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‘Echoes of Fate’ Part 1: Rope of Hope



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My name is Momodu Yakubu. My mother, Humu, used to be a tremendous trader in “gari” and tobacco, and my father , Momodu , was a respected peasant farmer. My mother used to occasionally travel to Bolgatanga with her business associate with huge heap of closely packed bags of gari in a cargo for sale. I am the first child, followed by two girls, Nuria and Jamila, and a boy, Abdulrahman (one after the other with at least two years interval between us), in my nuclear family. My mother suffered a crippling loss in her business and couldn’t recover ever since.

There was a woman from Bolgatanga who used to bring money to my mother to buy Gari for her and later come for it in a huge cargo. This business was booming and expanding with increasing velocity. Within four months, about five vehicles of enormous size could be heavily loaded to the brim with Gari enroute to Bolgatanga. This woman would then transport these loads across boarder to ivory coast and Burkina Faso for sale. My mother had worked with her for close to a decade.

Oneday, the woman suffered mild uneasiness and visited the local clinic in our area – she had come to buy Gari as usual. She was diagnosed with diabetes and was told to visit a bigger hospital for treatment upon her return to Bolgatanga. Heartbreakingly, she died after two weeks of her return to Bolgatanga. And with her death followed the gari business – my mother’s most valuable stream of income dried up when she thought the business was in its rainy season. Some destructive consequences of the woman’s death soon followed; a devastating crop of dispairing experiences quickly emerged and surrounded my family. My mother lived in a prolonged state of increasing grief; she cried for several weeks and became sick. She almost lost her sanity.

Because the nature of my mother’s business meant that she always had money on her, even if it wasn’t a high pile, her crisis brought about crashes of hope in my home. My father farming to feed the family was always going to pose problems, not only because it takes seasons for yams and cassavas to grow and be ready for sale or domestic consumption, but also because he wasn’t a large scale farmer.


You see, my dear, I had a lofty dream of becoming an academic giant in African history. This dream was inspired by my reading of a certain big book, THE DESTRUCTION OF THE BLACK CIVILIZATION, authored by a certain African American academician, Chancellor Williams. I found this book in our District Library (I am, dear reader, going to use District and Constituency interchangeably throughout this narration, but my use of District will be prevalent) but could not read it all, by then, because of its size. I read this very short and particularly touching conversation in the opening pages of the book:

‘”What became of the Black People of Sumer?” the traveller asked the old man, “for ancient records show that the people of Sumer were Black. What happened to them?” “Ah,” the old man sighed.” “They lost their history, so they died” A Sumer Legend.’

I was very young, but this book altered my view on life, especially when the author said:
For, having read everything about the African race that I could get my hands on, I knew even before leaving high school that (1)The Land of the Blacks was not only the “cradle of civilization” itself but that the Blacks were once the leading people on earth; (2) that Egypt once was not only all black, but the very name “Egypt” was derived from the Blacks; (3) and that the Blacks were the pioneers in the sciences, medicine, architecture, writing, and were the first builders in stone, etc. The big unanswered question, then, was what had happened? How was this highly advanced Black Civilization so completely destroyed that its people, in our times and for some centuries past, have found themselves not only behind the other peoples of the world, but as well, the color of their skin a sign of inferiority, bad luck, and the badge of the slave whether bond or free?

This book fanned the fire that burned the dry grasses of a feeling of inferiority in my heart and turned the burned futile field of self hate into a wet fertile soil of curiosity, selflove and serious academic ambition. By having a keen interest in school and Africa, the dream began to flower with power into reality. I wanted to become someone with mastery of the knowledge of African history. I wanted to impact lives and become a symbol of enlightenment, like Dr. Kwame Nkrumah is a symbol of African freedom and unity. I wanted to one day research into African traditions and culture, and author Encyclopedia Africana. I was designed to become a pacesetting giant. I thought I was right, for the light of my dream was very bright, but fear of what lies ahead consumed me after my mother’s debacle. I wished there was a way of resurrecting my mother’s dead business, so I could chase my dream without having to worry about who helped home.

Elderly sons are like second-parents in most families in my community: they have to strive hard, sometimes sacrificing their dreams in order to cater and push the younger ones ahead. Women were not given much priority because they would soon marry and start new families with their husbands elsewhere. When I was about fifteen, because my mother’s business collapsed and my father alone couldn’t feed the family, even after I passed my Basic Education Certificate Examination (BECE), I was asked to quit school and help raise the younger ones. My dream started to fall in tatters.


My dear, it was not for nothing that I had lofty ambitions, for I was one of the very few students who could read and write in my Local Authority (LA) primary school by the time I completed primary six. As for understanding what we read, that was another matter. Just being able to read and write was a big deal, and if you could read and write, you were mostly given the task of writing names of late comers or being made the school’s prefect or being associated with something noble. The task of writing names of late comers mostly fell on my shoulders. I came to be identified with writing names of late comers to the extent that almost every morning at Assembly my name was mentioned to present names of late comers.

Late comers are students who fail to come to school, according to the school’s regulations, by 7:00am. Given that I was the writer of names, I was obviously expected not to be late. But sometimes, and those times were rare, when I happen to be late, someone had to fill my void and write the names. Being a writer of late comers, I was almost always the determinant of who gets punished for coming to school late – usually the punishment comes in the form of six lashes on the victim’s buttocks. This somehow gave me an evil appearance in the imagination of fellow students, as I was later informed.

I was usually forgiven by the writers who fill my void when I happen to be late, but on one odd occasion of unfortunate privilege, a class five student named Nyamekyɛ was asked to write names of late comers. The boy wrote names, among which my name featured, and submitted to the teacher on duty that week.

At the morning assembly, the boy who wrote the names of late comers was called, in front of a parade of students in long stretches of rows, to mention names of those who were late. At the mention of my name, a loud collective shout of satisfactory triumph from students filled the air. Their most detestable enemy has been captured.
As I walked in anger to recieve my punishment of six lashes, delusion of reprieve conquered me, for I suddenly got the feeling that the teacher was going to forgive me. Every step towards the teacher increased this delusion – even if the teacher on duty’s no-nonsense temprement was a phenomenon to which everyone at the school had become accustomed. The teacher, however, stood with surprising ease; his left hand in his pocket whiles communicating with his right hand, which held a cane with the sort of sinister capable of frightening the hardest of hearts.

