Tag Archive for: Tech

There’s always a reason why

There's always a reason why
There’s a reason for that bad design.

Maybe they hired an incompetent designer.
Could it be that the designer had too little time to complete the task?

Before you quickly attack a poor design, you could also consider possible reasons things didn’t go so well.

Let’s document our history

New Year Resolutions Are For Losers

The future is built on history.
The present is inspired by the past.

A lot of our history was based on oral tradition. They were narrated from person to person. In time, details were omitted or skewed. The end result has become a diluted piece of myth.

Another thing.
Our forefathers didn’t write. The colonial masters who could write shaped the narrative. It’s hard to believe what you hear sometimes.

Now we have tools available to document our own history from our perspective.

For years to come, what will the next generation know about now?

Smile, You’re On Camera

A man smiling for the camera

By Fiifi Dzansi

‘Smile, you’re on camera’ was a sticker I saw stuck to a vehicle’s dashboard.
A smile brings sunshine to any photograph.

With the widespread of digital tech, we’re all on camera.
CCTVs hang around city spaces and in front of homes, giving us a constant stare.
People can take photos of us without our knowledge.
We’ve willingly handed over the keys to our privacy to the tech companies.

It’ll not be an exaggeration to say that the internet knows us more than our parents ever will.

Absolute privacy is a luxury most of us can’t afford.

Wherever we are, whether in public or in a secret corner of our home – it’s safe to say: “Smile, you’re on camera.”

Postcard From The Countryside – A Human Connection

Post boxes at the General Post Office in Accra, Ghana

By fiifi DZANSI

We need more organic human connection.

When I took the above photo of post boxes at the general post office in downtown Accra, I felt how obsolete post offices have become in recent years.

The nostalgia almost choked me.

People have moved light-years away from writing letters. Now we call, text or email. And everything happens digitally and so fast.

New tech replaces an old one.

Back in the heydays of the post office, we queued for several minutes to get our chance to post letters. Because life there was a busy one.

It took many days, weeks or even months to receive letters, but it was worth waiting. We peeled stamps, wet the gluey part a bit with saliva and stuck them on envelopes before tossing them in a huge box, hoping they got delivered on time.

Some disappeared in transit, while others landed in the wrong hands. Again, a few were returned for bearing incorrect addresses. At least the latter brought some closure.

Letters had this human connection. They touched every aspect of the soul. You could feel, taste, smell a message in your hand.

Some girlfriends used perfumed inks to write and sealed their letters with the gloss on their lips. Such words were kept close to the heart, in the breast pocket.

A young man placed a letter on his chest in bed with tears streaking down his cheeks. Maybe he got dumped, or perhaps it was the longing for more love.

For me, it’s the process of writing (not typing) that awes me. You get to be in sync with your thoughts and emotions.

As you move the pen in such a swirl, you perceive your inner voice fluttering, descending from above to come rushing through your veins and muscles onto a paper.

Words begin to form from mere alphabetic letters and take a seat beside each other. Like printing from a computer. Just that you feel every bit of this process.

In the end, there’re elegantly dressed bits and pieces of thoughts adorning a page.

To pour your inner self on lines on paper through indelible ink is organic and human. It allowed the presence of a person far away to be felt, something you can’t get from a video call today.

Furthermore, the imperfection of a cancelled word, or the carelessness of words provocatively squatting on lines, expose our fallibility and give away what’s unsaid.

Letters are so precious. We keep them in our safes to this day and hang some on our walls.

Their ability to touch the heart cannot be matched by any modern tech.