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A literary critique

Letter to Jomo is a socio-politico-cultural mine of information which I recommend for aficionados of literary writing, and serious journalists who can learn from a style that takes their profession away from the mundane to a higher plane.

Many more will find pleasure in reading the letters for the beauty of language and matter in them as well as the accuracy of information that they provide. Generations to come will find them readable, enjoyable and a repository of information on Ghanaian social history.

Professor A. B. K. Dadzie

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George Sydney Abugri is a prolific, multi-award winning, Ghanaian newspaper journalist. He trained as a science and mathematics teacher, but migrated to journalism after a decade of teaching. 

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Thanks to the propaganda-driven and frenzied scramble for Ghana as we approach what promises to be one of the most electrifying of national elections since independence, Professor J.E.A Mills who was once touted by many across the political divide as genial, humble, principled and incorruptible as political leaders on the continent come these days, is now very suddenly the very anti-thesis of all that.

Every one of our previous heads of state since independence has had his fair share of criticism, insults and callous jokes but never before has a president of this republic been the stoic victim of a psychological mob lynching on such a grand scale, Jomo!

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Steven Landsburg's book "More sex is safer sex" is not about sex. At least, not in the literal sense. No, wait. I have made a false start, Jomo. It is about sex after all, but in a rather very strange and scandalous context.

Common sense tells us that HIV/AIDS is spread by promiscuous sexual behaviour, right? Now, enter Landsburg with the argument that HIV and other sexually transmitted diseases are spread NOT by promiscuous sexual begaviour but by avoiding casual sex!

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The other day I passed along the street leading from Ring Road Central through the vicinity of the Accra Technical Training Center and Challenge Bookshop toward the studios of Joy FM at Kokomlemle and was horrified to find that Silver Cup, one of my favourite nocturnal haunts of the 1970s had vanished.

I was beside myself with unholy nostalgia over those days in the seventies, when we spent weekend nights at Silver Cup swigging the Irish brew called Guinness straight from the bottle while working the jackpot machines with gusto. Hey, you don’t need to ever let Osofo, the kids and their mum hear so much as half a word of all this, see?

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The hyperactive mayor of Accra says he is in the process of making our capital one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I like this guy for sheer industry Jomo. Dr. Alfred Vanderpuije is probably busy drawing small, closed circles around Trassaco Valley, Airport Residential Area, East Legon and a few areas with a skyscrapers and sprawling mansions.

Outside these choice locations, our beloved capital is an expanse of very crowded, high density areas with little or no space to store refuse appropriately for subsequent disposal. The result? Accra now produces between 1,500 and 1,800 metric tones of refuse every day.

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The traffic cop flags down the cabbie: Stop! Park! The cabbie says “officer…” and leaves the word hanging in the morning air. Quick. Quick. Hurry up, my friend, says the cop. “Officer…” repeats the cabbie. This time, two palms meet. Carry on. Carry on, says the cop. The cabbie moves…

A private saloon car is approaching. The cop flags down the motorist. Stop! Park! Welcome to our great republic where language is a figure of speech and what you see, is often not what you see at all. I shall be telling you about another cab driver from Nungua near Accra in a jiffy…

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The case of Anas Amereyaw Anas, the award-winning investigative journalist who has made more news headlines himself than the scandal-prone subjects of his investigations, has played up a rather clouded concept of investigative journalism.

There is Anas the private investigator and patriot, who through the secret filming of scenes, has exposed all manner of social ills from the shocking to the sordid, from wellness and fitness center staff giving foreign diplomats in Accra blow jobs through smuggling and corruption to human trafficking and child prostitution.

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The thought processes in my skull are in a state of flux today, Jomo. I have spent close to an hour staring in great perplexity at the ceiling and chewing on my thumb like a kid sucking greedily on his lollipop after Sunday school, as if there were no tomorrow and the day after that.

I tell stories for a living, see? I tell them my own way, never allowing any nose-poking, prose-tasting creature from this earth or outer space to try inhibiting my literary impulses, see? The problem today is that I have this story to tell, but the more I try to make sense out of it, the more the key pieces that build coherence just keep falling away.

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