Monday 14 November 2011

Mother Guilty of Force-Feeding Baby to Death

I am so sad to read this story on bbc this morning. That a ghanaian woman in London, Linda Dwomoh force-fed her 10 month old baby which caused her death. The woman is a trained nurse, why is forcing a baby to eat? I know sometimes as moms we get really worried when our children refuse to eat. I am going through that stage with my toddler now. A 10 month old cant tell you if she had had enough so i think this woman made a really fatal decision which has caused the death of her daughter and now she will be going to jail. Some parents do really obssess over their children looking chubby as a sign that they are been fed really well or eat the best food. lets stop the madness. if the child is hungry, he/she will eat

Read The story below



A mother who force-fed her baby girl who later died has been jailed.
Gloria Dwomoh, a 31-year-old nurse from Walthamstow, London, was sent to prison for three years after being convicted of allowing or causing the death.
The 10-month-old, named in court as Diamond, was forced to take solid foods from the age of six months. She died in March 2010.
The Old Bailey heard Diamond died from pneumonia caused by food in her lungs that had blocked her airways.
Dwomoh, who was convicted last month, had denied the charge.
The trial heard the defendant, who worked at St Thomas's Hospital near Waterloo, was obsessed with Diamond's weight and as she was weaning her on to solid food, used a jug to feed her liquidised food, including meat and cereals.
During the trial, Andrew Edis QC, prosecuting, said the food went down the "wrong way" for months and the spout of the jug was placed into the girl's mouth to "prevent her closing it".
"If you have a child who is distressed and choking, you do not carry on," he said.
During her trial, Dwomoh told the court she and her siblings had been fed the same way by her mother in Ghana.
"I didn't do anything to her," she told the jury. "I didn't do anything at all to hurt her."
However, the Common Serjeant of London, Judge Brian Barker, said forcing her daughter was against "her natural instincts" causing her "daily distress".
"At best it was a misguided obsession - but a determined obsession - which must have caused daily prolonged distress to your daughter," he said.
"It cannot be described as an act of kindness.
"It took away her life and that is something you must live with."
Mercy petition
Trevor Burke QC, for Dwomoh, told the court she had been "punished enough".
"She has endured the loss of her child for over a year," he said.
He presented the court with a 1,000-signature petition from family and friends pleading for mercy, and asked the judge to impose a suspended sentence.
Her supporters had demonstrated outside the the Old Bailey.
A serious case review found "weaknesses and shortcomings" in the actions of some agencies involved with the family, said Laura Eades, chair of Waltham Forest Safeguarding Children's Board.
"Had best practice had been followed, the risk to Diamond of force-feeding would have been better recognised and the family would have been offered further support and intervention," she said.
"This should have reduced the probability of Diamond being subject to behaviour that proved, in this case, to be fatal."
However, the report concluded Diamond's death "was not predictable".

Source: http://www.bbc.co.uk.com/

Sunday 13 November 2011

Saturday 12 November 2011

Have people forgotten how to be married?


