Lanre has an important meeting, Esiaba is caught up in traffic, Nana Yaa is trying to get through Lanre and Naa is finally getting married. Missed Episode 1? Here's a recap on http//:ghblessed.blogspot.com/2016/08/hi-cherished-changers-of-the-status-quo_17.html?m=1
The blues continue with:
EPISODE 2
When Esiaba saw the neatly dressed but tired looking socks seller, she remembered that her 15 year old son had been pestering her for those new colorful socks that seemed to be in vogue now. Her son just had a way of being stubbornly persistent, but it was one thing she loved about him. She honked her horn one more time before she saw the seller running as fast as he could towards the car.
"Good afternoon, Madam", he said, trying to catch his breath.
"Hello. How much does a set of your socks cost?"
As they talked the price out, Esiaba realised how well spoken the seller was. Before she drove off, she asked him his name.
"John please. John Owusu. John the Great!", he grinned broadly.
"Keep the change okay?", Esiaba responded.
"Thank you Madam!", John responded excitedly. Today was one of those blessed days for John when he came across a rare person who seemed at least a bit concerned about his welfare. Should he use the money, at least some of it, to buy his favourite Kofi Brokeman, or he should save it and go hungry? As he debated with himself, he barely heard Esiaba as she said "Don't mention it. God loves you."....
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Lanre saw the last member of the delegation off, after the meeting had come to an unfruitful conclusion. This man had tried to slip "something small" into Lanre's palm, but he had politely refused. This job got quite tiring at times, and even felt a bit insulting occasionally, as all kinds of people thought they could just buy their way through the system. Everyone just wanted the easy way out these days, something Lanre knew didn't always pay off. Before he could take a trip down memory lane, his phone rang again....
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"Finally, ConnecTel has decided to behave!", Nana Yaa said jubilantly just before Lanre answered the phone. She and Lanre had met in Junior Secondary School and had been good friends since then, even at a time most of her mates avoided Lanre because he seemed too "weird and reserved." Over the years, he had risen through the ranks and had become sought-after in the Employment and Human Resource sector. Of late, they talked more often than usual due to some growing suspicions Lanre had begun to have about his secretariat.
"Hello, Nana Yaa, are you there?"
"Ei Lanre, sorry oh..."
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Naa Aku Quartey was just too excited. The moment she had been waiting for was almost here, and she was going to be a wife, and soon hopefully, a mother. Nii had done his best to secure a well paying job and was finally ready to take the next step. They hadn't paid attention to their meddling friends and even family, who kept asking when these two were finally getting married. "Observers are always worried!", Naa chuckled to herself as she surfed the Internet for possible wedding venues. These days weddings had become more of a social competition but she had made up her mind to keep things simple. "Hmmmm", she murmured absent-mindedly when she remembered her friend Dede, who had had a smashing wedding but was unfortunately divorced a few years later. The guy had turned out to be "Something Different" as Dede had put it. They had courted for just two months, and despite warnings to get to know each other more, Dede and 'her man' as she proudly called him quickly got hitched before she began to see him for who he truly was... A handsome wife beater.
Her mood being almost ruined by her thoughts, Naa picked up her phone to check on Dede....
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Dede Quanson was always grateful to see Naa Aku's name flash across her phone screen. She had been one of the few people who still constantly stayed in touch, even after the divorce. Dede had been the victim in her marriage, but that did nothing to change how people had treated her, even in church, as if she deserved what she got. Her marriage had left her bitter, but she had at least gotten a beautiful gift out of it, her daughter Safoa.
She had resorted to writing and had developed a budding blog over the past year. "That reminds me.. I haven't posted anything in quite a while." She said to herself, jumping off her couch to get a pen and paper. Just before she could put her new post title down, the lights went off. "This dumsor again!" She exclaimed, trying to find her way through the dark when her neighbour's loud generator broke the silence. She almost didn't hear the loud bang on her gate....
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*Esiaba's kindness to John the Great reminds us of the beauty in helping others, and also looking for opportunities, no matter how ordinary to be a reminder of God's love. When was the last time we showed kindness to someone we knew couldn't repay us?