The teacher, slim and tall with dark, very-bushy mustache that would invite Albert Einstein to mind, did not have a sense of fashion that places the need on me to describe it as great, and his old, brown lacoste and blue over-sized jeans that morning are testaments to that. On one occasion, he wore a trouser that was torn at the knee level that looked more like a rag and, just imagine, XXL T-shirt, which did not help matters, for, by comparison, a scarecrow should be proud of its looks. In short, he usually dresses like he doesn’t received salary.


He was also a chronic drunkard, famed for always having a cane in his hand wherever he went on campus and his knowledge of science and maths. Just the sight of him sent chills down the spines of students. Severe fear appear to overtake onlookers whenever he holds a cane to punish wrongdoers.

As I approached him, a lazy smile spread slowly across his face, first with sympathy, then mockingly; an indication of lurking danger. He directed me to bend until my fingers could touch my toes. My shoes were very large – in fact, too large for my feet to fit properly in them – and I held the front side of their end where my toes were to fit.

To my buttocks, he administered six lashes. These lashes were so hot, in fact, that it was with extreme willpower and self-control that I avoided shedding tears. The pain manifested itself on my face; I could hear students giggling and laughing, and my heart became flooded with rivers of bitterness, within which forgiveness drowned and beyond which banks forgetfulness ceased to exist.

The lashes left prints of swollen stripes on my buttocks, and I kept massaging my buttocks for close to two hours. Consequently, it was with great spirit of endurance that I managed to sit on my desk in class, even so I couldn’t sit upright. I was always turning my buttocks this way and that way to avoid too much contact with the desk. The pain was so much, for two weeks I felt its presence.

To such an extent was the depth of the pain that I concluded that the student who wrote my name had debt to pay. Accordingly, I started thinking of mounting a revenge against the student, but later thought it uncivilized. However, I did not follow my thoughts, my emotions were too strong and, burning with vindictive fury, I started including his name among late comers, whether he came to school late or not. I changed the time to suit my agenda; whether it was 7:00am or not, if I came to school before this boy, he was late. The poor boy suffered a series of serious pain each morning at assembly for almost a month before I stopped including his name. But today, as I narrate this, my heart is swallowed by regret.


During break hour at school, especially Fridays, we play football together. Football of any kind was so rare then that if one had it one was treated like a king by one’s peers. We used to play a plastic ball, which had both soft and hard parts, with an even harder part; a thin line that melted to hold the soft and hard parts together. If one was not careful and one hits the thin hard part, one was sure to get injured, and getting injured then was as common as money was rare. There was only one professional leather football in the whole village, and it was owned my the town team – the result of an excruciating toil.

Sometimes after we break from school, fights breakout among us for causes of varying factors. These fights were mostly settled by wrestling. Wrestling was used among us to determine who was stronger than the other. It was a principal part of our culture.

Aliu was a boy of some two years ahead of my age. He was a boy of frightening aggression and explosive temperament, which was made worse by the fact that his most furnished gift was his great ability in wrestling. Maybe his wrestling prowess influenced his temper, because Aliu really loved fighting. Whenever and wherever there was a fight, he was almost always there as a protagonist. He was a stocky chap with some large bulging eyes, and what he lacked in stature, he made up for in strategy.

Having defeated many boys older than himself, Aliu had taken a permanent residence in our imaginations and came to be seen as a walking definition of a great wrestler. He was an always-aggressive and usually-technical wrestler, one with regular application of his brain over his brawn, and because of his outstanding ability, he managed to pull off some incredible victories against the odds in many battles. But, distinguished as he was both by the superiority of his skills and the ferocity of his aggression – plus his easily eruptive temperament – Aliu had one poor property; he lacked stamina. So for wrestlers who came on Aliu with a defensive approach, he usually struggled or get defeated. But it’s easier said than done. Defending against Aliu is sometimes worse than attacking, as I later found out.

One afternoon when we closed from school, the stage was set for Aliu and I. He wanted to join us to play football at school during break time, to which the ball owner objected – this triggered Aliu’s much familiar but greatly feared anger. He said if he would not be allowed to play, no one would play, which forced unanimous screams of disapproval from us.


Among my age group, I was the most trusted and most proficient wrestler, equipped with both stamina and technical skills in equal measure; the closest thing to Aliu with an added advantage of stamina, but even my closeness was not close enough; the gulf in quality between Aliu and I was huge – he was that good and demonstrated his competence in various styles. When Aliu talked and I was the only one whose reply matched both the mood of his tone and his choice of words, I knew, and my colleagues too knew, that there would be a fight on our way home after we closed from school. So that was it, the way home would be a fitting arena for a grand wrestling showdown.

After school, Aliu approached me and started threatening me. My friends knew about only one outcome should I cross swords with him; I would be defeated, so they employed the service of their efforts to try to prevent Aliu from coming too close to me. But Aliu was as slippery as okro soup and so he eluded them and confronted me face to face. We stood staring at each other, with Aliu breathing threateningly. Then he pushed me and I returned the push, rather tamely. The murderous reaction my push inspired in him quickly offered a convincing argument to me that cowardice would not be my way to salvation on that occasion.

He burst forth with brute force. He charged towards me violently, teeth clenched, and I also charged towards him fiercely and fearlessly and, like gladiators of Medieval Europe, we collided. The wrestling was on!

I started on the defensive and sought to block his moves. But showing a demolishing attacking efficiency on a scale that saps opponents’ energy rapidly and render them handicapped quickly, a defensive approach against Aliu invites more danger. Being fully focused and directing all my efforts towards avoiding a defeat became my premier purpose – I needed to be at my maximum competence to achieve that, even if it meant employing risky tactics.

But it was not as if being defeated by Aliu would be shameful to me, for the young chap had defeated many men mightier than I, and so it was a mismatch that I was even contesting him. I had nothing at all to lose against such a colossal wrestler, but I was defending as if the future of humanity depended on the outcome of the contest; as if I needed to avoid a defeat by all means to prevent humanity from immediate extinction.


But who would not offer stiff resistance against Aliu’s relentless attacks – attacks that were so violent in quality and extremely ferocious in degree that they demanded an abnormally high use of effort from me to endure. Right from the onset of the battle, it was clear that we both had the motive to win, but only Aliu had the means to achieve his aim.

Our friends formed a sort of circle around us with the way they positioned themselves while issuing various helpful tactical instructions to us. The circle they formed influenced the movement of we the combatants somewhat, and the wrestling became like a hell in a cell kind of battle, but only without a bell, or a belt. Only occasionally did we show the propensity to go outside of that circle our friends formed, and that was when Aliu’s blistering burst of aggressive swirling and pushing of me became too much for me to control my movement properly. At their most effective, the speed and scale plus the force and fury of his pushes and swirls made my feet move so painfully swift that I thought the ground was slippery – like we were battling on titled floor on which water has been poured.

