These Dumsor Times


Another Sunday. It is fairly quiet. Today the Akwapim Ridge has electricity. It is almost 6pm and I must hurry with this before we descend into darkness.
I arrived two days ago from a wonderful conference in Naivasha, Kenya, on the state of the art of sexuality research in Africa. It was a wonderful group of academics and I feel privileged to have been invited to the gathering. There is so much happening under the surface here, in terms of LGBTI activity, and other research. A colleague from Uganda gave a presentation about born again gay people, another person spoke about same sex relationships among women in Ghana. There were several other topics I will not mention here. I think eventually there will be a book or a journal devoted to the subject matter so readers may watch out for it.

In the meantime the good people of Ghana demonstrated against the deteriorating situation. The lights go off well, at random times, despite the fact that there is a schedule, and people are stressed by it all. Businesses are closing down and losing money. Students and school going children cannot do their homework. Households cannot store their food in freezers and fridges, for example.

I did notice that the lights do go off in Kenya as well, but for short periods only. South Africans at the conference I attended also spoke about power cuts. But that is only for two hours daily or so.
Our governments need to plan properly.

It is good to be back on the block after such a long silence. I have spent much of my time this year working with artisans, trying to complete a building. It is a small house I intend to rent in order to supplement my pension. I have been fleeced. The carpenter used money for materials for walk-in wardrobes for his wedding. Well, I was cheated. It hurts, but I can see that there are undertones of class and gender at play here. I do not think I would have been cheated so much if I were a man. Also, the carpenter probably thinks I am rich anyway and so he can have a little more of my money. Hey, life goes on.

Until we meet on the block again, (hopefully soon) I wish you well. I must hurry up and quit before the lights go off at 6pm.


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