I am not a Cow&Gate baby: I was naturally nurtured


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A year older and hopefully much wiser allows me to reminiscence about a wonderful life thanks to the blessings that God has showered on me.  I was born in a popular place in Ghana, Accra, Ga Mashie near the Salaga Market, delivered by a lady midwife who needs to be applauded for the excellent work she did in supervising my birth and several others of my generation.  I have tried today to find whether there is any mention of her on the internet but sadly cannot find any trace on the web about her midwifery practice.  Then she was just called Aunty Sisi. She was Mrs Nettey-Marbell.  Perhaps the reason why i cannot get Google to trace her is because it was so long ago.

i found this weighing card and thought that it told its own story!

Now let me  reconstruct what must have happened.  My parents lost a son before I was born, so I suspect that after the funeral rites of this brother that I did not know, they were locked up in accordance with Ga custom, and encouraged to try for another child, a fruitful result, if I may say so myself.  Born a bundle of joy to my parents but also causing a lot of anguish because my frequent bouts of illness, they must have spent a fortune those days taking me to hospital after hospital for these undiagnosed illnesses and several traditional medicine practitioners as they sought a cure for my twetweetwe.

But I was naturally nurtured; not for me the quick formulaic feeds of the present day, no  Cow and Gate or SMA or Heinz played any part in my growth.  The recommendation from Aunty Sisi was clear; so i suckled on breast milk for close on to 9 months with boiled water and graduated to other soft foods such as arkasa, ablemamu, agidi,  kpotonkpoto, ripe banana and pawpaw, bit of rice and butter, and fufu.  There must have been many variants of these corn based foods at the time – ekoegbemi, oblayoo, kpokponsu,  all would have been part of the fare at the time.

As i grew older I must have started eating otin, komi or kenkey as it is known and celebrated in the diaspora.  Indeed last night i had the good combination of good kenkey purchased from an Indian shop in Brixotn and  a very british attempt at domendo, grilled but not to the high Adedainkpo standards with sas and ngragra.  But growing up kenkey and light soup always did it for me.

But then i must have gone on to feed on some real good delicacies that seasoned me – adode, shialoo, waa, ngaa, kaa, song, bebeo, hala and in my kKoforidua days unknowingly partaken in  some kusie after a heavy bout of Olokwei’s palmwine.  Thankfully despite stuffing myself with Ghanaian food, even in cold Britain, I have not added too much to my girth though i need to be more careful now that i think i have to eat lighter food.

My son will be here soon to get me my favourite dish of chow mein from my trusted Chinese food stall on Surrey Street market for lunch  could not convince the wife to give me the customary otor this morning, but enough of food!

Though my Sickle Cell has been a part of my life since it was diagnosed almost 56 years ago when it constantly disrupted the start of my secondary school education, I have tried to manage it and avoided hospitalisation for the past 36 years that I have lived in the UK. This may be thanks to some discipline on my part, some diligence from my doctors who I have long arguments with, and to a large measure my darling wife who keeps a check on all the stresses that could send me to hospital.

Most people probably did not think that I would last at all, or indeed have a useful life, so several years after becoming a senior citizen, I need to give thanks to the Lord for keeping me, knowing that the best years of my life are still ahead of me and that I will still have sufficient time of my hands to praise God for each little blessing.  I am grateful that I was fortunate to grow up in a loving Christian home with parents who did their best to instil in me a sense of service to family and the wider community.

So today I must give thanks to the Lord for another year of my life and praise his name for keeping me through adversity and prosperity and guiding me through this journey of my life and thanking all my friends who will wish me a happy birthday today for keeping up with me.

Wɔ-Tsɛ ni yɔɔ ŋwɛi!
Ogbei lɛ he atse!
Omaŋtsɛyeli lɛ aba!
Afee nɔ ni osumɔɔ yɛ shikpɔŋ lɛ nɔ, taake afeɔ yɛ ŋwei lɛ!
Hã wɔ ŋmɛnɛ wɔdaa ŋmãa.
Ni okɛ wɔtɔmɔi lɛ afa wɔ, tamɔ bɔ ni wɔkɛfaa mei ni tɔɔ wɔnɔ lɛ
Ni okɛ wɔ akaya kaa mli;
Shi jiemɔ wɔ keje ɛfɔŋ lɛ mli.
Shi onɔ ji maŋtsɛyeli lɛ,
kɛ hewalɛ lɛ kɛ anuntam lɛ,
kɛyashiɔ naanɔ.
Amen!

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5 thoughts on “I am not a Cow&Gate baby: I was naturally nurtured

  1. Belated Happy Birthday !
    Anyemi owie dzogbann. Nuntso le adzoo bo ye ogbei fee no.
    Abamli. Amen

    By the way how did you get the Ga alphabets on your qwerty key pad?
    Any tips please?☺

    Dolly

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