While the contest proceeded, my little brother kept bemoaning my lack of attacking display and lamenting my constant use of defense. “Yakubu, you are too defensive? You are fighting as if he is better than you.” My brother said, to which he got a cold reply from an older boy.

“Only if you know whom he is wrestling with, you won’t be saying this nonsense. You think he is wrestling with Aremeyaw, ehn?” The older boy said. Aremeyaw was the oldest guy among us, about four years older than me, but he was also the weakest. Even children of my younger brother’s age could boast of success over him in fights.
Almost immediately after my brother’s comments, Aliu knelt down with one leg while holding me, like he was about to beg a lady to marry him. This technique was meant to lure me into believing I could easily cover and press him to the ground with overpowering force. If I tried it, he would get up at once carrying me in a helpless position around his neck like a hunter carries an animal around his neck after killing it.

Knowing this trick very well, I refused to be baited. As he knelt, I stood still and refused to move an inch. This worried him, but he had faith in that trick and kept kneeling, this time waiting for my vigilance to sleep so he could get up at once and push me and try simultaneously to lock my leg(s) with his. But I remained alert like a security guard of World Bank and the disappointed Aliu stood up. The battle continued.


We had agility as our common denominator, but where Aliu exercised his dreaded aggression and showed superior finnese, mobility and enterprise, I countered with resilience and tenacity. He realized, consequently, that this daunting duel demanded more than diligent application of skillful marnovuers and aggressive utilization of muscle power. He realised that I was a man inspired, so he altered his tactics. But he might not have realized that his industry caused me troubles; I was greatly relieved when he changed his approach. However, there’s no respite in this contest. I was soon gasping for air as Aliu started pressing and stretching me beyond my limits. And when I refused to buckle under his sustained pressure, the foiled Aliu failed to maintain his momentum and his attack lost its potential.

We wrestled for close to an hour. The sun was scorching and the both of us were sweating profusely. But one of the reasons why the contest lasted that long was because I was defending more. In fact, defending was the only thing I was doing: before undertaking any attacking chores, I made sure I fulfilled my defensive duties. Combined with the foregoing reason was the fact that despite his dominance throughout the battle – the intolerable pressure to which he subjected me, his menacing display of a desire to decimate me and his constant pressing and continuous stretching of me – many spectators agreed that it was an occasion when Aliu did not touch his most devastating heights.

As the contest proceeded, I grew into it and abandoned my defensive approach. For the first time, my friends observed that I was trying to do something that resembled an attack. They could barely believe it. They could barely believe I was trying to do something to put the almighty Aliu to the ground. I pushed Aliu backwards with brute force to get him to commit mistakes in order to sentence him to defeat. My friends thought it was a moment befitting cheers, so they began to boost my morale by cheering me up. This unsettled Aliu, but my attempt was only vaguely threatening; in costly betrayal, my composure left me when I needed it most and Aliu exploded again in a series of blistering attacks that culminated in a glorious opportunity for him; he locked my left leg with his right leg and raised me. My only attempt at attack ended in trouble for me.

Everywhere became quiet as Aliu contemplated his next move. I was struggling to set myself free and regain my balance, but his passionate grip on me was so firm it was as if I forced my hands out of his, parts of my hands would cut and remain in his hands. Given these conditions, all possibilities of my avoiding a defeat vanished. I remained helpless in his hands. But in a dramatic, even miraculous, twist of fate, Aliu lost both his advantageous balance and his much needed composure. In his attempt to cause me greater damage than the laws of physics permitted – and contrary to the opinion of his capabilities – he tried to raise me to the limits of his hands and tilt himself backwards before throwing me forward to the ground. What the laws of physics prohibited, he thought his abilities permitted.

When he raised me a little beyond his chest region, the upper part of his body became exceedingly heavy – too heavy for him to avoid falling, and so the mighty Aliu; the all conquering wrestler with unquestionable right to wrestling authority, against the odds, awkwardly fell to the ground with me on top of him. The mighty has been defeated by the meek. My friends could barely control themselves. They quickly surrounded us and separated us, much to Aliu’s renewed energy and anger. From that day, Aliu lost his respect and suffered an erosion of confidence. Too much had cost him so much.


After the fight, my brain kept replaying the match and giving me solutions to some of the problems I faced during the duel. Many ideas came rushing down my mind – ideas like what I should’ve done when Aliu was stretching me and putting me under pressure and what I should’ve done to have easily defeated Aliu. Yes, my brain was talking about defeating Aliu easily. The brain is capable of many things, including absurd fantasies.

I was the first child – and a son – so the only option for me was to endure pain within my bones and farm to help home. To that end, I was pushed by the combined effort of unwritten societal laws and unfortunate circumstances to start supporting my family at the expense of my dreams. I had a farm, but I was regularly discouraged from venturing more into farming just by looking at the state of the life of farmers in my community. Despite working extremely hard, rewards for farmers in my community have been hopelessly inadequate. Without the aid of farming machinery and no money to employ labourers to work, I looked destined to travel on the same path as other farmers. I had no holiday, everyday I went to farm, yet my farm could only be enough to help feed home. In the rainy season, without being comforted by umbrella or raincoat (where would I get those?) I was constantly confronted by an early morning dew on the grasses that grew along narrow pathways and the water that remained behind to mix with the clay soil to form long stretches of mud along the pathways to the farm after downpour. Sometimes when strong irresistible wind accompanies the rain, long stretches of blady grasses by each side of the pathways would be forced to push and interlock each other like wrestlers, blocking the way and requiring great will for one to move ahead. I was mostly beaten by rain.

At night, insects cried and flied; their high cries were supported by bass from frogs. The night was never quiet. Sometimes, and those times were many – less than always, but more than occasionally – my little brother, Abdulrahman, would ask me who gave birth to those insects and frogs, whether they pray, whether they have farms and where they sleep. I usually answer him based on my mood, so the same question can have different answers.

Night times in the village are interesting times and there are some beliefs associated with them. One does not whistle at night, it attract snakes. One does not point a finger at the newly emerged moon, one’s finger would disappear for that. In the village there was no electricity, and lantern with kerosene as fuel was the most prevailing device for light. One man from the nearby town brought “video” there occasionally to show for money. He would mostly place a notice of the movie he would show by sticking its “poster” against a plywood and place it at a vantage point, usually the market square.

