they have a funny accent when they speak English. Not every Ewe speaks English like Doe Adzaho, but our plays and movie characters often have characters who speak the English Language in that funny way and they always bear Ewe names. In most of Uncle Ebo Whyte’s plays, there is always that character, who speaks English with the accent we attribute to Ewes. Everyone, including Ewes, often join in the laughter when the character storms the stage and says the first sentence.

There are 1001 jokes about Ewes and their love for cats as a delicacy. It is often said that if your cat is stolen, you should ask the Ewe nearby. These jokes are often woven around Efo, who steals people’s cats for light pepper soup.
Fantes and Gas are subjects of jokes relating to food, and the Fantes have extra jokes about them. We all may have heard about the “M’agya tu” joke in which the white colonialists placed one gun in a room full of captured Fantes and they asked permission from the gun to go ease themselves outside and came back to captivity. When I was growing up, there was a comedian called Waterproof who made a lot of jokes about ethnic groups, especially those from northern Ghana.

Atongo or Atia, who often represents people in the northern part of Ghana, is that character in local movies and concerts who speaks and acts in a certain way. The inability of some people in the north to speak Twi well, is a main feature in local movies and concerts. The late Nkomode played such a character in the Concert Party fame and that made him very popular apart from his comedy. When Nkomode’s master called him, he responded, “masha” instead of master. He was supposed to represent a particular people and how they spoke English. Like Asantes and their “r” and “l”, the Atinga and Efo characters often elicit laughter from the very people they are teasing.

Some specific ethnic groups take the ethnic jokes beyond light-heartedness and engage in “serious” exchanges that outsiders often consider too offensive. If one is not very conversant with their culture, one is likely to take sides and fight for their friends. The Gurune speaking people of the Upper East Region and the Dagaaba of the Upper West Region have these jokes.

During the recent vetting of ministers and deputy ministers I had to explain to someone who did not understand this and took Anthony Karbo on when he made some remarks about dog meat at his vetting. The Dagaaba claim we the Gurune people like dog meat and we have eaten all the dogs in our region. Beyond that, we call each other slaves.
When former Vice-President, Alhaji Aliu Mahama (a Dagomba), died, the Moshie people made their inter-ethnic relationship clear at the burial ceremony. These inter-ethnic relationships and jokes do not happen only in Ghana.
These are ethnic jokes that are common in our country and the ethnic groups don’t take offence. What Sarkodie has done is offensive. Let us not pretend that it is nothing and go on to suggest that those complaining have issues with complex. If someone said that your mother, sister or wife has been cursed with “adwaman”, I don’t think you will laugh about it.

He is a singer with national appeal. His fans, I believe, include Krobos. To the extent that a section of the society is offended by his lyrics, and justifiably so, the reasonable thing to do is to just apologise and move on. It will not take anything away from him.

The creative arts should be used to build our country and encourage social cohesion and unity. It can be used to criticise ethnic practices or beliefs that are inimical do development and infringe on human rights. But the Jeniffer Lomotey song is an unnecessary attack on the dignity of Krobo women and must be condemned without reservation.
 
The writer, Manasseh Azure Awuni, is a journalist with Joy 99.7 FM. He is the author of two books “Voice of Conscience” and “Letters to My Future Wife”.  His email address is azureachebe2@yahoo.com. The views expressed in this article are his personal opinions and do not reflect, in any form or shape, those of The Multimedia Group, where he works.
 
 

A nation ruled by adhocracy and inconsistency

Are we a modern nation?

Do we truly believe in our Constitution and the laws that flow from it? Are we equal before our laws?

Captain - now Major Mahama and Lance Corporal Robert Kumi-Ackah both died in the line of duty the same time. To say the least, we are treating them very differently. Do they deserve equal or similar treatment? What are the death benefits owed to the family of a soldier or policeman killed in the line of duty? In the US, these are clearly stated in the survivor's benefit guide

They include $100,000 accommodation for a year and burial cost of up to $8,000 in addition to insurance benefits that may vary. What is our equivalent of these benefits? Now, I am not suggesting that we can afford the same benefits in Ghana. I am asserting that there ought to be something guaranteed. If the two had survived and become permanently disabled, what would have been their benefits?

