Wednesday, July 16, 2014

CLIMATE TERRORIST: Examining the role of Climate Change as root cause of Rising Terrorism in West Africa

The growing threat of Boko Haram and other violent extremists in West Africa has become a daily reality evidenced by bombings, kidnappings and horrible slaughter of innocents. Not only are they gaining sufficient roots but it is assuming a proportion and sophistication that far outpace the capabilities of conventional state security organisations to deal with them. From Kano to Gao , fundamentalist continue to unleash unjust and extreme interpretation of religion on civilians while weak, corrupt and inefficient governments struggle to provide sustainable protection for  them. Twice in a month, the leaders of ECOWAS have met in Accra to discuss among other things, the reality of terrorism as transnational and regional security problem.  Attention has been given to rising Islamist activities as a major cause. Others causes noted in countless literature include arms proliferation, weak governments and unsophisticated security apparatus to pre-empt and counter terrorist attacks. Some literatures even suggest that the rise terrorism in Africa is self-evident in our culture. That African culture is inundated by culture of violence that permeates the fabric of most African countries. Even though these reasons may hold true, they are largely immediate rather than root causes of terroris
Climate change and climate variability is the driver of terrorism in West Africa than anything else. Rising temperatures, shorter rainy seasons worsen by erratic rainfall and diminishing yields amplify completion for diminishing resources. In northern Nigeria where Bokko attacks and kidnappings are daily occurrences, rainfall reduced by 30% since the 1970s according to Imo Ekpoh in a 2011 study of climate variability in northern Nigeria.  With about 95% of agriculture in the region rain fed, a 30% reduction in rainfall exacerbated by persistent drought is a formula for disaster. Dry and lifeless land put more pressure on people. As livelihood sustainability become impossible they will look for ways out of their predicament, and when a cult leader or terrorist says, “Follow me”, they just might do so.
 Again climate change and climate variability accelerates environmental degradation as much as environmental degradation accelerates climate change.  Poor rainfall coupled with extreme weather events such storms and floods advances degradation of vegetation and consequently land cover and fertility. Reduced soil fertility directly impact for prices of foods and poverty in such an ecologically sensitive region. This is a straight sentence to poverty, deprivation and despair - excellent conditions for terrorist groups to cash in and recruit poorly educated individuals, to their sundry causes, people who are desperate to improve their lot in life.
In the final analysis, poverty, injustice, violent extremist and terrorism will continue to plague Africa in general and West Africa in particular for some time to come unless the root causes of diminishing resource, climate change and climate variability are addressed. Until West African leaders wake and adopt clear adaptation measures such as social protection and empowerment of the vulnerable. Some humanitarian efforts here, some military assistance there, some words condemning terrorist attacks, some words threatening large-scale military intervention, appear to be the extent of the West’s reaction, at least overtly, to the growing terrorist threat in West Africa. However, these act to reactionary rather than preventive.
While other nations can help, until all of West Africa’s leaders make a determined effort to mitigate the impacts of climate change, environmental degradation and build climate-resilient societies and economies, and improve social protection and justice, the region will continue serving as a breeding ground for terrorists.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

DINKO: GHANA; THE PREDICAMENT OF A SLEEPING GIANT

DINKO: GHANA; THE PREDICAMENT OF A SLEEPING GIANT: GHANA; THE PREDICAMENT OF A SLEEPING GIANT   We are living in a time where the spirits and hopes of our people hav e fallen. Cyn...