At around 5:00pm in the evening, two boys would roam the whole village ringing a bell and shouting to indicate that there would be a movie show in the evening. One of the boys would be ringing the bell, “Gbleeeeign, Gbleeeeign, Gbleeeeign,” then the other one would be shouting, “Video.” They would repeat this till they finish roaming the whole village. In the evening, they would get to watch movie for free.


Everyone stays outside, except those in the house where the movie is shown. If you pay, you receive a stamp in your palm. Because getting money was difficult, sometimes some people would pay for a day, receive stamp and spend the next day protecting it from cleaning. They would go every length to protect it against fading.
The man who usually brings the video is called Bra Kudjo. From him, we watched quite a tall list of movies, from Ghallywood and Nollywood to Hollywood, ranging from titles like, Aku Sika, a Ghanaian movie of plaintive content, Issakaba, an action, spirit and African-proverbs packed Nigerian movie, to Arnold Schwarzenegger’s famous Commando.

In the afternoon, Bra Kudjo would dry the batteries of his TV remote in the sun for a while; this is supposed to charge the batteries somewhat, but if this fails to work when it’s time to use the remote, he would remove the batteries and reinsert them into the remote and slap the remote “Kpa, Kpa, Kp, Kpa” a few times, if this doesn’t work – and it works mostly – he would put the remote somewhere and start pressing the necessary buttons on the TV.

In the village, because everyone knew someone and because families were deeply interconnected that they form a complex network of blood relation, it is difficult to tell who is not a relative of whom. So, at night, after Bra Kudjo had shown “common this” (common this was a locally deviced term to mean the first short film shown. Its aim was to attract people, after which everyone would be asked to move out and pay – and re-enter) we children would go to one of our aunties in the house where they show the movie and hide inside her room. When it was time for “Abɔnten go” (an Akan word “Abɔnten” means outside, added to the English word “go” to mean it was time for everyone to go “outside” and pay), we would remain hidden. After a considerable number of people had entered, we would sneak discretely and join them to watch the movie.

But Bra Kudjo was a man of ill temper. If a child is seen sneaking to join the crowd, that child had better ran back to be saved to avoid contact with Bra Kudjo’s cruel cane (which was, in fact, a copper wire).

But in the abscence of Bra Kudjo’s movies, and there was mostly a long absence of it, story telling was the most common occurance. My mother was an expert at it.


Night was growing and children had gathered with their mothers. My mother gathered us, with Abdulrahman already deeply asleep on a mat beside her. Children from other houses hurried to our home, they didn’t want to miss anything. It was stories time, they sat round, with latern in the middle. The fire flies had started passing, the moon was born only a week ago, so it wasn’t very bright, but the stars somehow atoned for it.

One of the children sat on a winged-ant. The pressed insect forced its way out, and, out of anger, stung the little boy without mercy. The boy screamed at once, stood up and started shaking himself, making sure the night was filled with his distressing cry. “What happened to you?” The other children asked. The crying boy had no answers for questions. A quick check was quickly done using the lantern and the ant was seen marauding aggressively about as if it was on a mission to terrorize whoever came too close to it. The children burnt it with a red coal and everybody resumed their seat. The weeping boy’s desire to feed his ears with delicious meals of tales was robbed from his heart by the ant, for despite all attempts to calm him and make him listen to the tales, he refused and went home. “Check well and make sure you don’t get stung by another ant,” my father said, went and sat back in his bamboo seat that bend backwards like a bed, his hands supporting his head and his right leg crossed over the lap and knee area of his left leg – the right leg shaking voluntarily. He was also listening to the tales.

“Time for tales” began one of the children, a girl. “Let Awai Mammatu tell us some tales,” she said. “Okay, are you all ready?” My mother asked the children. “Yesss! We are,” the children answered.

“Okay! Long, long ago,” started my mother. “How long ago?” One boy interrupted. “Stop fooling, or you will go home,” a rather hostile reprehension from an older boy sent the little boy coiling back in his shell of submission. He offered an unsolicited apology, “I am sorry.” But the boy’s voice lacked poise. “Leave him!” My mother said, “Okay, let’s do it this way. Once upon a time, ” My mother changed the introduction. “Time! Time!!” The children chanted. “There lived a young man. He was a hardworking young man of about three years older than quarter of a century.” My mother stopped and took a bite of her colanut, after which she continued. “After years of farming, he concluded that his efforts deserved better than his returns. In other words, he felt that what he was receiving was not in proportion to what he was giving. He decided to consult a priest to ask him why this was so and if there was someone spiritually behind his failure. When he went to a priest, he presented his problem and sought for solutions.”

A little girl interrupted with a question, “But aunty, what does three years older than quarter of a century mean?” Then a boy of about a fifteen years old shouted instructions, “keep quiet and listen.” But my mother replied the little girl, “It means Twenty eight years.”


My mother continued, “When he consulted a priest, the priest gave him an assignment. He was told that the assignments were two, but one will be fulfilled by him and the other by the priest. His assignment, so said the priest, was the most important – without it, nothing can be done. The assignment was that he will bring fifty gallons of his own sweat. It doesn’t matter how long it will take him to gather it.”. My mother was getting to the conclusion, but my father interrupted with a correction – at least that was what it was meant to be. “If you don’t know the story, who asked you to narrate it?” my father asked a little rudely and continued, “The young man was led to the priest by his friend, who had told the young man that their lives were too miserable. They both went to the priest and the priest gave them the assignment. When they started the assignment, his friend gave up in the first six months, but he persisted and resisted all temptations to quit. Now, with this correction, continue from where you left, woman.” My father said.

“You have just added something new and called it a correction, it’s not part of the original story. Anyway, for the sake of the children, let me continue.” My mother hammered home her point and continued, “It took six years for the young man to gather fifty gallons of his own sweat. When he presented it to the priest, the very impressed priest asked him how he got the assignment fulfilled. Then he told his story. He said in order to gather more sweat, he increased the size of his farm and stayed longer at work. He had very little time to be with friends. He was mostly busy and always disciplined. The priest listened keenly as the young man brought his story to a close. In conclusion he said he was there not to proceed with the money rituals, for he has achieved more than he ever thought possible for himself. Then the priest told him that if he had been told earlier to go and work extra hard, he would have thought it insulting because he thought he was already working hard enough. “Much of our problems are not caused by other people,” the priest said and added, “but by excuses and neglect of our responsibilities.” My mother concluded. After few stories from my father, we all went to sleep.