*Lanre, despite his position, refused the bribe that was being given to him. Have you faced a similar situation? How did you deal with it?
*Nana Yaa had decided to be a friend to Lanre, even when most people didn't want to. How does this influence the way we treat others?
*Naa Aku wanted a simple ceremony, despite the new social trends. What are some of the trends that have arisen in society, and how have we been changers of the status quo?
*Dede Quanson had almost no support, even in the church. Have you had any similar experience? Have you passed up the opportunity to lend a listening ear to someone everyone else seems to have written off?
*Out of Dede's experience came a daughter and a blog. Have you identified any blessings that came out of any unpleasant situation you faced?
Let's get talking, and practicalise the idea of Changing the Status Quo together!
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Friday 26 August 2016
Wednesday 17 August 2016
# GHANA MAN BLUES
Hi, cherished Changers of the Status Quo!
The Changing the Status Quo train is back on track, and has been boarded by some new members this time around, with whom we'll get acquainted with over the next few weeks. Sit back, enjoy and of course, please don't forget to let me know what you think!
# GHANA MAN BLUES
EPISODE 1
"Kofi! Get here right now!", a loud voice boomed from behind the office door.
"This man again!", Kofi Wilson grunted under his breath."A minute, Sir!", he responded.
Kofi had been working at the National Employment Allocation Scheme (N.E.A.S.) for about a year now, and was almost fed up with the monotonous nature of his job. He had expected to gain some little experience in the Human Resource field, at least before looking elsewhere for a job, but had ended up just basically running errands. A loud bang on the door broke his train from thought...
"I thought I called you?", Mr. Lanre Adesodzi asked with obvious irritation.
" Sorry about that, Sir", Kofi quickly apologised. "I wanted to finish up with sealing the letters you gave me yesterday, so I could bring them along to your office."
"Very well.", Lanre responded, looking placated. "There's an emergency meeting here at 1pm. We need to prepare. The delegation may walk in soon."
"Sir, by 1pm, do you mean 11am or 3pm Ghana man time? "
" Silly boy! ", Lanre smiled subtly, giving Kofi a light knock on the head as he sauntered out of the office.
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" Accra traffic can be so sickening", Esiaba muttered to herself as she tapped impatiently on her steering wheel. The traffic lights at the busy Royal Gold Coast high street intersection had gone off again, and what should have been a quick drive to the N.E.A.S. Secretariat had become a tough battle of whose car was the biggest and the fastest. Some young men had taken on the temporary job of traffic warden, but nobody seemed to be paying any attention to them.
"At this rate, Fiifi would have to go and pick up the kids.", Esiaba concluded. She picked up her phone to dial her husband's number when she spotted a police man walking towards her car.
"But where did this man too come from?" Esiaba wondered. "Here we go again. These guys never appear when you need them." She rolled down her window and smiled sweetly. "Good afternoon Officer..."
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" Johnnie Johnnie! "
" Call me John the Great! "
John Owusu wiped his face with his already wet face towel, as he waved back at the taxi driver who had just shouted his name. John's dream to complete secondary school and move on to a higher level of education had been shattered when his only uncle who seemed to care about him, passed away about a year ago. He had been forced to grow ten years older since then, and had resorted to selling colourful socks and shoes for a living. It did not bring in much money, but it at least put a hot meal in his belly twice a day.
"I definitely have to break camp and advance soon chale.", John lamented to himself.
" Hey, shoe seller, can't you hear someone blowing the horn at you?", an iced water seller yelled sullenly at him.
"Back to work!", John encouraged himself as he gathered all the tactics he had seen the famous Jamaican runner, Usain Bolt, display in his race the previous week, and ran hurriedly towards the huge V8 that had parked at the nearby street.
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"The ConnecTel number you have dialled, cannot be reached at the moment. Please try..... "
Nana Yaa pressed the disconnect key before that irritating automated voice chimed a second time.
" I just spoke to this guy, and now you're telling me his phone is off?", she said exasperatedly to the phone, as if the helpless phone could defend itself.