GHANA; THE PREDICAMENT OF A SLEEPING GIANT







GHANA; THE PREDICAMENT OF A SLEEPING GIANT
 
We are living in a time where the spirits and hopes of our people have fallen. Cynicism has found a dwelling place in our souls. Rising to meet the new challenge has deluded our courage. Holding to our values of commonality has tattered. And Black star of Africa has become dimmer than darkness in our backyards. Our youth have replaced zeal and creativity for peasant contentment and lush desire to satisfy personal comfort to the neglect collective progress. 
We are a selfish people not because we are pursuing individual interest but when we neglect our neighbors’. The youth are the representatives our future and progress. Whenever the representatives of the people loose morality, the downfall of a civilization becomes inevitable. Extreme partisanship deeply entangled in tribalism and selfishness has jettison nationalism from our hearts and in its place, greed and hatred. One’s success as a politician is dependent on how brutal and insulting you can be and not the happiness that he brings to humanity through development. The youth are satisfied to count the number toilets NGOs build as government achievement. Our leaders has surrendered and betrayed the reason why they are elected to ruthless international financial institutions that make money at the expense of the sweat of the Ghanaian worker. Economics has no meaning if it cannot ensure higher living standards and elimination of misery from our youth. History equally is meaningless if it cannot inspire our hearts to fix what is broken and build on what works. Science and technology has become a realm of speculation. Science must be the sharp knife that will cut the cord of poverty and build a solid economic foundation that propels our people into greater heights.
The youth is our greatest asset yet we have been socially cloned to accept the status quo. Sadly we have joined and are actually the main accomplice in our current toxic politics. Instead of educating the masses, our leaders exploit our ignorance to rule rather than govern. In this context, education seizes to be our schooling system that gives us nothing except turning us to memory cards for keeping information and reproducing them at request. Education has no meaning if the educated cannot turn information into innovation. Educating and turning our energies to productive ventures, combined with zeal to research and innovate can turn our carpenters into world-class craftsmen and our traders into prosperous business executives. The greatest agents of social restructuring are traders and the media.
The greatest asset we have is what is on the surface and not what is in or comes from the earth. Resource development must therefore be about putting skills and inspiration in the hearts of our people. For it are only human resource that is truly renewable and not any other material resource. I admit as a student of resource development that in theory some resources may be “renewable” but it is only the human spirit that can be renewed without causing any harm to the sustainable development.
There is sufficient energy and creativity in our youth to propel development. We just have to put our minds to it and it shall be achieved. Nothing however shall be achieved if we do not take a step out of our current body politic and social values. Nothing shall be achieved if our youth do no unclench their fists and hold together a new opportunity. Nothing will be achieved if we do not change our hearts and see the new light. We have lost many opportunities. We cannot afford to lose it again.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