Sometimes we those who have our farms on a particular pathway organise ourselves and clear the blady bushes by the path. But because the stubborn grasses have a disturbing attitude of refusing to die and a glowing desire for growing quickly, we usually leave them for long periods before clearing them (again), in order not to waste energy. In the dry season, the previously muddy brown pathways become hard and harsh, having been pounded by moving feet and patched by the hot baking sun. At the height of my mother’s business, I had several shoes and slippers, some of which I wore to farm and others to school and other social functions, but after her loss, it didn’t take long before I outgrew some and the rest got damaged out of constant pressure, except a pair of loyal slippers which seemed to have understood my condition and, with resilience, persevered with me in silence. If my father was the head of our home, my mother was the heart of it: when her business suffered, the economic life of my family had difficulty in breathing. Because I had only a pair of slippers for all social functions, like ceremonies and festivals, and any other functions, I usually walk barefooted to the farm and, under my feet, the baking brown paths provide me with lessons one can only get through experience.

Meat of any kind was so scarce in our home that the little that was available was reserved for my father. Meat only becomes sufficiently available to we the children during festivals. Giving this background information, it is easy to explain why festivals are so important to we the children. But it is not so easy to explain to children born in the comforting conditions of financial stability what having a pair of slippers meant to us.

Among we the children, only my youngest brother was usually given meat (very small to prevent him from crying). To ensure that I also ate meat, I had to engage my youngest brother in story telling and other forms of child persuasion. Otherwise I had to engage in the most demanding enterprises (in terms of the intelligence required to succeed) in order to eat meat; namely, stealing meat from a pot of soup. This was a risky enterprise to undertake and to be caught doing it is easier than to escape. The punishment for getting caught was so severe that it induced terror in we the children always. But despite the the harsh punishment associated with it, I considered the rewards of succeeding to be worth the risk. I always make an attempt to steal when neither my mother nor my father was around. I also avoid being seen by my siblings. The process is long and involves a lot of caution. Mostly I succeed.


But one day, while carrying out this operation, I was caught by my mother. What my father did to me that night was more than a beating; it was a belligerent assault.

We ate carbohydrate meals everyday, and, resultantly, my siblings and I developed overhanging bellies, which were so large my father said he observed that my belly entered his room minutes before my whole body did when he called me into his room for a family meeting one day. Life refused to smile; it was harsh.

Life was harsh, but fate was gentle. After a year of farm work , my father’s childhood friend, about whom I do not boast sufficient knowledge to give you vivid description except that he was my father’s childhood schoolmate, discussed my academic life with my father and took interest in supporting me after learning that I had passed the BECE. He was a resident of Tamale, but he made me attend the Senior High School in my district, at his altruistic cost. He could not support my Tertiary Education because he had gone on pension by the time I was ready for Tertiary Education. I looked destined to end my school life in SHS until a certain lady called Adwoa decided to rescue my then dimmed dream from dying completely. Adwoa was a wonderful girl who met me by fate and helped me. To put the weight of her help into perspective, without it I would have been not better than a miserably underemployed fellow complaining about everything around me and bemoaning the struggles of existence.

Written by Mohammed Yekine Gifted.

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What Techniques Used During Conflict Resolution Training



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Conflict resolution training utilises various techniques to help individuals and teams effectively manage and resolve conflicts. Some standard techniques used during conflict resolution training include:

Active Listening: Active listening is a fundamental technique in conflict resolution. It involves giving full attention to the speaker, seeking to understand their perspective without interrupting or judging. Active listening helps to foster empathy and understanding, allowing individuals to communicate more effectively and find common ground.

Communication Skills: Conflict resolution training focuses on improving communication skills to facilitate constructive dialogue. Techniques such as assertive communication, using “I” statements, and avoiding accusatory language are taught to encourage open and respectful communication. Practical communication skills enable participants to express their thoughts and emotions clearly and listen actively to others.

Mediation and Facilitation: Conflict resolution training often covers mediation and facilitation techniques for resolving conflicts in a group or team. When you visit a conflict resolution training session, you will learn about mediation, which involves a neutral third party facilitating discussions between conflicting parties to help them reach a mutually agreed-upon resolution. Additionally, you will be introduced to facilitation techniques that focus on creating a safe and inclusive space for open dialogue and productive problem-solving within a group. The visit will provide you with valuable insights and skills to effectively navigate and resolve conflicts in various settings.

Emotional Intelligence: Conflict resolution training often emphasises the development of emotional intelligence. Members learn to recognise and manage their feelings and understand and relate to the emotions of others. Emotional intelligence helps individuals explore clashes with empathy, self-awareness, and emotional self-regulation, fostering a more cooperative and beneficial conflict-resolution process. 


Problem-Solving and Negotiation: Conflict resolution training teaches problem-solving and negotiation techniques to help parties find mutually acceptable solutions. Participants learn how to identify the underlying interests and needs of each party involved in the conflict, brainstorm creative options, and collaboratively negotiate for win-win outcomes. Problem-solving and negotiation skills promote constructive discussions and help resolve disputes fairly and satisfactorily.

Conflict Analysis and Understanding: Conflict resolution training emphasises the importance of analysing conflicts and understanding their underlying causes. Participants learn to identify the different types of conflicts, explore the root causes, and recognise the dynamics and triggers that escalate conflicts. Individuals can adopt proactive strategies to prevent and manage conflicts by understanding the nature of disputes.

Conflict Management Styles: Conflict resolution training introduces participants to different conflict management styles, such as collaboration, compromise, avoidance, accommodation, and competition. Understanding these styles helps individuals assess their preferred approach and learn when and how to adapt their style depending on the situation. This awareness promotes more effective conflict resolution strategies.

Conflict resolution training equips individuals and teams with various techniques and skills to address conflicts constructively. By fostering effective communication, empathy, problem-solving, negotiation, mediation, and conflict analysis, participants are empowered to resolve conflicts that promote understanding, cooperation, and positive outcomes.

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The Role of Compact Home Controllers in Modern Households



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Imagine a home where you can control the lighting, temperature, security systems, and entertainment devices with just a tap on your smartphone or a voice command. Thanks to the advancements in smart home technology, this is no longer a futuristic dream but a reality that can be achieved with the help of compact home controllers. In this article, we will explore the role of compact home controllers in modern households and delve into the benefits, features, installation process, common uses, and future trends of these innovative devices.