Just before she could dial Lanre's number again, her phone rang. She quickly answered it before here loud "God bless our homeland Ghana.." ring tone disturbed the serene atmosphere of the hotel reception she was waiting at to meet her friends.
"Nana Yaa!", her long time friend, Naa Aku Quartey, shrieked excitedly when Nana Yaa answered the call. "Nii proposed!...."
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*Which of the characters do you most identify with?
*Are any of the situations talked about, similar to any you may have faced before? How did you deal with it?
*Is there any lesson that could be lived out in our quest to change the status quo?
See you next week!
The Changing the Status Quo train is back on track, and has been boarded by some new members this time around, with whom we'll get acquainted with over the next few weeks. Sit back, enjoy and of course, please don't forget to let me know what you think!
# GHANA MAN BLUES
EPISODE 1
"Kofi! Get here right now!", a loud voice boomed from behind the office door.
"This man again!", Kofi Wilson grunted under his breath."A minute, Sir!", he responded.
Kofi had been working at the National Employment Allocation Scheme (N.E.A.S.) for about a year now, and was almost fed up with the monotonous nature of his job. He had expected to gain some little experience in the Human Resource field, at least before looking elsewhere for a job, but had ended up just basically running errands. A loud bang on the door broke his train from thought...
"I thought I called you?", Mr. Lanre Adesodzi asked with obvious irritation.
" Sorry about that, Sir", Kofi quickly apologised. "I wanted to finish up with sealing the letters you gave me yesterday, so I could bring them along to your office."
"Very well.", Lanre responded, looking placated. "There's an emergency meeting here at 1pm. We need to prepare. The delegation may walk in soon."
"Sir, by 1pm, do you mean 11am or 3pm Ghana man time? "
" Silly boy! ", Lanre smiled subtly, giving Kofi a light knock on the head as he sauntered out of the office.
****************************************************************************************************
" Accra traffic can be so sickening", Esiaba muttered to herself as she tapped impatiently on her steering wheel. The traffic lights at the busy Royal Gold Coast high street intersection had gone off again, and what should have been a quick drive to the N.E.A.S. Secretariat had become a tough battle of whose car was the biggest and the fastest. Some young men had taken on the temporary job of traffic warden, but nobody seemed to be paying any attention to them.
"At this rate, Fiifi would have to go and pick up the kids.", Esiaba concluded. She picked up her phone to dial her husband's number when she spotted a police man walking towards her car.
"But where did this man too come from?" Esiaba wondered. "Here we go again. These guys never appear when you need them." She rolled down her window and smiled sweetly. "Good afternoon Officer..."
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" Johnnie Johnnie! "
" Call me John the Great! "
John Owusu wiped his face with his already wet face towel, as he waved back at the taxi driver who had just shouted his name. John's dream to complete secondary school and move on to a higher level of education had been shattered when his only uncle who seemed to care about him, passed away about a year ago. He had been forced to grow ten years older since then, and had resorted to selling colourful socks and shoes for a living. It did not bring in much money, but it at least put a hot meal in his belly twice a day.
"I definitely have to break camp and advance soon chale.", John lamented to himself.
" Hey, shoe seller, can't you hear someone blowing the horn at you?", an iced water seller yelled sullenly at him.
"Back to work!", John encouraged himself as he gathered all the tactics he had seen the famous Jamaican runner, Usain Bolt, display in his race the previous week, and ran hurriedly towards the huge V8 that had parked at the nearby street.
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"The ConnecTel number you have dialled, cannot be reached at the moment. Please try..... "
Nana Yaa pressed the disconnect key before that irritating automated voice chimed a second time.
" I just spoke to this guy, and now you're telling me his phone is off?", she said exasperatedly to the phone, as if the helpless phone could defend itself.
Just before she could dial Lanre's number again, her phone rang. She quickly answered it before here loud "God bless our homeland Ghana.." ring tone disturbed the serene atmosphere of the hotel reception she was waiting at to meet her friends.