The definition of marriage has evolved over the years. In some parts of the Western world for example, marriage is both the union of the opposite sex (a man and a woman), and of people of the same sex that is, a man marrying another man or a woman marrying another woman.
However in the African culture, marriage is the celebrated union of not only a man and a woman, but that of their extended families, with the woman only sharing intimacy with her husband. In a traditional African marriage, when a spouse dies, the surviving spouse is given as a wife or a husband to a relative of the deceased. However, this part of the culture is beginning to modify, so that the relative’s role is merely financial and not physical.
Traditionally, while a husband is seen as the head of the family, a woman is perceived as the person who maintains the head, the one responsible for the success or failure of the marriage. The African girl is given a lot of responsibilities from the start. She observes her mother and does whatever her mother does without questions. If her mother is patient, she learns to be patient, though this is not always the case with young girls, but as she grows up, she begins to mimic her mother.
Unlike the Western culture where 18 is the age of majority and independence, there is no set age limit as to when a girl can be married in traditional Africa. Here, as soon as a girl begins to menstruate, it is assumed that she is old enough to be married.
She begins to cook, clean, wash, and maintain her parents’ household just as she would do in her own house. In some cultures like the Itsekiris of Delta State, Nigeria, the mother even prepares her daughter for intimacy with her husband. “Sex is a learned act,” the mother could say. “It is the thing that keeps marriages together; the one and only act, if mastered, will keep your husband coming back to you regardless of his other exploits. Make sex memorable.”
The Itsekiri mother does not describe how sex is performed, but she has planted a seed in her daughter’s memory. Because a traditional African setting treats sex sacredly, it must not be spoken of aloud. The Itsekiri teenager now knows that sex can be learned, and can be memorable. A barrier has been broken.
Traditional African mothers informally teach and demonstrate how cooking is done because it is believed that food is the secret to a man’s heart. To the Itsekiris, the secret of good food is not the cost, but a mixture of various ingredients that makes the food flavourable. So the average Itsekiri girl has learned two secrets to a successful marriage, good food and good sex, and when she marries she will use this knowledge to her advantage.
It is this advantage that makes the average Urhobo man, who are neighbours to the Itsekiris, feel “incomplete” without having an Itsekiri woman in their lives. The Urhobos, like many African men, are polygamous; something that traditional African women handle with wisdom.
Traditional African women understand the nature of men even without the knowledge of psychology. They know that the average man, regardless of race, environment or culture, likes women, and only by self-discipline can a man resist the overture of a woman. Whether beautiful or ugly, a man will respond if tempted, so traditional African women learn how to guard themselves and their children against disappointments.
In their hearts, they have room for their husbands to err; they prepare themselves for the unexpected, so the arrival of another woman will not come as a surprise; the surprise will be if didn’t happen. The women do not leave their husbands because they have other women in their lives or because they are polygamous. To traditional African wives, divorce is not an option, wisdom is.
The husband has confirmed their fears; he is sharing his body and his heart with another woman, and perhaps he will give his properties to the new woman, leaving the traditional wife and her children with nothing. Yet she cannot commit adultery, instead she will have a divided heart. Whereas, the traditional wife has invested everything; emotions, money, mind and soul with her husband, she now keeps information about herself from him.
She withdraws, not physically, but mentally, so that her husband does not know what is going on in her heart. Where she used to do everything for him, she now begins to ask for his participation, and she does this subtly, not dramatically, so that the man may not notice the changes immediately. For instance, where she used to cook for him independently, she begins to ask for his financial contribution and, even if he refuses to assist her, the traditional wife will still feed him, but with minimal ingredients.
Where she used to give him big meat, she begins to cut the meat in cubes and if he complains, she apologizes. “I’m sorry, my husband. This is all I can afford for now.” She does not say, “Go meet your new wife to give you big meat,” because she understands that the nature of a man is to go to someone who gives him food, love and good sex, and not one who criticizes, complains and gripes.
Traditional African wives do not complain about the ugly characteristics of the other woman because, she knows if she does, not only will her husband not believe her, he will think she’s being jealous and is plotting to get rid of the new woman. So she tolerates the woman’s idiosyncrasies and allows the husband to observe her for himself.
Even if the husband complains about the new woman, the traditional wife will sympathise with her husband and will not say anything negative about her.” I’m sorry you feel that way about her…I sympathize with you…Oh, no….” The traditional wife observes and learns from what her husband says about the new woman. If he complains that, “She frowns too much… she’s crabby in the morning….” The traditional wife learns to improve on these things.
Traditional wives do not complain about their husbands to his friends or to her family, because she knows people exaggerate and sometimes complaining make things worse. As long as her life is not in danger, she prays and makes the best of her situation. “It’s all right,” she says and begins to sing, to lift up her spirits not to put the other woman down, but to lift up her household. “E go be alright… e go better.” But these are the characteristics of traditional African women. What about modern day African women?
Most modern African wives work and leave their children to baby-sitters so they do not create time to teach their children the values that their traditional mothers taught them. Some call these values, like staying with a polygamous husband, nonsense, ancient, uncivilized; therefore, they would divorce their husbands if they perceive he has a girlfriend, which they call cheating, a language that was not a part of traditional Africa.
Some would fight a woman, if they heard, even without proof, that the woman was their husband’s girlfriend. Many modern day African wives monitor every movement of their husbands. Some even sneak a peek at their husband’s cell phone and call every strange number they observe, yet men like freedom. When a man thinks he’s being watched, he becomes defensive and easily provoked at nothing, and constantly wants to be in control and exert authority. “I’m the man!” he says even when such a response is not necessary.
Traditional wives give their husbands freedom because they understand that whatever or whomever is pursued tends to run far, far away from you, but when you relax, watch and let freedom reign that thing or person runs after you. Traditional wives plan, remain married, and watch their children grow, and regardless of how bad a behaviour daddy displays, they hardly ever criticise him to their children.
They let the children grow up and observe things for themselves. And some of these children, having observed how daddy disregarded Mama, not only learned to treat their own wives better, they held their mothers in high esteem, making their mothers very comfortable in their old age, sometimes to the envy of daddy. But wait a minute, are traditional African women too patient, are they foolish, or have we, modern day African wives, simply forgotten how to be married? Just food for thought.
Dr. Turtoe-Sanders lives in the United States
- nigeriaplus.com