These are weighty questions but they are the tip of the iceberg.

About the time these gallant soldiers were dying, 67-year-old Madam Yednboka Keena was being stoned to death in Tindongo in the Upper East region of Ghana, for being a witch! Her death, which is not deemed sexy has received hardly any attention. Are all deaths not deaths? Are all citizens not citizens? Are the protections guaranteed to our citizens in Chapter 5 of our Constitution real?

Are we not obligated to protect the old and the weak equally with the young and powerful?
These inconsistencies and adhocracy have always been with us.

We give harsh sentences to fowl thieves and give a pass to judges who get sheep and money as bribes.

We give draconian sentences to cocoa smugglers and do nothing to those squandering our treasure at COCOBOD.
We react with revulsion at the murder of Major Mahama even as we celebrate those with the blood of other soldiers on their hands. On December 31, 1981, some patriots rose against 31st December and were gunned down while defending our constitution. The most famous amongst them, perhaps, was Major Akatiamah.

Has his sacrifice ever been acknowledged?Many others, like Captains Duah and Koufie were exiled and had careers destined for generalships ruined. They have never gotten justice and today, the criminals who took lives and ruined careers walk in our midst as honoured elders of our society. Some were even outraged at Captain Mahama's death.
We must reach back and give these people justice.

We must give the likes of Madam Keena justice. We must stop harassing the innocent in the death of Major Mahama. We should not follow his unjust death with unjust punishment.

And we must address the issue of death and disability benefits for our service members.
Former US Senator Hubert Humphrey was right, " A society should be judged by how it protects those in the shadows of life, the young, the sick, the elderly and the poor". Let us abandon ADHOCRACY and be a nation, truly under "Freedom and Justice " that protects the Madam Keenas and the poor fowl thieves who cannot afford lawyers while doing right by our service members.

As the wags will put it, "A nation that cannot grant equal justice to Majors Akatiamah and Mahama and the Madam Keenas of our world-- is that too a nation?"

By Arthur Kobina Kennedy

 

Why a new word in Ghana spells trouble

Every time we create a new word to describe a phenomenon here in Ghana, you can be sure we are in trouble. The newly popular word, "galamsey", is not exactly new but it was not a word in everyday use either.

Female spousal abuse; the wish of the angel of death

I saw her die. Her soul, at least. But her body lived, patched carelessly to her soul with a faint string. She howled in pain as the nurse attended to her wounds. She had seen this before- the nurse. More than she cared to admit. The wounds were a tad deeper every visit and she longed to put a cork on it.

Against her ethical values, she wished death on her, but I was too close.

Domestic violence has become fashionable in a very absurd sense. Characterised by the victims’ inability or blunt refusal to report offenders, the country is a long way off from finding a permanent solution to it.

As she moaned in pained, I watched in great fascination as the health worker pressed harder. As though the harder she pressed, the quicker the wounds would heal, leaving her with scars that would stay on longer than the one before it. The sores cut deep.

I watched, attentively, hoping this would be my last assignment.

In Ghana, as in many other developing countries, violence at home is considered a ‘family affair’. However, that should never be the case. Whether the victim is a defenceless child or an able bodied spouse, the constitution of Ghana makes it clear what should be done when an abusive pattern is formed or a single act occurs. No single act should be considered minor or trivial.

As was her wont, the nurse asked her a few questions as to how she sustained her injuries. Without a hint of honesty, she poured out her rehearsed lines of how she accidentally fell as she walked in the darkness of the home she shared with her husband for over a decade. The health worker took notes, expunging every ounce of sympathy she had accumulated for these patients over the years. Her pity had ran scarce.

