INTERNATIONAL DAY OF THE GIRL CHILD "THE CRY OF A GIRL-WHO WILL HEAR AND BE A DOER "

INTERNATIONAL DAY OF THE GIRL CHILD "THE CRY OF A GIRL-WHO WILL HEAR AND BE A DOER " "I am stopped from being me;so I lived in the lives and dreams of others;I can not or am not allowed to be who I want to be identified as or who I want to be with or where in I want to live in and most of all where I want to go to live my dreams.Could it be nature or its nature or the two combined? Whichever way it is,I believe its unfair.Unfair because right from birth I was called "it","inhuman","useless","aboa" among others in different native tongues just by my mere biological disposition of which I was not their expectation.I still do hear the echoes of some voices that tried to change their minds to accept me for who I am but no matter how hard they tried nothing good yielded out of it.I crave for the indulgence of my readers to bear with me to have the audacity to expose my convictions, ideas and perceptions about the cause;they simply lost touch with nature or reality,forgetting that I did not bring myself here.Allow me to whisper into your ears a secret "I pity and blame myself sometimes for not protesting but rather looking on while I slowly both conciously and unconciously, I became what they actually expected of me".Hmm,I hope no one heard it? Over a zillion times I keep asking why?.Why!? Why!? Why me!? Am I not just like you!,.Is it water that flows through my viens!?,Do I not have hands that work equally as you do and perphaps even more than you, provided you are objective enough!?,Oh gosh! Do my brainy-brains not work and think to make good decisions!?Or you think I do not have "it"!?..oh yes I mean the "it". Viola! I have all, as proven by science and indeed I have the "it".The "it" which gives you much honour and ego.The "it" which society presume as your strength when you lie to test if indeed it does function.The difference is that my "it" is a "V" which undoubtedly also deserves and should command of you to show the same humane treatment to me irrespective of my biological disposition; A GIRL. I am a girl and I am proud of my sex and I shall continue to learn to improve upon myself..I shall rise and break the shackles and liberate myself together with other girls for sisterhood is powerful.It is no fault of my that I am born a GIRL.STOP ABUSING MY RIGHTS FOR I AM JUST AS HUMAN AS YOU ARE and I know for a fact that you are aware of what I go through and will not want to trade places with me not even if BILL GATE will will his assets to you without any terms applying.You will not want to be in the kitchen while your friends are learning or be asked to stop school so that your brother can further his education for lack of money or will you want to be harassed and abused of which when you even report it will fall on deaf ears just because you are a girl.I know for a fact as well that,you will not want to be married off or betrothed to someone you do not know much about or will you want to be asked to absent yourself among gatherings where decisions are being made even if those decisions will affect you,just because you are a girl. Oh! why ask me to stop when am not even done listing my "enviable and daily kind receptive treatment" from you my opposite sex.Sorry,I wish I could stop even at the first two lines but I just want you to empathize with me.Unfortunately, that is what me and my fellow girls go through in every second,minute,hour,day, month and year in our homes,communities and across the globe for no other reason but for our mere disposition of being a GIRL. I cry each day and i am crying out loud even much louder today,a day which is my day but many still find it irrelevant or worth celebrating;"INTERNATIONAL DAY OF THE GIRL CHILD", so that you hear me and join me in my quest or course to be liberated and feel human in a world which I even have the highest population ratio in sex distribution.I am also crying so that you allow me be a girl and not a woman and a woman and not a child for when the time is due I will choose my own partner to marry." I am EVA ABUGABE and as we mark and celebrate INTERNATIONAL DAY OF THE GIRL CHILD, I add my cry to the cry of the girl near you and I.I stand up for the GIRL CHILD and together with others who advocate for the rights of the girl child,I say "NO TO ALL FORMS OF DISCRIMINATION AGAINST GIRLS IN OUR HOMES, COMMUNITIES AND THE WORLD". We must as a people,as a society amd as a continent realize that girls are the agents of change through whom we can reach humanity to make a change and leave not just a legacy but legacies.They are the doors and windows of our brighter tomorrow.Girls have extraordinary potentials which must be developed through girl child empowerment.Thus, the should be allowed to have and enjoy their rights;rights to determine their own destiny so that they can grow and develop themselves  and contribute to a stronger and more stable world. She is telling you together with many other girls today and like any other day which comes after today that , "I am a GIRL and I have RIGHTS" "I am your GIRL and your girl has RIGHTS" "We are your GIRLS and we have RIGHTS" HAPPY INTERNATIONAL DAY OF THE GIRL CHILD. EVA ABUGABE CARES 2015. It is shareable.Be a DOER.

