HIDDEN CITY

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Don’t be moved by this caption, at least give adequate room for minor deviations. Whatever you might have thought on seeing the title should be quickly gotten rid of. This is no expose on the hidden cities of Memphis, Egypt, nor is it an in-depth digging into the buried relics beneath the surface of the Aztecs in Mexico. With your minds fully formatted, the upload is duly commissioned. 
Cities usually define sub-regional past migrations, present challenges and future aspirations. This has absolutely nothing to do with the hidden city of Memphis (formerly the capital of Egypt) losing its most-honourable title to Cairo, nor does it bear any semblance of events leading to the Spanish invasion of Tenochtitlan, now present day Mexico City. The most hidden cities of all are those which remain unseen by all and sundry, including our very own selves.


Keeping inward those forts and fortresses which define our immeasurable strengths, is one topic hardly spoken of. "Who are you?", is one question many would struggle to grapple with, for the very apparent answer – we are not fully aware of our capabilities. With our futures determined by the decisions made on our behalf – by our parents and guardians – the young Ghanaian always finds in self-discovery, a hugely herculean quest. Those hidden cities of talents, artistry and dexterity continuously engage in a tug-of war with the gospel according to wealth, self- sufficiency and fame. For this ominous reason, exchanging the chances of working within a sense of fulfilment for the insatiable yearn of making money has become that virus of a norm.

Whether you studied General Science or Visual Arts, your choice of study might have been influenced by parents poking their noses where they belong - your business. My mother once said taking this line of action only assures that your future is intact, considering the fact that as young people, we are ignorant of who we are and what we aspire to be become. I beg to differ on that issue. As long as the Ghanaian child continues to receive scores of spanking for playing soccer at school, there will be fewer Essien’s and many under-achieving bankers and brokers.
I’m very confident crowds would lay the blame on the doorstep of the fragile and unpredictable nature of the Ghanaian economy, but I honestly believe unveiling the hidden city within ourselves could rescue us from the lore of making currency-based career decisions.

My battery wants to give up again, but I won’t.....

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