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    Life, Marriage And The Pursuit Of Sexiness



    I’ve learnt a humbling lesson in recent weeks. I’ve learnt that all the fuss I used to make about how I put effort into my looks for myself; how the male appreciation it garnered was pleasant but purely incidental for I was the focus of my efforts; how it was to make me feel good that I did it and all that jazz is precisely that: jazz. There apparently is not a word of truth to it.

    I’m trying to shed my maternity weight and I’ve done encouragingly well- 10 kilos in 4 weeks, with minimal exercise. Now I’ve got to the point that’s hardest – I no longer look appalling but I’m not as hot as I could be. It is tough because even if I never got any slimmer, I wouldn’t look bad- as my friend Liz put it- ‘for someone who has had two kids’. But seeing as I’ve never been able to content myself with being average –except in maths- that I look decent for ‘someone with 2 kids’ is not at all comforting. In fact it is downright depressing.

    If there is a downside to having a husband who likes me for more than my admittedly fly figure and active participation in all matters connubial it is that its bad for weight loss regimes. Indeed marriage in general is very hard on a girl’s quest for sexiness. How do you force yourself to pass up on that glorious meal being placed in front of him? Or walk away from that chocolate? Not only do you have someone constantly doing what you are, by dint of sheer force of will, avoiding, he also thinks you are fabulous though you are fat.

    I have had to concede that sexual admiration from men- in the plural- is a huge motivator, at least for me. It is hard to stay on the treadmill after the third minute when you know that all that exertion is for the appreciation of a single man who you have conquered already. I’ve never minced words about women who three years into marriage become frumps. Although I am now less puzzled by how that happens, I am no more empathetic. I maintain that it is good for a man never to be overly confident of his hold on his woman even in long term relationships. It keeps a bit of the chase in the game and the chase has a certain je ne sais quoi that is exciting for both the hunter and the prey. So I intend to continue to incite sexual interest and invitations even if I never take any up. To do that I must shed my fat, not because I believe fat women can’t get a man but because everyone, man or woman, has a size at which they hit maximum confidence in personal sex appeal; mine just happens to be a 10.

    Today I took my first post pregnancy picture. Hunger is such an unpleasant thing and ignoring it is no easy job so I had started to weaken a little. Not to mention that all the surprised approving exclamations regarding my current borderline size12 were getting to my head. I was starting to feel quite the slender lissome one, my vigilance was slipping away. I have in the last week eaten supper late twice, cheese once and chocolate twice- the second time Maltesers. All of which are a far cry from the unrelenting bredze totoe and nkatse (roasted plantain with groundnuts) lunch and -if hunger overcame discipline – the meager supper that sucked those ten kilos off my body.

    Considering the effort I put into the pre-picture preening I think my expectation of a wall-worthy piece was not unreasonable. Imagine my shame and disappointment when the most eye-catching thing in the photo was the massive arm which but for its attachment to a restraining ball joint might easily have been Captain Caveman’s cudgel.

    Now a good deal of my resolve is restored. As the delectable and beautifully presented dinner was set out at table tonight, I held the CCC (Captain Caveman’s Cudgel) moment at the front of my mind’s eye and though I was not strong enough to spin on my heel and walk away from temptation, I stooped only to cereal- poor comfort when juxtaposed with the grilled-to-perfection fresh fish.

    Cost what it will I will become that 10. Already there’s a new undercurrent of excitement and sexual tension with my husband. I doubt we will ever relive the scorching highs of our love’s first flames but if we both put enough effort into it, we should have sufficient fuel to keep the embers hot as long as it takes. I am in no doubt that two months after I’ve got where I want to be I will have lost all insight into the mental workings of the frumpy wife. My voice will carry, when speaking of them, a genuine bafflement and, I imagine, superciliousness at their sorry state. I feel no shame in this pomposity. Why should I? Everyone who has ever subjected themselves to the oppression of self-control and the drudgery of exercise will agree, I’m certain, that I am not only allowed, I am entitled.
     
    source: http://www.obaatan.blogspot.com/ Nana blogs about motherhood from ghana

    Friday 11 November 2011

    Cloth Diapers, Nappies & More


    Babies get through nappies at a startling rate and, as they grow so quickly, they seem to be constantly changing clothing size. With babies growing at different rates and being different sizes to start with, how can you ensure you get the right fit of nappies and baby clothes?

