Skip to main content

#MemoirsFromTamale: TAMALE LIKE AFRICA

We were told of a land where it's people lived as savages, tearing one another up in conflicts upon conflicts. We heard of how poverty stricken they were and constantly asked to pray for them. As if prayer without works was the solution they needed.

Overtime, this narrative, though may have happened, seems to have become as permanent as an indelible mark a perception, that is just too hard to clean. 

But good news is, efforts are being made to change the narratives of this beautiful land. It may not be with a Black Panther story but it's going to be through sharing amazing experiences from this land which will make you say "Damn! Wakanda life am I living if I'm not visiting this place?" and you're going to mark it a "to do before I die" thing. 

Tamale, like Africa has had it's fair share of gross misconceptions about it's people and the town as a whole. But the story is changing and people are beginning to see that it's not what they tell us it is. 

The weather in Tamale could be the only truth you've heard about the place- truly, it's harsh.
The scorching hot sun, the dry wind that blows, the dusty environment etc. But they're not a group of people constantly fighting one another, neither is there abject poverty in the town. 
It's not a dull place either. Tamale is alive! 

Walk with me, ride with me, read with me. Let's journey to Tamale and back for some few weeks. Let's unlearn to relearn. 

Happy new week!

Comments

  1. Beautiful. I'm glad you've loved the stay there. Hope we are seeing you this year?

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

#InTheLandOfImaginations: WHAT GOD TOOK FROM ME

Efe spun around in her room, as she looked at how beautiful she looked in her dress. She'd carefully chosen this orange circle dress just to look her best. Orange was Ebo's favourite colour and it will suit the occasion best she thought.

She paused... Something was missing... She stood still carefully scrutinizing her look, trying to figure out what was missing... She folded her arms across her chest and tapped her lips with her right index finger... "Ah haaa!" she finally let out.. She needed a necklace and she knew just which one to wear. She'd wear the one Ebo bought her on her last birthday.

She took the clothes off, took her towel and dashed into the bathroom. As she bathed she thought about Ebo, about her and about them.
They grew up together in the same neighborhood, went to the same schools even up to the University. Everyone, including her knew how a perfect match they both were for each other, but the problem was, Ebo didn't seem to see it. She'…

#EchoesOfInspiration: LOTTERY CALLED LIFE

I don't know how old you are but I know that more than half of your life has been used either for giving up, thinking about giving up, almost giving up and thinking you could never get there, you could never get to get stuff done or simply that life wasn't worth it at all

Quick reminder: you're not alone

Which one amongst us asked to be given birth to?

Reality check: none of us!

But we're here anyway, so what are we going to do? Sit down, just grow up and eventually die, or make the most out of this "unfortunate" situation called life?
I'd take the latter. You know why? Because life is like the lottery and  you have to be in it to win it as said in the movie "NAKED"

Many of us have given up on love and relationships. We don't want it anymore because someone hurt us so bad. So in order to avoid getting hurt again, we'd choose to remain single.
Do you know that means you've lost the game? That makes you the loser, that makes you a quit…

#EchoesOfInspiration: GOD IS A TAXI DRIVER

Last night I met God. He was just getting off the phone with someone.
"in an hour's time" He said roughly, yet calmly, then he ended the call. I bet it was a prayer he was answering. (Thinking about it, that one hour he said, could mean one year oo)

When I saw him. I just knew he was the one I'd go with. He laughed a lot and for some reasons, I was drawn to him.
So after boo negotiated the fare,  I took my good bye kiss which he always, carefully plants on my forehead in the same way you put an egg down.
"Keep the jacket" he said smiling as I opened the door lazily and sat at the back seat

After sitting, I took a moment to scan the seat, as my ears caught the sound of a favorite gospel song playing and I'd never seen a taxi so dirty like the one I sat in.
"Oh what happened here?" I asked calmly though with displeasure.
"Oh a woman I just dropped off" he replied shrugging his shoulders like he really wasn't bothered about it, no, …