Elizabeth Ohene

Elizabeth Akua Ohene (born 24 January 1945) is a Ghanaian journalist and a politician. She served as Minister of State for Tertiary Education in Ghana under President John Kufuor. She had previously served as the Editor of the Daily Graphic, the first woman in the role. Quotes That human being struggling for breath on the street of Minneapolis could have been me, could have been my son, could have been any of my many cousins, my nephews, my nieces, my schoolmates, or their children, could have been any of my many friends or their children who live in the United States of America. My mind went to the many people I know, Ghanaians and other Africans who have gone to a lot of trouble to send their children to universities in America. My mind went to the number of times I have thought I should write about the tragedy of the young talents Ghana is losing every day to the United States because many of our bright young people choose to remain there after completing their education. My mind went to the number of people I know who had planned journeys to America to attend the graduation ceremonies of their children or grandchildren and COVID-19 had blown away their plans. I know many of those young people whose achievements in top universities should be celebrated and who had followed the footsteps of other Ghanaians that we have lost and who now form part of the critical tech industry that creates the wealth of America. That struggling body which managed to bring out the “I can’t breathe”, under the weight of the policeman, could have been any of them. An article on I can breathe here We have been learning to cope with things nobody had ever dreamt about - like not hugging or shaking hands. Social distancing, self-isolation and quarantine have all become terms of everyday use. There are things we studiously avoid talking about; the mortuaries are full, not from coronavirus deaths (so far in Ghana, there have been 16 from the disease) but the ban on public gatherings, which means we cannot have normal funerals. An article on Online funerals, face masks and elections without rallies I would like to suggest that far from silence, we are suffering from too much noise, so much so we can’t hear one another. Far from a culture of silence, we now have a culture of noise. The camera pans to a brown, muddy pond of water and a group of mostly women and children are fetching this water into buckets, pots and gallons of various sizes. Then the camera zooms in on a young boy or elderly woman who takes a calabash and scoops some of the muddy water and drinks. An article on I see the back story External links