    Nappies
    These days there are so many different nappies on the market that it’s hard to know where to start! The two main types of nappies are disposable and real cloth nappies, but within both these types there are all sorts of different sizes, fits and cuts.

    Some nappies are sold to fit babies from birth to potty training age, whereas others have different age guidelines on them. Although the idea of one size fits all from birth to potty training may work for some, it’s inevitable that as babies grow, the fit of a nappy will change and it may be better and more comfortable to move to a bigger size.

    Buying the most suitably sized nappy for the age of your baby will help you make sure you get the right fit. The sizes used on nappies vary depending on the manufacturer, as different brands use different sizing. As a rough guide, some of the big nappy manufacturers use numbers to represent the sizes and tie it in with the weight of a baby. For example:

    Size 1 – suitable for newborn babies weighing 2-5kg / 4-11lbs

    Size 2 – suitable for newborn babies weighing 3-6kg / 7-12lbs

    Size 3 – suitable for babies weighing 5-9kg / 11-20lbs

    Size 4 – suitable for babies weighing 8-14kg / 18-31lbs

    Size 5 – suitable for babies weighing 12kg+ / 27lbs+

    The above should only be used as a rough guide, as you’ll find the exact weights and sizes do vary considerably between different brands and different types of nappies. In order to achieve the best fit of nappy for your baby, it’s worth trying out some different brands and seeing what seems to work best. Then as your baby grows, you can move up through the different sizes until they eventually grow out of nappies altogether.

    Baby Clothes
    On the surface, baby clothes may seem a simple matter. Like clothes for adults, they’re sold in set sizes, but with more increments and different sizes available. When your baby is newborn, you buy newborn clothes, and as they grow you move up to the next size.

    In theory, it sounds easy, but like adults, babies grow at different rates and are born weighing varying amounts. So what fits snugly on one baby, may not fit so well on another.

    The key to getting the right fit with baby clothes is to be guided in part by the clothes sizing, but not rigidly. If you’re buying clothes before your baby is born, try and avoid buying tons of items for 0-3 month olds, as it’s hard to know exactly how big your baby will be when born. Whilst some tiny babies happily wear age 0-3 month clothes for the full three months, others may quickly grow out of them or even find they’re not that well fitting when they’re first born.

    By all means do stock up on some essential items, but don’t go mad and buy loads, as you may find they don’t fit rather more rapidly than you’d imagined. Choosing some 3-6 month old clothes may be worthwhile and give a bit more growing space.

    Some parents feel a bit embarrassed to be buying clothes aimed at older babies when they’re still young and nowhere near the size guideline. However, there’s no need to feel embarrassed. It’s better that your baby wears comfortable, well fitting clothes, rather then being squashed into something that doesn’t fit, and if that means purchasing items aimed at older babies, then so be it. After all, the sizes are only there as a guideline and can vary considerably between different clothing brands and styles.

    Thursday 10 November 2011

    What Is In A Name?

    This is an interesting piece on how ghanainas have different names. 1 individual can have about 6 names. I myself is an example of that. I have about 6 names that I would have to do a blog post on it to explain it all. Read this peace by Nana and how she does not even know the real name of her hired house help.


    Source http://www.obaatan.blogspot.com/

    At my mother’s inaugural, she talked about the peculiarly Ghanaian habit of having 50 names: the school name, Christian name, pet name, home name, nick name, and sometimes hidden name, all this before the surname. The school name is the name on your school’s register, the Christian name is what you get at baptism, especially true of Catholics. Your home name-what they call you at home- often a day name. Your hidden name- you don’t really hide it. Its just so deep into the arrangement that it doesn’t come up in casual introductions. It is considered your “real” name. Then comes your surname and finally your nick name. So you have Clarence John Kofi Abaka Egyir Sackey alias (SWAGGA). Add to this length our puzzling hobby of rearranging the names every so often for no particular reason. So that John Abaka Sackey, Clarence Kofi Sackey, John Egyir Sackey, Clarence Kofi Egyir Abaka Sackey are all the same person. We all laughed as she talked about the kind of confusion that this causes. I don’t know about others but I haven’t done anything about my own name puzzle. My trip to the bank this week gave me reason to remember this lecture and this time not with a chortle.

