Friday, November 25, 2016

Rejected

Roverman Productions & Airtel in partnership with Joy FM & National Theatre present:

REJECTED


An Ebo Whyte Play

What do you do when all you've known for 12 years turns out to be a huge lie?
When after all this time, all the sacrifices made, you feel rejected, unwanted, unappreciated, unwelcome?
Where do you start from?
How do you recover?
How do you pick yourself up?

It's all about forgiveness.

It's a lie anyways, why hold on to that baggage and let all the bitterness and anger eat you up inside?
You forgive, you move on.
You hold on, chances are you never will move on, but wallow in self pity.

Take a cheating spouse, a confused spouse, a materialistic man of God, a feisty mother, and a drunk friend who cannot keep his mouth shut, and put them in a mix, and you get Uncle Ebo Whyte's play REJECTED.
A hilarious piece which tells the story of a man whose attempt at getting a better life by all means is foiled by his best friend and his phone passwords.

REJECTED shows at the National Theatre on 26th, 27th November & 3rd, 4th December at 4pm and 8pm each day. Tickets can be purchased for GH¢80.00 at Joy FM; Quick & Fine Supermarket (Madina); Haatso Total; Baatsona Total; Airport Shell; Comm. 11 Shell; Mallam Shell; Sakaman Shell; Dansoman Shell; Frankies; Motorway Supermarket (Tema); 37 Goil and Capital Bank Branches.

Alternatively, tickets can be paid for via Airtel Money
1. Dial *500#
2. Select Buy Goods
3. Select Other
4. Type "ROVERMAN"
5. Enter Amount
6. Enter your name, show date & time as Reference Number (eg. Efua Dentaa, 3rd, 4pm)
7. Confirm payment details with your Airtel Money PIN
8. Present the confirmation text that'll be sent to you at the gate for entry.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

What Happened to Childhood?

Yesterday, I happened to be walking in my neighbourhood at about 5:30pm, when I heard the voice of a little girl behind me say in a local language, "Ma, let's go home, I'm tired". Then I heard the voice of an older woman (her mum, I guess) respond somewhat sarcastically, "sure, we'll go home right now, and you'll see what you'll eat" (also in local language). Not to make it look too obvious what I was doing (eavesdropping), I waited till I turned onto my street, then I looked back. I saw a woman with a pan of vegetables on her head, a girl, not more than 10 years old also with a pan of vegetables on her head, and close behind a boy of about 6 years, with a slightly smaller pan of vegetables on his head.

Now, I'm all grown up and all, so I don't remember all the details of my childhood, but I know for sure my eating never depended on me selling vegetables or anything for that matter. Matter of fact, at that age, most conversations with my mum about food went something like,
"Dentaa, food's ready".
"Mum, really? Not again. I'm not having that"!

What happened to childhood?

Yesterday reminded me of something I saw last week with the intention of blogging about it, and then life happened, I forgot, and then yesterday happened, and then I remembered.
So, last week, I was heading home when I saw a girl of not more than 11 years with a baby on her back, crossing the road to buy something.

At that age, the only responsibility I had was remembering the time Cartoon Network showed Power Puff Girls and Courage the Cowardly Dog and of course Dexter's Lab, so I didn't miss them. And when I was the age of the baby, my mum sure never put no 11 year old in charge of me!

What happened to childhood?

And then there are all the children I see weaving in and out of traffic either selling or begging for money to feed themselves and their families.

Whose fault?
What happened to childhood?
#CountYourBlessings

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