In her past experience, the more she encouraged them to report the incidents to the police, the more tall tales they invented to excuse the actions of the offenders. This sickened her to the core.

I realised how trapped they both were. The healer and the victim. The former in an unending cycle of treating patients whose wounds ran deeper than the gaping holes of visible sores and the latter, wrangled in a salad of lies while her perpetrator ran free like the wind. I grinned at the irony.

The domestic violence act 732 of Ghana’s constitution not only encourages the victims to file complaints to the police, it also requires the police to (a) interview the parties and witnesses to the domestic violence including children. (g) Inform the victim of his or her rights and any services which may be available.

After the doctor prescribed the medication for her, she walked hurriedly towards the pharmacy to take her drugs, albeit in pain. The only disturbance on her mind being her inability to make it home in time to prepare supper for him. That only meant she would be back to this familiar place sooner than she expected. Nowhere in this same mind did she harbour a thought of going to the police. She dared not dream it.

The most common excuse of domestically abused spouses, especially women, is ‘the children.’

The welfare of their children superimposes their need for good health, conveniently ignoring the future of these children in the event of their death.

 The more studies conducted on the topic, the more gruesome truths are discovered. The motif that ran through all of these literature is the gospel of admitting to the violence and taking the next step towards the police to report it. Hundreds of women will never admit to violence because of shame and a hundred more live in denial because they have no other source of livelihood.

The nurse saw her leave and she longed to call her back and drag her by her broken arm to the police.

She reached the gates and stared for a brief moment at the sign that read ‘hospital’ and knew she’d be back by the morrow. Her soul remained on the hospital bed. Tonight she was going home with only a body that had numbed to the constant bludgeoning.

I stood there with her, rather disappointed that I had nothing to show for a day’s work.

The next time I’m pulled out of hades to escort another soul, I hope it is his.

Dark clouds over Burma Camp

Dark clouds hang over Burma Camp
A heavy windstorm has swept through this part of town
Taking away a son of this land
Trees, shedding green leaves
A comrade's blood has been shed.
Grief, disbelief anger have drowned our hearts

Dark clouds hang over Burma Camp
Stand tall, be strong ye comrades
Though a brother, our brother, a fine officer
A master of our noble calling,
Has been swept off the square.
A sword salutes no more

Dark clouds hang over Burma Camp.
We sacrifice blood and sweat for our motherland.
And our motherland gave us hate in return.
Our motherland dares spill our blood.
Shall we be cowed by a cowardly act?
Shall we coil in fear?
No, not that. Fear is not the master of our trade.
Neither is disquiet

Dark clouds hang over Burma Camp
A family sleeps in grief
No,
A family cannot sleep because of grief.
A wife, our wife, two kids
For what shall we tell thee?
For if he was fallen in battle,
The honour thereof will console thee.

A dark cloud hangs over Burma Camp
A company, a commander therein has fallen out
Now, we subordinates, superiors, ......comrades
Lie in wait .....
In wait...
Till when?
I don't know

Why won't we be poor? When create, loot and share is the new norm

Ghana is a nation where government workers of all shades (civil servants, public servants, politicians and even private business people) have discovered avenues of enriching themselves unashamedly to the extent that some have become dollar millionaires.

How Ghanaian leaders are easily induced by sex to do the unthinkable!

A few years ago, I published an article about how an Indian Corner Shop or Convenience Store owner in Peckham, a suburb of London, jokingly but derogatorily attempted to punch a Ghanaian customer called into his shop to purchase a few items including beers, in the stomach.

'Mini-maelstrom' to my opinion on Delta 8 release expected - Ace Ankomah

I fully expected the mini-maelstrom that my view on the discharge, not acquittal, of the Delta 8 (not the original Delta 13) would cause. As i somehow admitted, my heart and head fought over this matter. My heart wants somebody jailed for this, anybody. My head won when it finally got heart to stay at its place and stop pretending that it knows any law.