    I always encourage my help to save. We open an account and they deposit however much they want in it every month. I got a new girl two months ago and last week I finally got round to taking her to the bank. As she is illiterate I had to help her fill the form. That is when I discover that the young lady I know as Maame Afia Nyarko is not called Afia at all. In fact she is not even Akan. She is actually called Fatima Iddrissu. I felt really rather betrayed. When I hired her I asked her name and she told me Maame Afia Nyarko. I assumed ‘Nyarko’ was her surname. It could as easily be her middle name. Its one of those few unisex Akan names. She did tell me she was Northern but was born and raised in Kumasi and I was content to leave it at that. So I guess it serves me right if I learn her real name only thanks to a bank form.

    I’ve since been reflecting on our relations with domestic staff. Guess what? I find I don’t know the name of my father’s watchman beyond Razak. His gardener is just Divine. I know his housekeeper’s full name. But I don’t know where she lives and she’s been with them for 3 years. My gardener is Alhassan. My nanny has a guardian here in Accra whom I know. But beyond vague hand gestures and area names, I have no idea how to find her.

    I don’t know that this bad behaviour is typical of Ghanaians/Ghanaians with domestic staff. I do know that it is typical of me. Usually I know the names and surnames of my help. I take a picture of them so if they ever go missing –or run away with my children- I can make an effective report. But I think now that perhaps I am not sufficiently informed about who they are.

    I wonder, is this a remnant of the trusting nature that small town life has bred in all of us? Or just a lapse in vigilance and courtesy? These are after all people who come into contact with my family, my person and my food. One would expect me to have a more vigorous screening system and a bit more interest in their life stories. Whatever it is. It has to go. It is great folly indeed.

    As if to drive home the lesson, she ran away only a few days later. Since my aunt had asked me the day before her great getaway if I knew she was pregnant, I have taken that to be the reason for her hasty departure. But the point it makes is this. Had she ran off while alone in the house with one of the boys, could I have found her? The answer is no. I didn’t know her real name till only a few days before. I certainly didn’t know where she went off to on her day off. The person who found her for me didn’t know her either; she was referred to him by a work colleague, on a construction site. Where would I even have begun?!

    A scare - even to the foolish- should be enough. And indeed it suffices for me. Pressed as I am these days for time, I will go with Veronica soon to her aunt’s house. And when I find a replacement, I will do the same with her too. It’s a wonder and blessing, we’ve escaped tragedy for so long. But from now, it’s a new order. I am going to invent a screening and tracking system so tight the CIA will want it. It’ll take some work around here. But no worries, I’ll get around the obstacles. If ever you hear I’ve helped the Police track my former staff who stole my headgear and ran off to hide in the Wassa area, know that is wasn’t by sheer luck.

    Mama, my friend and confidant

    By MissMaxy www.missmaxy.blogspot.com

    She's prayed with me in the wee hours of the night
    She's hugged me and wiped my tears
    She's given me advice and spoken words of wisdom
    Her faith has carried me through
    Her beliefs have challenged mine
    Her life has been a living example to me
    Oh mother of mine who feels my pain
    Mother dearest who weeps and griefs with me
    Mother who's empathy is beyond my understanding
    May all who have an encounter with you
    Know the love you give without reservation
    May those who have none get to know mine
    I pray for love as deep and passionate as yours for my child

    First Lady Takes Maternal Mortality Campaign Nation-Wide


    The First Lady, Dr. Mrs. Ernestina Naadu Mills, on Tuesday embarked on a campaign of the nation in the Upper East regional capital Bolgatanga, to vigorously fight maternal mortality across all corners of the country.
    The campaign dubbed ‘Campaign for Accelerated Reduction of Maternal Mortality in Africa (CARMMA)’ will focus on harnessing all resources possible to end the unfortunate manner women in developing countries particularly Ghana lose their lives during child birth, as well as increase the awareness on need for the adoption of anti-natal, delivery and post-natal care by professionals.
    The first lady in her opening remarks reminded society of its sacred responsibility to ensure that no woman must face her untimely death in the process of giving another life. She said, building on one of the global campaign strategies of mobilizing political commitment and support of key stakeholders including national authorities and communities to mobilize additional domestic resources in support of maternal and new-born health must not be left in the hands of an individual.
    Dr. Mrs. Ernestina Naadu Mills also expressed worry about how most maternal mortality cases are recorded in the very deprived and remote parts of the country. She particularly tasked the Municipal and District Assemblies to ensure that support is provided for expectant mothers who live in such remote and deprived communities.
    During a discussion session, the first lady called upon district policy makers to share information and ideas in bringing to an end maternal mortality cases. She expressed faith in the campaign and said with an all hands on deck approach Ghana and Africa as a whole can achieve success in this noble course of fighting maternal mortality.

