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One can’t help but burst into laughter when the ‘local’ news is being read. Aside beating about the bush, some of the facts are adulterated. Very!

The news items are presented with no emotions attached and you wonder if that’s what ‘local’ is actually meant to be.

Global, not local standard!

Fact is, many of us ‘professionals’ (not only broadcasters though) perform our duties with no global touch at all; not even one. “This is GH!” would be spewed in your face. I didn’t make mention of any missing baby oo.

You and I knew Komla Afeke Dumor was going to be a ‘thing’ considering how he went about his duties even here in GH; he had the bigger picture in mind. He was only rehearsing on the ‘local’ stage, and I wish we all would dare do same in our various professions. And… what a world our GH would have been!
Proper Preparation;
Perfect Performance

“The worst tragedy,” it is said, “is not death but opportunity knocking at the door of an unprepared person.” I know how badly most of us, young and old alike, would want to be the talk of town sooner or later. Of course, we want to make it!

Most of our youth only end up frustrated with their ‘wishful’ thoughts because they are not ready to prepare for those opportunities, which definitely would always come.

Volunteerism is not in their dictionaries. They want to start their first jobs in a plush, heavily-decorated office strutting all over the place in tightly-fixed ties. Hello! It happens in the movie theatres. GH is not a movie stage!

The Komla we all are admiring today was the same Komla of yesterday who paid his dues under the scorching sun on the streets of Accra all in the name of something he was referring to as his passion. He loved it even though his remuneration (even if there was one) then would have only been a pittance.

He had one thing in mind- proper preparation! I wish every young person would have the genius in their inside spurred on by this. Truth is, no sane employer would let an ‘experienceless’ dude be at the helm of affairs in their sweat-built firms. However, preparation is experience enough!

If you are still at home as an unemployed graduate (how that title thrills me!) waiting to be a ‘boss’ overnight, I guess you can contact the movies- that’s where it does happen!

No risk, no reward!

Life has no place for the timid. Should every great thing come on a silver platter, all men would have been great. Life has a place for those who go the extra mile of risking something others wouldn’t- then the reward comes.

If our nation wants to be great, there should be a risk taken. If anyone would want to chart that path, too, they ought to do same. It’s worth risking something (wisely though) and losing than saving it and remaining same.

Komla Afeke Dumor, the achiever, took the risk of investing where he hadn’t been formally trained; and he didn’t lose after all. The secret in this life is that risk takers are always the gainers! Where little men fear to tread, great men rush in.

Life is meant to be lived just once; it ought to be lived best. Life is never unfair. It gives everyone the opportunity to be great, that is, if they are willing to take the risk of being great. Food for thought.
Haunted me, taunted you

Sleep is still taunting my eyes but I am not giving in this soon. I dream of one day being an achiever like Torgbui Komla. If I get to bed, I would be haunted by him to get back to work. It’s my desire to leave a legacy in my beloved homeland and I know it is yours, too.

So… you see why Komla’s ghost haunts (and taunts) you, too? I know it haunts every well- meaning Ghanaian out there on our streets who truly wants to be ‘independent’. As a matter of fact, it haunts the entire nation.

The GH that would someday be someone’s ‘abrokyire’ is what you and I can make it today. We can build a nation that promises a great fortune to whoever passes through. Yes, we can, too!

The ‘abrokyire’ over which our compatriots literally call for their own heads was so made by the ideas of like men. As I try to take a nap, my prayer is, “Komla, kindly haunt our youth who so badly want to go into exile… wherever they may be hiding. Amen!”
Source: Kobina Amoa Ansah

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