Brain Drain or Brain Gain?
It was commonplace to hear stories about people abroad. I am not talking about natives of other countries. I am referring to citizens of my very own dear birthplace Ghana, who were living their lives elsewhere. Those stories were very convincing. They were enough to make you drool and imagine yourself in the next available airplane to the United States, Canada, Germany, Britain or some other European country, to enjoy yourself in "paradise".
It was such a prestige to have friends or family abroad. If it was not your own parents or relatives, then it must have been your classmate’s father who continually fed him/her with promises such as “I’ll take you to Holland if you show an impressive improvement in your grades on the next report card.” Next thing you know, you are bleeding with jealousy because you hear your best friend telling you a similar story, if not the same. That was when I was much younger.
Aishetu’s excitement for moving into the nation’s capitol was indescribable. In her own small world, she pictured herself in paradise in the next six months or so with her family. Whether she could survive in the big city or not, these pages must show.
Aishetu had a gratifying childhood. It was not because she got everything she craved or asked for. No, Aishetu was neither spoiled nor spared the rod for all her wrong doings.
Like any other child in the neighborhood, she was sure to land herself into some drastic disciplinary measures creatively designed by any adult, be it man or woman, if she dared messed up in the smallest way.
That was just how life was lived in Walewale for the most part. It was a town of population not more than two thousand. In one word, ‘togetherness’ was just perfect to describe it. Call Walewale a cobweb and you would be absolutely right. It didn’t matter whether you were young or old; living in this small town meant being an imperative part of one-whole-close-knit family of residents. It was definitely more than any regular community.