    Source: http://www.ghanaweb.com/

    Wednesday 9 November 2011

    My Ghanaian Birth Story

    I have always wanted to make an account of how my daughter was born but I never got to it. I guess now is my chance to do just that. My child arrived on a Monday October 26, 2009 and this is how it all happened
                                                                  Pregnant @ 6months

                                                                      6months into pregnancy

    I have been having really strong contractions from the previous day. My original due date was oct 27, so my daughter came a day early.
    On the night of 25th which was a sunday about 9 pm my partner ( lets call him C ) left for work. I was craving banku and hot pepper so i went to the kitchen to find whats available. There was no banku but thankfully we had kenkey. I had the kenkey with hot pepper and sardines.. it was the best meal i would have for the next 48 hrs.
    After eating I layed down on the couch to watch TV and the I felt a really sharp pains across my belly. The pains were painful lol. It was sharp and felt like a stabing. It was on and off. It would come for about every 30 mins then as time progresses it got closer, like 10 mins intervals. So the contractions kept getting stronger and stronger. I tried to do everything I was taught in pre-natal class. I would take deep breaths during contactions but it was not helping. I filled the tub with water and sat in there but that did not help much. I knew I was experiencing labour so hard to call for help. C was at work so i called his work could not speak to him so just left a message saying they should let him know its an emergency and he must come home immediately. My hospital bags was already pack so I was ready to go. Within 30 mins C was home and I just said lets go. I could not say much to him because the pain was too much. He picked the bags and off we went to the the hospital. We arrived at abot 12:45 am.
    When we arrived, they had to check my cervix for dilation. ( That was not pretty at all, with so much pain you already enduring then you get 5 fingers sticked all the way up in your vigina. Oh women what we go through)  I was 4 cm dilated and they decided to keep me. I would have hate to have been sent home at that time with a false alarm sign. lol
    Soon after I get a bed, the labour pains keeps getting sharper and sharper, at this point i was crying like a baby, and screaming. My nurse asked if i wanted Epidural...  She did not complete the sentence and I was like yes please and as quickly as possible. After signing some forms, the anesthetician injected my epidural, and it was the best feeling ever. The pain was gone all of a sudden, like magic. It was about 4 am at this time and felt the urge to sleep. I was numb from waist to toe and did not feel anything. C slept beside me on the floor.

            At about 7:30 am, the nurses woke us up and said it was time to have a baby. My water had not broken so they broke it manually. I was still feeling numb and felt no contractions. The monitor showed i was contacting though. So i got ready to push. I was not feeling the urge to push because of the epidural, i pushed on the nurses command. After about 12 pushes, Narkie was born at 9:10 am on a monday, just like mommy. She arrived safely and healthy weighing 7.5 oz. She was pretty big for my size. C cut the umblical cord and the nurses gave her to me. She was beautiful, looked more like dad. i was the happiest woman on earth at that moment.
    They took her away for bath while I was getting sewn up of my 2nd degree wounds. She was returned soon after and we were moved into a healing ward. I was discharged the next day.


                                                              At the hospital



    1 day old

    1st bath

                                                                        2 days old

    Tuesday 8 November 2011

    Divorce Painful Option for An African woman - Why?

