The Modern Ghanaian: How Should We Perceive Things?

How do we perceive our world, - in order that we may see objectively without bias? Some people might offend you; There are those you would like and those you wouldn't like - yet how do you still see objectively without bias? Add to your knowledge virtue - have a standard you don't compromise; Cultivate and train yourself to know the true purpose or the deeper intent behind things. When you have virtue, or are cultivated with a deeper intent behind things, you will learn not to let your bias of someone else have the best of you in your judgement of their expertise. Take for example a young man who dislikes his own father, - purpose and virtue tell us that a father is a symbol of authority, and that spiritually, blessings trickle down from the crown of the head to the feet. As a result, one shall honour his father so that it may be well with him regardless if he likes him or not. Today Ghanaian culture has brought forth what I call, 'the modern Ghanaians' - Ghanaians with all there is materially to adorn the outside of their lives, and so appear in the, 'manner' in which fulfilment or success might appear to be, although truly there is a chronic lacking for what I call, 'inner alignment'. Inner alignment simply implies that whatever it is that, 'the modern Ghanaians' possess on the outside, they did not first of all aquire the requisite or necessary inner fulfilment and understanding before aquiring that thing physically ; And therefore the purpose, as to the role of the thing in their lives, completely eludes them, much more so as to even try to claim ownership of it - no, the things rather own and control them, because as it is said, abuse is inevitable where there is no purpose. These are some kind of 'mannerists', who have been greatly fuelled by the notorious, 'Dada Ba' tag, with their infamous nouveau riche parents. Consider this for example, a Ghanaian child who grows up in a typical village, and only on rare occasions that are romantically orchestrated gets to catch glimpses of his face in the pristine rivers, this child, I consider more internally aligned towards understanding and knowing more the value of owning a mirror. Reason being, that child has his consciousness marked by such an relativity, affecting the way he perceives the world around him and its materiality. A child like this is outright wealthier than any kid of any nouveau riche parent admitted into any international school in Accra, who hardly has had that stimulation on his consciousness by the quality or originality of his relative experiences or by other, which may have layed him across the path with inner alignments. Notwithstanding, since this village boy may not be as fluent in the English language as his counterpart in the city, the saturated atmosphere of the intimidating materiality of the mannerist's mannerisms, will do a good job of coercing him to feel inferior, whereas in actuality the mannerist kid is rather the inferior one, in terms of the true essence of life. Another example is a child who grows up in the neighbourhood roaming and collecting clay from the earth, brings them home to shape into little cubic blocks with empty little tins that he fashioned himself, bakes them at his mother's coal-pot side, and then lay his little cubes on top of each other with moist clay inbetween to create his little house; this child, compared to a kid whose Dad comes back from work one day and then dumps a stack of legos in his room to start building houses; The former is for real, and the latter - a mannerist, having not experienced the perception of the former - note the word, 'Perception'. I am not simply talking about seeing the clay and coal-pots being reminiscences of certain past traditions and cultures as merely cool, as a result of the truth of their stark differentiation from modern lifestyle - as a matter of fact that is a mannerist's gibberish, cool is a mannerist's vocabulary often unwanted for a clear assessment leading to a conscious discovery and direction ; I am talking about truly knowing the worth of things that shape and form part of your perception and the consciousness with which you live everyday. Modern Ghanaian culture is replete with such critical mass of, 'mannerists' with a peer pressure so stupidly mundane that even the truly wealthy ones are being dragged along this joke of a life. This is why all the wrong people are being projected by the media as heroes and stars when in actual fact they are the servants in benzes who have forced the princes to walk.

PS:
Mannerism was the art movement that took place immediately after the Renaissance during the 16th century. This is because in Mannerism, the “real-life” accuracy of a painting wasn’t as important anymore. . . Instead, Mannerist artists were more interested in creating an interesting composition and expressing an emotion.

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'Ye$, it'$ the fre$hne$$ of the mint particularly in your breath.'
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The little $ilver bell on the table goe$ off with a loud ringing $ound.
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The joy of going home to her warmth taken him over.
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The che$t was fir$t to rapidly go in.
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