The Off record 'Orgasms' of Our Statesmen - 18+

The Off record 'Orgasms' of Our Statesmen - 18+ I have read some memoirs; I have seen autobiographies too. Stories spanning tortuous careers, tracing failures and successes and on uncountable occasions, such supposedly candid stories swerve the subject of love, not with wives, but the numerous girls who did not eventually make it to the altar with the Memoir's hero when he was a bloody nobody! The "heroes" often narrate the start of their love life from when they met their current wives, and sometimes some chidhood love fairy tale as is the specific case of the  author of "My First Coup D'etat"; and by that these writers intentionally or unintentionally close the door tight on the genuine stories of the many, many damsels who once upon a time had the best of relationship and bed time with the writers, sharing their times, and minds and if it were actually true love, their hearts. The love chapters of such books create the impression to all gullible readers that up until they met their wives, they had nothing to do with anyone. I must admit that the whites are often honest than our African 'statesmen'. That's how most African great men write the stories of their lives. Those writers of memoirs, like me who is writing this article today, have poetic license- the right to write their work of literature in the manner they like, splicing and dicing, omitting and even lying, and no one can take them on! I don’t know what right I have over someone’s work, but I often felt it's sheer organized opportunism to dissipate your youthful energy in bed with these gracious ladies in Universities, Polytechnics and Training College campuses who were not even at the worst relationship break-up outburst, hookers; but rather partners who helped in some way to sustain the confidence and perseverant focus of a man marching towards some goal and in writing, the man would not so much as tell their stories even pseudonymously. Take the case of Kwame Nkrumah, in the context of this article, he wrote his autobiography as if he had the holy privilege of having his first orgasm with the mother of his kids- the woman he married under really, really dramatic circumstances! The drama is that Nkrumah asked the Egyptian government for a wife. A sort of close-door "Miss Egypt" was convened and some 3 ladies were shortlisted. Their pictures were dispatched to Ghana with their full names and ages written in ink behind the pictures, and an accompanying telegram requesting that Nkrumah chose only one. On an afternoon, Nkrumah entered his office, his secretary informed him about the Egyptian government response- "how many", he asked; "Three" was the response. "Okay choose one for me, and use your kindest discretion, Ma'am. I will be in the office!" So Fathia Rizk Nkrumah became the chosen one- indeed "Fathia fata Nkrumah-- thanks to the well-sharpened propaganda machinery of the CPP then! Promiscuity was not rife then, so we could agree to give Francis Nwia Ngoloma the benefit of the doubt. Now here is the point I want to make on Nkrumah--- Can we hold on to this sanctimonious sexuality mini-concensus, at this time, a time when an alleged ‘impostor’ has apparitioned from nowhere splashing money to members of the Nkrumah Extended Family, laying claim to having been fathered by the Charismatic African Showboy and even asking that he be allowed to take over "his father's" CPP? Such possible but slightly unlikely Dominic-Straus-Kahn-like one-night bye products makes one want to believe that there was more to Nkrumah's title of ‘African Showboy’ than the onerous struggle to emancipate Africa! Should I put up Ex President Kufuor on the chopping table, on an issue such as this, what I will write may be unsatisfactory for readers who may likely accuse me of writing less than I should have, about a man who even at 63 was considered "sexy" by many and pestered with numerous speculative talks of travelling around the world to honour or dishonour Daughters of Eve to the incendiary propaganda that carved a resemblance between Snr Kufuor and the twin babies of Gizelle Yadzi! Talk of a youthful Kufuor, don't we need the highlights of the youthful moments, if for nothing at all, but as a flag to remind us of their humanity and infallibility and importantly guidance for 21st century youth who find grace in orgies and sextapes? Talk of His Excellency John Dramani Mahama, the area fine boy! The proud Commonwealth Hall Vandal, and responsible father of children he owns up to! Maybe some day, the story of those moments will be told with pomp and cheer, as reference for many misguided present day Vandals and students who do more spectacular acrobatics in Rooms across campuses more than Togbe Afede, Spio Garbrah, Clement Apaak etc did in their time. You may expect me to do some equalization here; thus mention Nana Addo Danquah Akufo Addo of the NPP. Well can I blame you, being a typical Ghanaian in a country that likes funerals more than it likes weddings and outdoorings. Talking of love for funerals brings to mind Nana Akufo Addo's funeral tribute to Theresa Tagoe -- who we learn was called "Bottoms" in some student-circles-- according to the seasoned Lawyer, astute politician and rights activist-- Bottoms-- what a Volta Hall nickname! May his soul rest in peace; we know his only child is not the son of Naadu Mills. Rumours has it that her name is Ruby and she mother to the former first son. May his soul find rest. You get my point? You may not understand the rational behind this article if you don't acknowledge that  succeeding generations have learnt from the stories of Uriah, David and Solomon and their wives and concubines, captured in the Holy Bible. Let’s thank God, the God who took over ‘authorship’ of His own Bible, lest men lie about their roles. Perhaps given the Divine mandate of making the Holy Bible an autobiography or memoir, Solomon or David would have highlighted prominently the defeat of Goliath than telling us, if  David for example, would at all, that he had over 700 concubines aside his many wives and that despite that Uriah’s wife had some irresistible Cocacola shape and butts, pardon me, which could precipitate a parochially diabolic plan as to send her beloved husband Uriah to frontline war to die in order for the powerful monarch to harvest a one-night orgasm from Uriah’s wife—even South Africa's Jacob Zuma will not do that! Finally, when youngmen who feel by themselves destined for some unknown but yet to be reached greatness and mindful of death too because greater men like John Kwaku Nketia have died ahead of their time, feel bogged down by the magnetism of the great-grand- daughters of Eve and are torn in a dilemma of whether to continue pursuing the panty doctrine of Father Bacchus, Father John and Aboagyewaa and 'Vandalism', or make themselves Saint Francis of Assissis among Cassanovas, such fellows find themselves stranded as there is no clear cut example to follow clearly in the stories written down by those who have been there before them, if they desire to learn, while of course cutting their own unique story. This is #HonestTalk. There are dots; dot, dots and untold stories, vacuums and silence... ... N/B: The latest memoir in town is written by Kwame Addo Kufuor, titled "The Gold Coast Boy". Grab a copy. MIKDAD MOHAMMED 0244599591