    Source  http://www.omoyankee.com/



    We’ve been going through this for months. At first I was happy to be there for Uche as a friend, but now I don’t even know what to say.
    We went to  college together and have been close friends from the very first day we met. Since we were small girls, we shared our dreams, hopes, and desires with one another in confidence.
    When we graduated, moved to different states and fell in love with our men, we ran up our phone bills because we had to share every juicy tidbit of our romances with each other. Her wedding was beautiful and extravagant and she looked like a princess in her wedding gown.
    In the past 2 years though, we have somewhat drifted apart and have not kept in touch as well as we used to. Uche changed in little ways over the years and something just didn’t feel right. She’s canceled plans to get together at the last minute, she’s evasive when I ask about her family and often appears without her significant other at events (if she makes it).
    A few months ago, she confided in me that she was in an abusive relationship. Her husband was openly cheating on her, had stayed out for days at a time,  neglected the domestic bills and most recently slapped her into a concussion when she confronted him about his behavior.
    Even after we had a soul searching conversation where she revealed details of the conflicts in her marriage, she still made excuses for her husband’s poor behavior, making comments like “You know how African men are.” Yes, I do know how some African men are, but I also know many responsible, loving and respectful African men.
    It’s difficult trying to be there for Uche but not being able to help in any tangible way. “I cannot understand the dynamics of your relationship with your husband” I told her, “I don’t know how he makes you feel at night, when it’s just the two of you, or what motivates you to stay.
    Oh, please,” she responded, “It’s not about that,” alluding to sex.
    According to her, she had confided in her parents, who have advised her to behave herself and hang in there.  Her pastor had also promised God’s intervention. Uche confided her deepest fear: that the situation might come to divorce  which “is too shameful.
    She is shamed, angry, scared and feeling like a failure. In spite of prayers and hope, the situation only seems to get worse.
    Uche is an established and intelligent physician with many successes under her belt, but now even her career is being affected. She is distracted during surgeries and recently had her privileges reviewed by the hospital peer review committee due to performance issues. How did she get into this situation and why is divorce so daunting?
    I spoke to a few African women about divorce and here are some of their views on why some African women do not see divorce as a viable option.
    The stigma of shame:
    People might consider me a failure if I divorce this man. We had a big wedding and folks will think I was not able to keep the marriage
    Fear of being alone:
    I feel like used goods. Who is going to have me? What if I am unable to find another man?
    Religion:
    God does not like divorce and I don’t want to go against the will of God
    Kids:
    I have to stay with him for the sake of the children
    Money:
    How will I survive? he is taking care of me and paying my bills.
    Self-Esteem:
    I know it’s my fault. If I was a more docile wife, maybe he would be a better husband. I have to keep trying…
    Culture:
    You know African men, that is just how they are..
    I’m scared that the “perfect advice” that Uche is looking to me for might come too late. What if he hits her too hard one day, what if she can’t be fixed? What if he brings home something more than lipstick stains on his shirt collar? What if one day he brings home a fatal STD? Will I be able to keep praying and hoping while her life wastes away? My dear friend has already been scarred and has lost the sparkle in her spirit, all I see now in her eyes are the dying embers of hope.
    Let us consider the costs of remaining a victim in this type of situation.
    If you have children, is victimhood what you want them to model? How do you want to be seen? Do you realize that as a victim you have no power to change your life?
    Remaining a victim is a very bleak picture.
    Think of all the decisions and choices you make during the course of a day. Are they moving you away from being a victim or keeping you stuck there?
    Stop and think before you make important and even not so important decisions or choices. Our choices define us and determine the course of our life.

    BabyFest Ghana "Yes I am Pregnant 2012 Event"

    Baby Event Happening in Ghana. Go to http://www.ticklzngigglz.com/ for more informatin

    "Yes i am pregnant! 2012! --It's the most exciting and interactive baby to toddler Festival-Marketplace ever to arrive in Ghana being organized by Ticklz N' Gigglz events and consulting. With a combination of our signature events which consists of a pageant (The "PUSH" pageant), summit (BabySUMMIT) and a fair (BabyFAIR), BabyFEST Ghana 2012 offers baby advice and shopping all under one roof engaging prospective parents, new parents, baby lovers to celebrate everything baby to toddler using recreation, education and health interactive activities to showcase "The first step to Bump, Push & Giggles! This is going to be the most sought after baby to toddler event ever in Ghana! This will be an annual festival which will be targeted towards, prospective mothers, new mothers, parents and baby lovers.
    This festival will offer advice and shopping all under one roof, enabling attendees to discover services, information and available products as they walk through exhibition stands covering everything from Pregnancy, Birth, Babies to Toddlers.
    With the official endorsement of the Ministry of Health and awaiting the endorsement of distinguished local and international organizations, this festival will combine Education, Recreation and Wellness to showcase and celebrate the beauty of motherhood and the art of parenting. These events further aims to help achieve the Millennium Development Goals (MDG's) i.e. Reduce child mortality improve maternal healthy, Promote gender equality and empower women. BabyFEST Ghana 2012 will also launch a campaign to raise the awareness of pre-mature babies in our community and medical malpractices which have caused the death of many mothers during childbirth. Babies are born every second but whether planned or unplanned, it is important that every baby is treated with the utmost care. Paying careful attention to babies and their development is a long-term investment every parent needs to make.