"Nana Yaa!", her long time friend, Naa Aku Quartey, shrieked excitedly when Nana Yaa answered the call. "Nii proposed!...."
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*Which of the characters do you most identify with?
*Are any of the situations talked about, similar to any you may have faced before? How did you deal with it?
*Is there any lesson that could be lived out in our quest to change the status quo?
See you next week!
# GHANA MAN BLUES
Hi, cherished Changers of the Status Quo!
The Changing the Status Quo train is back on track, and has been boarded by some new members this time around, with whom we'll get acquainted with over the next few weeks. Sit back, enjoy and of course, please don't forget to let me know what you think!
# GHANA MAN BLUES
EPISODE 1
"Kofi! Get here right now!", a loud voice boomed from behind the office door.
"This man again! ", Kofi Wilson grunted under his breath." A minute, Sir! ", he responded.
Kofi had been working at the National Employment Allocation Scheme (N.E.A.S.) for about a year now, and was almost fed up with the monotonous nature of his job. He had expected to gain some little experience in the Human Resource field, at least before looking elsewhere for a job, but had ended up just basically running errands. A loud bang on the door broke his train of thought...
"I thought I called you? ", Mr. Lanre Adesodzi asked with obvious irritation.
" Sorry about that, Sir", Kofi quickly apologised. "I wanted to finish up with the sealing of the letters you gave me yesterday, so I could bring them along to your office."
"Very well.", Lanre responded, looking placated. "There's an emergency meeting here at 1pm. We need to prepare. The delegation may walk in soon."
"Sir, by 1pm, do you mean 11am or 3pm Ghana man time? "
" Silly boy! ", Lanre smiled subtly, giving Kofi a light knock on the head as he sauntered out of the office.
****************************************************************************************************
" Accra traffic can be so sickening", Esiaba Danquah muttered to herself as she tapped impatiently on her steering wheel. The traffic lights at the busy Royal Gold Coast high street intersection had gone off again, and what should have been a quick drive to the N.E.A.S. Secretariat had become a tough battle of whose car was the biggest and the fastest. Some young men had taken on the temporary job of traffic warden, but nobody seemed to be paying any attention to them.
"At this rate, Fiifi would have to go and pick up the kids.", Esiaba concluded. She picked up her phone to dial her husband's number when she spotted a police man walking towards her car.
"But where did this man too come from?" Esiaba wondered. "Here we go again. These guys never appear when you need them." She rolled down her window and smiled sweetly. "Good afternoon Officer"........
****************************************************************************************************
" Johnnie Johnnie! "
" Call me John the Great! "
John Owusu wiped his face with his already wet face towel, as he waved back at the taxi driver who had just shouted his name. John's dream to complete secondary school and move on to a higher level of education had been shattered when his only uncle who seemed to care about him, passed away about a year ago. He had aged about five years since then, and had resorted to selling colourful socks and shoes for a living. It did not bring in much money, but it at least put a hot meal in his belly twice a day.
"I definitely have to break camp and advance soon chale. ", John lamented to himself.
" Hey, shoe seller, can't you hear someone blowing the horn at you? ", an iced water seller yelled sullenly at him.
"Back to work!", John encouraged himself as he gathered all the tactics he had seen the famous Jamaican runner, Usain Bolt, display in his race the previous week, and ran hurriedly towards the huge V8 that had parked at the nearby street.
****************************************************************************************************
"The ConnecTel number you have dialled, cannot be reached at the moment. Please try..... "
Nana Yaa pressed the disconnect key before that irritating automated voice chimed a second time.
" I just spoke to this guy, and now you're telling me his phone is off?", she said exasperatedly to the phone, as if the helpless phone could defend itself.
Just before she could dial Lanre's number again, her phone rang. She quickly answered it before her loud "God bless our homeland Ghana.." ring tone disturbed the serene atmosphere of the hotel where she was waiting to meet her friends.
"Nana Yaa!", her long time friend, Naa Aku Quartey, shrieked excitedly when Nana Yaa answered the call. "Nii proposed!...."
