My name is Don. Well, that’s the short form of my name — Donusem. In case you’re wondering which language is that and what it mean. Donusem means ‘Strengthen me’ in the Ewe language. I guess my father wanted me to be his strength, the strength of the family, a tower of strength for the community. Mmm, well, I’m on it — living up to my name. It’s a huge expectation. Strengthen me Oh God.
I am 29 years old, a few months away from 30. Three decades in this life isn’t a joke. Just a few years ago, seven years to be exact. Freshly out of the university, I had high expectations of my life. Yes, I had big dreams. I dreamed of running my own business before my 30th birthday. And driving in a brand new Mercedes Benz. That was in there too.
Sometimes, I sit down and think about life. It’s more often these days. I ask myself: ‘Why am I here?,’ ‘What is all this life about?,’ ‘What do I want to do with my life?’ All I know is that I want to make it BIG like ____ . I’ve got a few business ideas. I’m working on a business plan. But first I need seed funding. I’ve began by taking my finances more seriously. I’m going to stay debt-free, save up some cash and delve into my first business idea. I don’t know what it is, but I know I got to start something. I’m also trying to save up and go to school, get another bachelor’s degree, so I can get a better job with better salary. I’m tired of being an unskilled worker.
Heard someone say: ‘You only start making money, once you stop worrying about the bills.’ And also: ‘ You only start making money once you stop worrying about the basics.’ The pressure to pay keep up with the mortgage payments/ rents, utility bills, school fees, travel cost etc. are what keeps people’s dreams buried. I won’t be part of those people. My dreams cannot be stop by any harsh economic conditions.
I have a beautiful girlfriend. A very lovely woman. I always thank God for granting her to me. I’d willing pay her dowry in a heartbeat. I guess the right time would come. She gives me, so much peace. Her love and kindness, and smile thrills my soul. I am contented in her love. I’d leave my love story in the hands of Jehovah. He’s the perfect matchmaker.
I am frustrated about Africa. I can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that in 2014, electricity and water supply are luxuries. I come from Ghana, where it’s very rare to go a week without uninterrupted water and power. Power remains a challenge especially for business. Finland have made access to internet as basic legal right, whilst our kids go to schools under trees.
Our politicians are vampires. They seem so clueless as what to do to turn situations around. None of them has ever resigned from their posts for non-performance. They choose to hung in there till they are booted out through elections or by force. They are not honourable at all, yet we accord them ‘Honourable’ and ‘Excellency’ titles. What at all do they excel in? It must be mediocrity.
We thirst in the midst of water and stay in darkness in the midst of light. We have no excuse to lack anything. The sun shines brightly for half of the day, and yet we live in total blackout during the night, and factories are shut because of power cuts. I older I get, the more frustrated and impatient I become about the plight of my motherland and continent. I thought the dark ages were over. We are lost in antiquity.
The older generation (the generation of our fathers and mothers) have failed us. They enjoyed the ‘milk and honey’ by the colonial masters. They booted them out and killed the cattle and the beehives. Now, we’re eating gari and beans for breakfast. Indomie for lunch. Gari soakings for supper. We are starving. Living with the colonialists, gave them the colonial mentality. They keep talking about the good old days. Those days never lasted. It didn’t meet us. What we need is generational thinkers. I want to be a part of that group of thinkers and doers.
Most of us the youth have left the African continent to join the imperialists our parents fought against. We’re here in search of better life and better opportunities at life. Yet we need to remember that, however better life is in the diaspora, home is home. Home is where the heart is. We shall return with ideas, experience and education. We shall return with just more than paper money. I wish for the day, when the African travels to Europe or America or any part of the world for that matter it would be for holiday or business purposes. We would be tourists and investors. We would not travel anywhere for education because we would be having the best schools in the world.
I want to bring change in people’s lives. I want to cause people to smile. I want to provide solutions and solve problems. I want to brighten the corner wherever I am. I want to make it.