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  • So I will not talk about how all the doctor’s accommodation around my hospital has been taken over by politicians, political businesses and non medical staff. I can only talk about what has happened in the last two weeks.

    When I left the operating theater at 3am that Friday, I was double-minded. I was not sure I should be going home. I wanted to stay at the hospital, sleep and then get home in the morning. But I really wanted to be somewhere else Saturday morning. I thought it would be helpful to get some sleep in my own bed for a few hours before setting out.

  • The evidence is mounting, that the burden is growing. And we have no capacity to cope as a country if this trend does not peak and subside. This virus has resurged and is rampaging, ....

    Last Monday I was on my way to work in the morning.  I left home, on a journey that usually takes 30 minutes through the Accra Traffic.  It took me 3 hours. I did not really understand why until I got on campus, and realised that it was because the students had come back, and we were sharing the same entrance.  No preparation had been made for the large numbers of people who would flood the place.  Everyone was using the single entrance, and single exit.  The security men milled around listlessly, trying to shepherd lost drivers unto choked roads.  It was mayhem.  And in all this, no one had thought about the fact that there was a quarternary medical centre on the University Campus, and that its staff would need access on such a day. 

  • And who am I To belittle a little child’s dream When life makes so much possible And places no limits On achievement,..

     My son asked me to pray for him
    To be an astronaut when he grows up
    He talks about it all the time
    So I stop myself thinking all the time
    That he is too far away from where
    The astronauts come from
    To become one

  • This virus hitches rides on droplets. We need to mask. We need to physically distance. We need to keep our hands clean. Any shortcut, and we miss out on the benefits from any sacrifice.

    The number builds. We have lost more people than we thought we would lose. Just when we have begun to fix our focus on getting back to some kind of normal, this disease seems to further deepen its trenches along the frontline. The virus is freely jumping across all the defenses we have sacrificed to put up. And seems to pick whom it pleases. It crosses class, tribal, political lines. No one is safe.

  • Sometimes when I am driving home, the battles of my patients continue in my head. Some are losing battles. Some are winning battles. Most of the time, the battle is the patient’s to fight. I only come in to facilitate, put a few things right so that the battle lines are in the right places. Most people will never need me to fight most of their life battles. There are only a few that I can help, and even for these, the onus is on the person to walk up to the battle line, after I have helped to draw it.

  • Achimota School is 90 years old. I have tried to participate as much as I can in the commemoratory activities. Sometimes I have been able to do that, and sometimes not. I owe a lot to the vision of the three men who put their minds together to dream so big, that 90 years down the line, even in a country that has not really grown, their dream stays alive.

  • One of the gifts of studying medicine is the privilege of looking at things from a perspective unique to the profession.

    One of the gifts of studying medicine is the privilege of looking at things from a perspective unique to the profession. The functioning human body is an intimidating lens to look through into the world. Because there is nothing in the world that can function as well as it does. No teamwork can be as intuitive as that between the body’s cells. No manufacturing process can be as efficient, lean and productive as the numerous production chains in the body. No detoxification process can even imitate the wonder of the liver and kidneys functioning at their peaks. No pump can be as persistent, maintenance free and efficient as the heart. The examples could go on and on.

  • Not every colleague has it this easy. In medical school I sat with mates who were taking money home out of their SSNIT loans.

    During my current short course in the US, funded by a US professional body, I have been living with my uncle. He accommodates me in his home, drops me at the hospital every morning, and takes me home every evening.

  • I think posterity will wonder... They will wonder how we expected to... And why we had more Toyota V8 Land Cruisers than ventilators, and more members of parliament than medical/surgical consultants. They will wonder... They will find it hard to understand, how we managed to be so rich... begging for finances to run health programmes.

    In the 17th Century, the white castle on the Osu scarp called Christiansborg, stood tall.  But very little Christian happened within its walls.  It stood for centuries, the destination of the doomed.  It became the bastion of oppression, repression and dehumanization of many who were trapped in it. 

  • I have read some of the comments that have been made by people after the statement by the health minister about government bearing the cost of training specialists. Some break my heart. That a country should come to the point where it wants doctors to pay for specialist training is unthinkable in the first place.