****************************************************************************************************
*Which of the characters do you most identify with?
*Are any of the situations talked about, similar to any you may have faced before? How did you deal with it?
*Is there any lesson that could be lived out in our quest to change the status quo?
See you next week!
The Changing the Status Quo train is back on track, and has been boarded by some new members this time around, with whom we'll get acquainted with over the next few weeks. Sit back, enjoy and of course, please don't forget to let me know what you think!
# GHANA MAN BLUES
EPISODE 1
"Kofi! Get here right now!", a loud voice boomed from behind the office door.
"This man again! ", Kofi Wilson grunted under his breath." A minute, Sir! ", he responded.
Kofi had been working at the National Employment Allocation Scheme (N.E.A.S.) for about a year now, and was almost fed up with the monotonous nature of his job. He had expected to gain some little experience in the Human Resource field, at least before looking elsewhere for a job, but had ended up just basically running errands. A loud bang on the door broke his train of thought...
"I thought I called you? ", Mr. Lanre Adesodzi asked with obvious irritation.
" Sorry about that, Sir", Kofi quickly apologised. "I wanted to finish up with the sealing of the letters you gave me yesterday, so I could bring them along to your office."
"Very well.", Lanre responded, looking placated. "There's an emergency meeting here at 1pm. We need to prepare. The delegation may walk in soon."
"Sir, by 1pm, do you mean 11am or 3pm Ghana man time? "
" Silly boy! ", Lanre smiled subtly, giving Kofi a light knock on the head as he sauntered out of the office.
****************************************************************************************************
" Accra traffic can be so sickening", Esiaba Danquah muttered to herself as she tapped impatiently on her steering wheel. The traffic lights at the busy Royal Gold Coast high street intersection had gone off again, and what should have been a quick drive to the N.E.A.S. Secretariat had become a tough battle of whose car was the biggest and the fastest. Some young men had taken on the temporary job of traffic warden, but nobody seemed to be paying any attention to them.
"At this rate, Fiifi would have to go and pick up the kids.", Esiaba concluded. She picked up her phone to dial her husband's number when she spotted a police man walking towards her car.
"But where did this man too come from?" Esiaba wondered. "Here we go again. These guys never appear when you need them." She rolled down her window and smiled sweetly. "Good afternoon Officer"........
****************************************************************************************************
" Johnnie Johnnie! "
" Call me John the Great! "
John Owusu wiped his face with his already wet face towel, as he waved back at the taxi driver who had just shouted his name. John's dream to complete secondary school and move on to a higher level of education had been shattered when his only uncle who seemed to care about him, passed away about a year ago. He had aged about five years since then, and had resorted to selling colourful socks and shoes for a living. It did not bring in much money, but it at least put a hot meal in his belly twice a day.
"I definitely have to break camp and advance soon chale. ", John lamented to himself.
" Hey, shoe seller, can't you hear someone blowing the horn at you? ", an iced water seller yelled sullenly at him.
"Back to work!", John encouraged himself as he gathered all the tactics he had seen the famous Jamaican runner, Usain Bolt, display in his race the previous week, and ran hurriedly towards the huge V8 that had parked at the nearby street.
****************************************************************************************************
"The ConnecTel number you have dialled, cannot be reached at the moment. Please try..... "
Nana Yaa pressed the disconnect key before that irritating automated voice chimed a second time.
" I just spoke to this guy, and now you're telling me his phone is off?", she said exasperatedly to the phone, as if the helpless phone could defend itself.
Just before she could dial Lanre's number again, her phone rang. She quickly answered it before her loud "God bless our homeland Ghana.." ring tone disturbed the serene atmosphere of the hotel where she was waiting to meet her friends.
"Nana Yaa!", her long time friend, Naa Aku Quartey, shrieked excitedly when Nana Yaa answered the call. "Nii proposed!...."
****************************************************************************************************
*Which of the characters do you most identify with?
*Are any of the situations talked about, similar to any you may have faced before? How did you deal with it?
*Is there any lesson that could be lived out in our quest to change the status quo?
See you next week!
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