With the rise of smart devices and the Internet of Things (IoT), our homes are becoming smarter and more interconnected. Compact home controllers play a crucial role in this smart revolution by acting as the central hub that connects and controls various smart devices in our households. From controlling the lighting and temperature to managing security systems and entertainment devices, these controllers provide a convenient and efficient way to automate and streamline our daily lives.

What is a Compact Home Controller?

A compact home controller, also known as a smart home controller or hub, is a device that serves as the central command center for a smart home ecosystem. It acts as a bridge between different smart devices, allowing users to control and monitor them through a single interface. These controllers are designed to be compact and unobtrusive, blending seamlessly into the modern home environment.

Benefits of Compact Home Controllers

Convenience and Automation

One of the primary benefits of compact home controllers is the convenience and automation they bring to our lives. With a single device, users can automate various tasks and create personalized routines. For example, you can set the controller to turn on the lights, adjust the thermostat, and play your favorite music when you arrive home.

Energy Efficiency

Compact home controllers also contribute to energy efficiency in households. By integrating smart devices such as smart thermostats, lighting systems, and energy monitors, these controllers enable users to optimize energy usage and reduce waste. You can schedule your lights to turn off when not in use, adjust the temperature based on occupancy, and receive energy consumption insights to make informed decisions.


Enhanced Security

Security is a top priority for any homeowner, and compact home controllers play a significant role in enhancing home security. These controllers allow you to integrate and control security systems such as smart locks, door/window sensors, and security cameras. You can receive instant notifications, remotely monitor your home, and even simulate occupancy to deter potential intruders when you’re away.

Cost Savings

While the initial investment in compact home controllers and compatible devices may seem significant, they can lead to long-term cost savings. By optimizing energy usage, users can reduce utility bills. Additionally, remote monitoring and control capabilities enable homeowners to detect and resolve issues promptly, avoiding potential damage and costly repairs.

Features of Compact Home Controllers

Compact home controllers come with a range of features that enhance their usability and functionality. Let’s explore some of the key features that make these controllers an essential component of modern households.

Compatibility with Smart Devices

A reliable compact home controller should be compatible with a wide range of smart devices available in the market. Whether it’s smart lights, thermostats, door locks, or entertainment systems, the controller should seamlessly integrate with these devices to provide a unified user experience.

User-Friendly Interface

A user-friendly interface is crucial for easy control and management of smart devices. The compact home controller should have an intuitive interface that allows users to navigate effortlessly, configure settings, and create automation routines without technical expertise.


Integration with Voice Assistants

The integration of compact home controllers with popular voice assistants such as Amazon Alexa or Google Assistant is a desirable feature. This allows users to control their smart home devices using voice commands, providing a hands-free and effortless experience.

Remote Access and Control

The ability to control and monitor your smart home devices remotely is a significant advantage of compact home controllers. Whether you’re at work or on vacation, you can use a smartphone app or web portal to access your controller and make adjustments as needed.

How to Choose the Right Compact Home Controller

When selecting a compact home controller for your household, there are several factors to consider. Let’s explore these considerations to help you make an informed decision.

Consideration of Smart Devices

Take into account the smart devices you already own or plan to incorporate into your smart home system. Ensure that the compact home controller you choose is compatible with those devices to avoid compatibility issues.

Compatibility and Connectivity

Check the compatibility and connectivity options of the compact home controller. It should support popular communication protocols such as Wi-Fi, Zigbee, or Z-Wave to connect and control a wide range of smart devices.


User Interface and Ease of Use

Consider the user interface of the compact home controller. It should have a user-friendly and intuitive interface that allows you to navigate effortlessly and configure settings without any hassle.

Additional Features and Customization Options

Explore the additional features and customization options offered by the compact home controller. These may include advanced automation, energy monitoring, scene creation, and integration with third-party services.

Installation and Setup Process

Installing and setting up a compact home controller may seem intimidating at first, but it can be a straightforward process. Here’s a step-by-step guide to help you get started:

Step 1: Research and Selection

Do thorough research on different compact home controllers available in the market. Consider their features, compatibility, and user reviews to narrow down your options. Choose the one that best suits your requirements and preferences.

Step 2: Gathering Compatible Devices

If you don’t already have smart devices, gather the ones you need for your smart home system. Ensure that they are compatible with the chosen compact home controller. If you already have compatible devices, proceed to the next step.


Step 3: Installation and Configuration

Follow the manufacturer’s instructions to install and configure the compact home controller. This may involve connecting it to your home network, creating a user account, and performing initial device pairing.

Step 4: Connecting to Voice Assistants

If desired, connect the compact home controller to your preferred voice assistant such as Amazon Alexa or Google Assistant. This will enable voice control of your smart home devices.

8. Common Uses of Compact Home Controllers

Once you have your compact home controller up and running, you can explore various use cases and make the most of its capabilities. Here are some common uses of compact home controllers:

Lighting Control

Adjusting the lighting in your home to match your mood or daily activities becomes effortless with a compact home controller. You can create customized lighting scenes, set timers, and even automate lighting based on motion or time of day.

Temperature Regulation

Compact home controllers allow you to control your thermostats and create temperature schedules to maximize comfort and energy efficiency. You can set different temperature settings for various times of the day or control the temperature remotely while you’re away.


Security Systems

Integrating your security systems with a compact home controller adds an extra layer of convenience and control. You can monitor security cameras, receive notifications for any suspicious activities, and remotely lock or unlock doors when needed.

Entertainment Systems

With a compact home controller, you can simplify the management of your entertainment systems. Control your TV, audio systems, and streaming devices with ease, creating personalized scenes for movie nights or parties.

Home Appliances

Some compact home controllers also offer integration with smart appliances such as refrigerators, washing machines, or robotic vacuums. You can monitor their status, receive alerts, and even control them remotely.

Future Trends in Compact Home Controllers

As technology continues to advance, compact home controllers are expected to evolve further. Here are some future trends to look out for:

Enhanced AI and Machine Learning Capabilities

Compact home controllers will become smarter and more capable of understanding user preferences and patterns. They will leverage AI and machine learning algorithms to automate tasks, anticipate user needs, and provide more personalized experiences.


Integration with Internet of Things (IoT)

The integration of compact home controllers with the broader Internet of Things (IoT) ecosystem will expand. This means that controllers will be able to communicate with a broader range of devices, including smart appliances, wearable devices, and even vehicles.