    Broad Street in Philadelphia is this wide swathe of black, running through its middle. A black big motoring vein with asphalt tributaries emptying cars, and people, milling restlessly with a tenacity that hardly ever changes. The City Hall punctuates it, splitting the broad street flow with its imposing gravity defying white columns hewn out of stone. Intricate sculpted masonry from another time, that remains beautiful in these days of glass and steel. The statue of William Penn looms blackly atop the tower, keeping perpetual watch over the city of brotherly love. The city that he, and his fellow freedom dreamers birthed.

  • The worrying thing about working in Ghana is lack of thought given to systemic process. The whole point of keeping intellect is generating an environment and a system that makes it possible...

    When my father died, I had to go back to the hospital to collect a certificate indicating the cause of death. It is a single sheet with a lot of power. On losing a relative, it is the single sheet that enables everything to do with the next stage of bidding farewell. Without it, the body cannot be moved from the mortuary, cannot be embalmed, cannot be buried, legally.

  • It is time for Ghanaians in the diaspora to consider directly impacting the education, health and future wellbeing of their country.

    The Ghanaian health situation is dire. There are 24 million people in a country the size of the UK. There are 5000 doctors for this population, with about 1500 in public service. Considering how much of a burden public hospitals bear, this is a situation that is untenable. The country’s health care machinery is running on critically low resources, in a way that makes it completely unprepared for any kind of challenges, overwhelming or not.

  • Sitting already? Time to stand, and move, and get the discs feeling well fed again…

    Nature never stops. Nature rests, lulls, and then keeps going. Nature self sustains by not stopping. Life is that miracle kept going by not stopping. The human body is designed to keep moving, keep innovating, keep changing its environment. There is a certain paradigm that I have grown up with, that needs to change. 

  • It took twenty years from farm boy to multimillionaire. Twenty years and the power of a dream. He never forgot where he came from.

    I was watching a documentary on Henry Ford, when one of my children asked me a question that set me thinking. He was looking at the Model T Ford, that iconic forebear of anything we know now as an affordable car, and he wondered why cars were not made that way anymore. He wondered why most of the cars that we use now looked so different. Then he asked if we built any cars in Ghana, and then he wondered why we did not.

  • We must not bury money so extravagantly with the people who have stopped living, at the expense of building people looking for a chance to really live, and impact. If we have become...

    There is a certain luxury I enjoy as a doctor. The ability to walk out of the hospital into a world outside the battleground of pain and disease. There is a spring in the step sometimes, when there is enough energy, walking into a sunny afternoon, when I am blessed to close early enough to meet it. Sometimes I carry the battles home with me… sometimes I am sitting at the table, looking into a plate of food, but what I see is not exactly what I am looking at. I have learnt not to take for granted, the simple things of life. Walking out to a car, without pain, without falling, sitting inside, driving it unto a busy street and not being afraid.

  • It’s been 3 defining days in sunny Malaga, Picasso’s birthplace. For 3 days Eisenhower fellows from 49 countries huddled in this hidden treasure of a sunny paradise, one glittering diamond in the Coast of Sand. My mind was blown every day, whether it was awestruck admiration of the stately accessorizing of the Gran Miranmar Hotel, or amazing forays to the philosophic crevices of brilliant minds. 

  • My drive to work every morning usually takes 45 minutes, depending on how disciplined I am. If I get out of bed, resist the temptation to persist in recumbence… and get on the road before 7 am. If I don’t, it is another story… except for the first 15 minutes.

  • When I was told that the man had come to look for me, I was not surprised. I thought he was just asking after the doctor who had seen him a month previously, after being seen by the one I had referred him to.

  • And as long as more private money goes into funerals, and mortuary fees than into education and health, we will not win the battle against death. If it is easier to get a loan for a funeral, than for education or for treating a patient on admission, then we really should not be surprised that death is so unstoppable. We have beautiful hearses, elaborate (dancing) pallbearers, custom made funeral cloths, beautifully printed funeral booklets, and 4-day funeral weekends. And we have no working ambulance system,...

    We were doing a morning round in a hospital far away from mine when I first saw it. Well, I heard it first, an electronic female voice warning me that it was coming. Then we almost run into it, but it stopped, a red light blinking. It waited for us to pass, bleeping green and red, and then once we passed I heard the quiet whir as it went its way down the beautifully lit hospital corridor.

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