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Discrimination; a social canker
In the cause of ups and downs, life has many unbalances and bias situations that have brought many to tight corners that is destroying the stages of progress and breeding dooms.
During a refracted form of peace and genuine thoughts, ideas and actions, the pressures of life has caused many to fall to the tricks of uncertainty and discrimination of every aspect of life.
There have been situations where people do not have the privilege to express their stands, feelings and support without biases although there is freedom of speech to everyone.
Man, in the wisdom of the creator was created without any form of indifference. Yet men opt to generate the root of differences amongst themselves without any form of sympathy but rather hardship and sorrows to their fellows.
The world now has the heart of wickedness that seems to bear and breed bitterness in the minds and hearts of many. The insecurity among fellow colleagues, friends and relatives is bleeding. Of which this has rooted into jealousy and aggressiveness for selfish gains and luxury.
When the weak cries, the powerful rides on it to greatness; our love for one another has no value nowadays which is causing more fear and panic in the world we live in.
At a point in time, one will no longer have the right to praise and cherish the good deeds achieved by their fellow members for transmission of success and morals but rather there will be silence and suffering that will take place in the bosom of the then Meek’s heart.
And when the piano wails for help, the horns and trumpets will sound the agony of pain, sorrow and bitterness that lead to hatred and dislike amongst our love. When this happens the strong then seem to zip the lips that play the sound from the horns and trumpets.
They rather compare the pains with rugs and broken jugs that cannot be mended and restored. Then the Meek who seems to be a lion fights bravely on the inside and sound like the “meow” of a cat on the outside.
And its strength is ridden upon as a horse that grows wings to fly above the sky without any discipline and principle. This tends to kill the ants that gather food for survival and dries up the blood of the mosquito that bites the body of man for survival.
If we do not take solid care of our actions toward preservation and perseverance, the ice cubes that were frozen and has been of great benefits shall lose its value of coldness that chills and cools the heart of pain.
Then the canker of discrimination shall grow its wings and fly like never before.
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By Berryvet Medenu
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Swallowed by the Sea! …Keta’s coastal lines, landmarks, efforts to preserve heritage
The Atlantic Ocean is no longer a distant blue horizon for the people of Keta.
It now circles around their doorsteps, uninvited, unrelenting, pulling down walls and other structures, erasing memories, and threatening lives.
Hovering precariously between the restless sea and the Keta Lagoon, this once-thriving coastal town is slowly being obliterated.
Salt water has become both a physical and metaphorical threat, dissolving the town’s past as fast as it claims its future.
Madam Aku Atitso, 62, lives in a crumbling former Prisons Service quarters – one of the few structures still standing on the eroded stretch of Queen Street.
She sits quietly at the entrance, preparing a modest breakfast for herself and her granddaughter.
The air is thick with salt and silence. “The sea took everything,” she says softly. “My husband’s nets, our mattress, our memories all gone overnight.” Her voice trembles. “This place too is dying. But it’s the last place with a roof over my head.”
A few metres away, Aunty Esinam, 79, watches the sea from a low stool beside a wooden shelter. Her eyes do not blink. “That spot,” she points, “used to be someone’s living room, a whole family lived there”.
It’s not just homes that are vanishing. Landmarks that anchored Keta’s cultural identity are disappearing one after another. The once-imposing Fort Prinzenstein, a haunting relic of the transatlantic slave trade is now more of a ruin than a monument.
the encroaching waters along Keta’s
coast.
encroaching waters along Keta’s coast
The colonial-era Bremen factory, the old cinema where generations of children once laughed at flickering black-and-white films is also gone.
Queen Street, once the town’s bustling backbone, is now a watery corridor choked with debris.
Standing atop a section of the sea defence wall, 69-year-old retired teacher Efo Kwasi Agbeko surveys what remains.
“The first police station is mostly gone,” he says, gesturing part of the building stuck in the sea sand, only ruins and a few rooms remain.
“This town is fighting, but the sea is winning,” he said.
Even the Cape St. Paul Lighthouse, Keta’s historic sentinel, leans perilously toward the water, and fishermen say holes in the shore are opening more frequently, sometimes every week.
That leaves a thick cloud of uncertainty hanging around the historic town of Keta.
Once upon a time, it was a vibrant town noted for business but currently left with ruins with a few of the residents watching in awe the sea’s devastation.
From: Geoffrey Kwame Buta, Keta, Volta Region
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Ghanaians climax Easter with fun-filled activities
Christians around the world and other faith based groups last Monday climaxed the Easter celebration with a number of fun-filled outdoor and indoor activities.
With streets empty, fun seekers stormed church premises where picnics were held while others partied in many ways.
Others spent the day at the various beaches and music and film shows occupying the others.
velleyball competition
at the Laboma Beach
Church in Tema Community 8 engaged
in a number of activities including the
popular draught competition
At the churches, participants engaged in bible reading, football, volleyball, playing cards, table tennis, horse racing, bouncing castles, swimming and oware.
one of the picnic venues
Others played ludo, tag of war, lime and spoon, draught, music competitions among others.
The Spectator captured some of the exciting scenes around Accra-Tema for the benefit of readers.
Story & pictures by Victor A. Buxton