Expansion of Compatibility and Connectivity

Compact home controllers will continue to expand their compatibility with various smart devices. Additionally, they will offer improved connectivity options to ensure seamless communication and control between devices.


Compact home controllers play a vital role in modern households by providing convenience, automation, energy efficiency, and enhanced security. With their user-friendly interfaces and integration with smart devices, these controllers simplify and streamline daily tasks. As technology advances, compact home controllers will continue to evolve, offering even more features and capabilities to create smarter and more efficient homes.


  1. Can I control my home with a compact home controller when I’m away?

Yes, compact home controllers offer remote access and control capabilities. You can control your smart home devices and monitor your home even when you’re away, as long as you have an internet connection.

  1. Are compact home controllers compatible with all smart devices?

Compact home controllers are compatible with a wide range of smart devices. However, it’s essential to check the compatibility of the specific controller with the devices you own or plan to incorporate into your smart home system.

  1. How do compact home controllers enhance security in households?

Compact home controllers enable the integration and control of security systems such as smart locks, door/window sensors, and security cameras. This allows users to receive instant notifications, monitor their homes remotely, and automate security routines for enhanced safety.

  1. Can I use multiple compact home controllers in my house?

In most cases, you can use multiple compact home controllers in your house. However, it’s important to ensure that they are compatible with each other and can be integrated into a single smart home ecosystem.

  1. Are compact home controllers difficult to install and set up?

The installation and setup process of compact home controllers may vary depending on the brand and model. However, most manufacturers provide user-friendly instructions and tools to simplify the process. If you’re unsure, it’s always advisable to consult the manufacturer’s documentation or seek professional assistance.

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n the vibrant and culturally rich nation of Ghana, a groundbreaking project has emerged with a mission to discover and nurture the immense creative potential within university campuses. Scripts & Sound Campus Club, an innovative initiative, is dedicated to identifying young creatives and fostering a supportive community that will propel the artistic industry to new heights. 

In this article, we explore how Scripts & Sound Campus Club is igniting a creative revolution by connecting, developing, and showcasing the exceptional talents of Ghana’s young artists.

Discovering Hidden Gems:

With Ghana’s universities brimming with untapped creative brilliance, Scripts & Sound Campus Club serves as a beacon, actively seeking out young creatives who are poised to make a significant impact on the artistic industry. Through talent scouting, workshops, and rehearsals, Scripts & Sound Campus Club identifies individuals who demonstrate exceptional skills and passion in various creative disciplines, including music, dance, poetry, visual arts, and more.

Creating a Community of Creatives:


Once the talented individuals are identified, Scripts & Sound Campus Club focuses on building a dynamic and supportive community. By fostering connections and collaboration among the selected artists, the Scripts & Sound Campus Club creates a space where ideas can flourish, skills can be honed, and lifelong bonds can be formed. Through regular meetups, creative sessions, and mentorship programs, Campus Club nurtures a community that thrives on shared experiences and collective growth.

Developing Artistic Excellence:

Scripts & Sound Campus Club is not only dedicated to discovering young creatives but also committed to developing their artistic excellence. Recognizing the importance of training and skill enhancement, the project offers comprehensive workshops, masterclasses, and coaching sessions facilitated by industry professionals. These opportunities empower young artists to refine their craft, expand their artistic horizons, and unlock their full creative potential.

Empowering the Next Generation:

Scripts & Sound Campus Club believes in the transformative power of the arts and aims to empower the next generation of Ghanaian artists to make their mark on the global stage. By providing access to resources, networks, and opportunities, the project equips these young creatives with the tools they need to succeed in the industry. From career guidance to performance opportunities, Scripts & Sound Campus Club offers a supportive environment that nurtures their dreams and aspirations.


Showcasing Ghana’s Creative Talent:

The culmination of Scripts & Sound Campus Club’s efforts is an awe-inspiring showcase that brings young creatives into the spotlight. This grand event provides a platform for artists to demonstrate their talents to a broader audience, including industry professionals, art enthusiasts, and fellow students. Through captivating performances, thought-provoking exhibitions, and engaging presentations, Scripts & Sound Campus Club celebrates the diversity and ingenuity of Ghana’s young creative talent.

Propelling the Industry Forward:

By fostering a vibrant and supportive community, the Scripts & Sound Campus Club is propelling Ghana’s artistic industry to the next level. The project’s efforts not only uplift individual artists but also contribute to the overall growth and recognition of the creative sector in the country. With a strong emphasis on collaboration, innovation, and professional development, Campus Club is shaping the future of Ghana’s artistic landscape.



Scripts & Sound Campus Club stands as a catalyst for change, connecting, developing, and showcasing the extraordinary creative talents within Ghana’s universities. By empowering young artists, fostering a supportive community, and providing platforms for their expression, Campus Club is propelling the industry forward and positioning Ghana as a hub of artistic excellence. Through this transformative project, the next generation of Ghanaian artists will confidently step from campus to center stage, leaving an indelible mark on the creative world.


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Tema: The Rap Home of Ghana – A Breeding Ground for Hip-Hop Excellence



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When it comes to rap music in Ghana, one city stands out as the undeniable powerhouse and breeding ground for hip-hop excellence: Tema. Located along the coast of Ghana, Tema has earned its reputation as the rap home of the country, giving birth to some of the most talented and influential rap artists. In this article, we will explore the factors that have contributed to Tema’s dominance in Ghanaian rap, highlighting its vibrant music scene, rich cultural heritage, and the remarkable talent that has emerged from this city.

Tema has a rich history of producing pioneering rap artists who have shaped the Ghanaian hip-hop landscape. It all began with the emergence of the legendary group VIP (Vision in Progress), formerly known as VIP (Vision in Progress). Their unique style and lyricism paved the way for future generations of Tema-based rappers, inspiring them to pursue their passion for rap music. The legacy of VIP set the stage for the rise of Tema as the rap capital of Ghana.

One of the reasons why Tema has flourished as a rap hub is the collaborative environment and supportive community that exists within the city. Rappers in Tema often come together, sharing ideas, supporting each other’s projects, and even collaborating on tracks. This collaborative spirit fosters healthy competition and pushes artists to constantly elevate their skills, resulting in a vibrant and dynamic rap scene.

Tema is home to several influential music studios and producers who have played a pivotal role in shaping the sound of Ghanaian rap. Studios such as Hammer’s Last 2, founded by celebrated producer Edward Nana Poku Osei, popularly known as Hammer of The Last Two, have served as creative hubs for emerging rap artists. These studios provide a platform for talent to be discovered, nurtured, and supported, contributing to the growth of Tema’s rap scene.