    What happens at BabyFEST
    • Seminars/Speakers
    • Product Demonstrations
    • Informational Tables
    • Product sales
    • Interactive "Games"
    • Displays
    • Brochure Distribution
     

    Monday 7 November 2011

    Children Play Area in Accra Mall

    If you are in accra and looking for somewhere to take the kids, check out the indoor playground at Accra Mall. They will love it. Gone are the days where the we used to play in the sand with our sticks and tins role playing as mommy and daddy.
    Here are some pictures of the kids playing. enjoy






    Sunday 6 November 2011

    Never give Up Hope

    In life, we all walk through valleys and peak summits, taking what we can from each experience and becoming who we ultimately are today. 
    Although hardships are part of life, and we all carry the weight of disappointments or failures on our shoulders, there are some people for whom life seems to have been particularly difficult. And yet, it is often these people who shed the most light, who give the most of themselves, who lighten the load that others have to bear.
    Gloria Doku is one of those people. 

    Aged 42, Gloria is happily married to Michael, also 42 years old, and she is the managing director of a successful events and décor company. She is mother to their beautiful son, nine-month-old Nana, and a ten-year-old adopted daughter, Eunice, whose mother passed away four years ago. Gloria seems to have it all and, indeed she will tell you, in as many ways as there are words that she's blessed. Everything about Gloria radiates wisdom, a peaceful calm, an acceptance and gratitude that is inspiring. 

    But this inspirational woman has travelled a difficult road, one filled with loss, pain, and the bereavement that only a mother who's lost a child can know. Despite all of this, Gloria remains positive and reminds herself of what she has, instead of dwelling on what she has lost. She explains how her life has always been serious and she never had time to play around, because she was continuously on the path towards bettering herself through education while working temporary jobs to pay the bills.
    She was also thrust into motherhood when her sister passed away, leaving children behind that needed to be cared for. The first serious and painful hurdle that Gloria faced was the attempt to fall pregnant. 

    Saturday 5 November 2011

    Settle Now or Wait for the right man to come?? Women Palaver


    My ghanaian ladies, what are you worth? If you know what you are worth, then i say you must wait and not settle.

    Pregnancy & Birth Myths in Ghana

    Here are some myths about birth and pregnancy i found online

     

    • Eating eggs during pregnancy may cause a baby's skull to be too soft, which will cause headaches in the future.
    • Eating too many apples during pregnancy will cause the baby to grow too fat for birth.
    • Having intercourse during pregnancy may cause blindness; the belief is that semen will be deposited on the fetus' eyes and cause blindness.
    • Eating meat during pregnancy will cause a child to grow to be a thief.
    • At birth hot compresses may be applied to a baby's skull to deliberately mold the baby's skull to give it a "special" shape.
    • At birth hot compresses and herbal concoctions may be placed on a baby's skull to close the fontanel; it is believed that the open fontanel is caused by sickness.
    • Female babies are douched with warm water, sometimes hot water, because of a belief that the vulva is sore after birth.
    • Because women do not know how to properly position and attach babies on the breast, infants often suffer from marasmus, or protein-energy starvation; women believe that this condition is a spiritual affliction given to the baby while in utero.
    • Many women, even those who intend to breastfeed exclusively, believe that when a baby hiccups he or she needs water to stop the hiccups.
    • During labor when a mother's body is massaged the blood vessels in the baby's eyes may rupture, causing blood to collect in his or her eyes.
    • A common belief is that at eight months the fetus dissolves into blood and at nine months it reforms before birth. Therefore, some women believe that having an abortion at eight months is safe. This practice often results in death.
    • Women have expressed the belief that when they vomit during labor that they are vomiting amniotic fluid.
    • Many women insert herbs into the vagina to deliberately dry the natural vaginal secretions with the view that men will enjoy intercourse more; this practice increases the risk of lacerations and thereby transmission of HIV.
    • Some women have expressed the belief that when they use an IUD for family planning the device may travel to their heart and cause heart problems.
    • Women often believe that the symptoms of menopause are caused by a spiritual curse.
    • Some HIV-infected men will seek out sexual relations with virgins; they believe that HIV can be cured through intercourse with a virgin.
    • Men often believe that the gender of their baby is determined by the mother, which causes conflict when his desires are not met.
    • Some women believe that their fertile vaginal mucous secretions, which appear during ovulation, are a sign of infection and therefore make a conscious effort to wash and dry away the secretions. This causes some women to have difficulty conceiving.