MY LESSONS FROM THREE WEEKS IN JAMES FORT PRISON CELL


LIFE BEHIND BARS-MY FIRST IMPRISONMENT 

I am sure for some time now those of who are close buddies have tried my phone line several times. Either I don’t pick up or it’s switched off was the answer you kept hearing. Well let me tell you why. On the eve of Christmas, a friend’s fathers had just arrived from the United States. I received a phone call from my best youthful collaborator Kojo "son of Socrates". Kojo he was given that accolade because he also refers to Socrates almost in everything he does. With exuberance that I have never heard of and an excited voice he said “captain, where is your geographical location on the compass of the sailor?” I hesitated to answer instead I was interested in his new found excitement. So I asked “son of Socrates", what could have caused so much happiness which seems to know no bounds. Or have you been visited by Socrates at his lyceum in ancient Athens?”  He brushed it off and proceeded as if I didn’t make any comment. “ charley old boi drop and he will be home in about twenty minutes. He told to call over because he has a surprise for you” old boi the secret name he called his father because he says his Dad is old an “old boy” and should stop behaving as though he was young! Kojo’s father is relatively old but like Jay –Z’s song he wants to be forever young and he still wear t shirts and act such that he is qualified to 2year old even though he is 53.
Before the call I was wondering what to do and where to go. Many places came to mine but when I migrate back in the realm of reality the rusty ceiling fan that last worked on the last Christmas stare at me while the broken louver blades reminded me of how broke I was. Not wanting to waste an opportunity I quickly polished my shoes and iron trousers. My old fugu that my father gave me old five years ago was still in good shape. After a brief prayer I left for Kojo “son of Socrates home by the beach in Teshie.
My house is not far from the bus stop. Upon getting to the bus stop, the all popular driver’s mate in my neighborhood , Kwame Atingah was shouting his usual “Teshie –Nungua Teshie Nungua”  I desperate in to get to Kojo’s home as soon as possible. But the bus wouldn’t leave until it is fully occupied. I sat by slim seductively-looking daughter of eve on the second row in a 207 trotro. I need for a while I thought I had travel back in time to ancient Egypt. She radiates beauty like the Egyptian god of the sun! It was then that I appreciated Albert Einstein’s saying that if sit on a beautiful girl for one hour you feel its one minute. After two minutes I gathered courage to approach her but I quickly withdrew because I remembered that I hadn’t brushed my teeth the whole day thanks to a broken brush!  Talking to her with such fumes can deplete the ozone layer. The bus was just about to move and I wished it could a bit so that I can get a chewing gum to buy. But no one in the bus understood that tsunami of emotions I was going through. Opening my mouth became a forbidden taboo that must much even be thought. Like two silly friends we sat there stealing looks at each other.
Kwame Atingah the mate became the most important man of the moment when I saw him removing a PK from his pocket. “Huh… God of my ancestors has done it” I exclaimed within myself. Even though I now know I can a mouth cleansing gum in the bus, taking it from Atingah was like asking the pope to admit that there is no God!  I couldn’t stand begging for PK from the drivers mate in front of her…you know male ego. To cut a long story short I managed to get the PK in time without her knowing. With the way cleared and my breadth as fresh as the air at the Akosombo dam, I launched my assault. “Hello may talk to you?” she nodded as though she didn’t want to talk. I expected that after most girls do that anytime a boy approaches.  I wasted no time. We had a long and refreshing chat. Just as I was about to give answer to the ultimate question ,Atingah shouted at me “charley you go get down the car wan move. ” not  knowing the bus had stopped me to alight for sometime no while I was engaged in my amorous   ventures with Mabel as her name was! She quickly wrote her phone number on a piece of paper and passed it through the window. Armed with her number, looked at the blue skies of Teshie and thank god for a wonderful gift just before the year ended.
Thoughts of her run my mine like the river Nile unceasing.  I could even lose the party at Kojo “son of Socrates” house. It was getting dark and Kojo’s house on the hill was lit like the Kremlin overlooking the township. Memories of Mabel’s smiles were cut short. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. A young lady was stubbed with a knife after she refused to give up her bag to two armed robbers who absconded on a motorbike upon seeing me. I rushed to her to help after giving her mouth to mouth respiration; I attempted to remove the knife. In the process a young man who later I got to know as brother of the lady appeared. That was the beginning of my journey to jail! He accused me of stubbing her sister. Before I could explain myself, slaps flew B2 bombers hitting their target with eagle precision. It opened the flood gate to beatings from all manner of objects.  My body became a dead cow in the butchery at Aboabo. They decimated me with dexterity. Police arrived at scene few minutes later to rescue me almost unconscious from the mob beating from the area boys. Indeed if beating was food then I was satisfied! Mabel’s phone number was lost and I couldn’t remember clearly. My left eye was completely closed because of the heavy punches that I received while other eye was almost closed. Even with that one I couldn’t open because opening was running a blade over my veins-very painful!
This was the beginning of my journey to prison.
Watch out for part two where experiences in court and how I was thrown to prison.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

WOMEN:THE EYE OF OUR SOCIETY

Just like sun light,women are the energy that keep every society moving.However, most societies have women believe that they are decorated pieces that men do admire and nothing more than that.Sadly most women accept this eroding perception.Girl child are second to boys at home,and mothers are only good in the kitchen.This is the time for us all to rise up and see the reality.Lets teach women how to start a business and grow them.Lets give them the right to run for office,lets give them the right environment and they will make a difference in society.Our society,our country and our World can develop if more than half of its population is not allowed to achieve their full potential.GOD BLESS U ,GOD BLESS THE WORLD