Tema-based rappers are known for their exceptional lyricism and authentic storytelling. They often draw from their personal experiences and the realities of life in Tema, bringing a raw and relatable element to their music. Rappers from Tema excel in their ability to craft intricate rhyme schemes, clever wordplay, and thought-provoking lyrics, allowing them to connect deeply with their audience.


Over the years, Tema has produced a plethora of rap stars who have achieved remarkable success within Ghana and beyond. Artists like Sarkodie,Omar Sterling , Kwesi Arthur, and Yaa Pono, among others, have risen to prominence and garnered international acclaim for their rap prowess. These artists not only bring honor to Tema but also serve as role models and sources of inspiration for aspiring rappers in the city.

Tema’s status as the rap home of Ghana is undeniable. The city’s rich cultural heritage, supportive community, influential music studios, and exceptional talent have propelled it to the forefront of the Ghanaian rap scene. The legacy of pioneers, collaborative environment, and commitment to lyricism and storytelling have cemented Tema’s reputation as a breeding ground for hip-hop excellence. As the city continues to nurture and produce exceptional rap talent, Tema’s influence on the Ghanaian music industry will only grow stronger, solidifying its position as the epicenter of Ghanaian rap culture.

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Guest Blog: Evaluating the Role of GHAMRO – Debating the Necessity of Ghanaian Music Regulatory Organizations




GHAMRO (Ghana Music Rights Organization) was established in Ghana to protect the rights and royalties of musicians, songwriters, and other stakeholders within the music industry. While the organization’s mission is commendable, there are valid arguments questioning the necessity and effectiveness of GHAMRO’s existence. In this article, we will critically evaluate the role of GHAMRO and explore the reasons why some argue that such regulatory organizations should not exist in Ghana.

One of the primary concerns surrounding GHAMRO is the perceived lack of transparency and accountability. Critics argue that the organization has failed to provide clear and detailed information regarding the collection and distribution of royalties. There have been reports of irregularities and mismanagement of funds, raising doubts about the effectiveness of GHAMRO in adequately representing the interests of Ghanaian musicians and ensuring fair compensation for their creative works.

Another criticism leveled against GHAMRO is the perceived lack of representation and inclusivity. Critics argue that the organization fails to adequately represent the diverse range of music genres and stakeholders within the Ghanaian music industry. There are concerns that certain genres and artists may not receive equal attention and support, leading to a biased distribution of royalties. Critics advocate for a more inclusive and representative body that can better address the needs and concerns of all music creators and stakeholders.

Inefficiency and Redundancy:

Opponents of GHAMRO argue that the organization’s existence is redundant and leads to inefficiencies within the music industry. They argue that the establishment of additional regulatory bodies only adds bureaucratic layers and hampers the growth and development of the industry. Instead, they propose a more streamlined approach to music licensing and royalty collection that utilizes technology and modern practices to ensure transparency and efficiency.


Market Dynamics and Changing Music Consumption Habits:

The digital age has transformed the way music is consumed, with online platforms and streaming services becoming increasingly popular. Critics argue that GHAMRO and similar organizations have been slow to adapt to these changing dynamics, resulting in an outdated approach to royalty collection and distribution. They suggest that a more forward-thinking and technology-driven approach is needed to ensure that musicians receive fair compensation in the evolving music landscape.

Alternative Solutions:

Some argue that instead of relying on a single regulatory organization like GHAMRO, a decentralized model could be more effective. This model would involve empowering individual artists, songwriters, and music creators to directly manage their rights and royalties, leveraging technology platforms and contracts tailored to their specific needs. Such an approach would promote transparency, accountability, and greater control for artists over their own intellectual property.

The debate surrounding the necessity of GHAMRO and similar music regulatory organizations in Ghana is a complex one. While the mission of these organizations is commendable, the concerns raised regarding transparency, accountability, representation, and adaptability to changing market dynamics cannot be ignored. As Ghana’s music industry continues to evolve, it is crucial to critically evaluate the role and effectiveness of regulatory bodies like GHAMRO and explore alternative solutions that can better serve the interests of Ghanaian musicians, foster growth, and ensure fair compensation for their creative works.


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Ted Lasso cast turn out to support the Music of Ted Lasso at Grammy Museum



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Following a screening of season 3 Episode 11 featuring the original song, “Fought & Lost”, the audience enjoyed a Q & A ands live performance. Here are excerpts from the conversations….

Quotes from the Q&A Panel:

Sam Ryder

“You know that feeling where there’s something else at play? You’re very lucky if you tap into it in that moment. The final vocal was like a patchwork quilt, done in many different studios.”

“I think for me, to keep things fresh, it comes back to gratitude and reminding yourself how fortunate you are. If your spark is music, you’ve hit the jackpot.”


Composer Tom Howe

“In many ways, it’s easier composing the score in the last  season because you’ve got lots of thematic material built up over the last 2 seasons. It’s easier when you’ve been on a show for a long time. After you’ve gone through one season, two seasons, and you’re on the third season, there’s a familiarity and level of trust.”

“I love it, I don’t think I would be any good at writing music without something to inspire, like a picture or story. I’m also a people pleaser, so if someone wants me to solve a problem, I want to solve it for them. Working on the show felt like a family.”

“One of the things that I’ve noticed over the many years is that if you just record things and do a demo, it probably is not going to be enough and you end up adding things to it. If you get a really good instrument, it can be enough on its own.”

“We’re all learning, there’s always something new to learn and that keeps it exciting. There’s always something you can do better. I like the idea of keeping that positive energy.”


“You try to make the music not take away from the story. It is there to be a supportive character. I think it works best in comedy when the music is honest.”

Music Supervisor Tony Von Pervieux

“My job is to go after these songs. Ideally what I’m doing is reading through the script, making sure those songs are clearable, and if there’s any issue I bring it up and pitch other ideas. We wanted to create a score that really enhances and brings the emotion from your audience. The second version [of Fought & Lost] was a beautiful body of work.”

“It’s been relatively easy working on a show that has meaning to it. it’s not just a comedy, and it has something for everyone. It’s fun to watch these episodes with friends, and you become a fan watching as well.”

“The one thing is just being authentic to who you are, don’t copy people, it’s not worth it. Never give up. I see a lot of artists struggling. Be authentic and do it for yourself.”


“A lot of the time the song works for the scene, but isn’t put in correctly.”

“The ability to think up music, creating music on the spot, it’s so brilliant.”

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