A happy Ghanaian woman and child: Art work by Peter Asare
We are in a generation of disobedient children comparing to our time. We, the people born between 1940-1970 in Ghana, are the most blessed ones. We are awesome people and our life is a living proof.
While playing and riding rented bicycle, we never bothered to wear helmets. We played Oware, Ampe, Kwaakwaa (Hide and seek) asosor, tumatu (Ghanaian games) and skipping rope etc, without thinking about television, video or computer games.
After school (those days, we went to school two times a day) we played until dusk but never watched the world (Television) by locking up ourselves in a room. We played only with our real friends, not with http://www.com friends.
If we ever felt thirsty, we drank tap water or stream water, bottled water didn’t exist but there wasn’t any Ebola or pneumococcal meningitis We never got ill even after sharing the same juice or sweet with four friends
We were happy after our fufu, kokonte, etsew, ampesi. (Ghanaian dishes.) There weren’t any fried rice or ‘foes chicken.’ We ate rice and chicken only on special days. (Christmas, New Year, Easter etc.) Even then , we will go anywhere with our fresh chicken legs and wings in our hands, for everyone to know that we’ve eaten rice.
Nothing happened to our feet after roaming and kicking balls made of rags bare footed. We never used any health supplements to keep ourselves healthy. We used to create our own toys. Our parents were not rich but they never chased after money.
They just searched for and gave only love.They were proud to see us around them. These days parents are chasing after money and riches that they ignore the presence of their kids. We never used to share our emotions by using emoticons, DVDs, Play Stations, X-Boxes, video games, personal computers, internet, web chatting, but we had many good friends and communication was face to face.
We used to go to our friends’ home unannounced and enjoyed food with them. We never had to call them and ask for their parents’ permission to visit their home. Loving people were near to us, so our hearts and souls were happy. Hence, we never required insurance policy or fake spiritual support.
We might have been in Black and White photos but you find colourful memories in them. The ultimate is that we are unique and the most understanding generation because we are the last generation who listened to our parents and also the first that have to listen to our children.
I am proud to belong to that noble Generation.