User:Sambans9/sandbox

Born with the name (M S D Banse) in Kumasi Ghana, on Friday 19 October 1973 at 11:35 PM. By Mr and Mrs Tahiru Banse aka(Nzo) and Ajara Ibrahim Modere Banse in the Kwame Nkrumah University Science and Technology Hospital (KNUST) for short. According to my Father, He fled with His best friend Ahmadu Banse aka (Nzo) from His native village of Dun in Zabre Burkina-Faso after the death of His father and mother. And from the brutalities of the then French colonist, to the English side of colony in Ghana then Gold Coast. Which according to my father they treat people with more care and dignity than their French counterparts nearby in Burkina-Faso then Haut Volta in French or Upper Volta in English. Before the migration to Ghana then (Gold Coast).My father say he was a child when he father died and lost his mother when he was still young. My father’s mother was a Mossi or More tribe, the dominant tribe in Burkina-Faso she’s from Manga 75 km north west of Zabre toward Ouagadougou the capital. So when his mother passed away he was ask to go to Manga to inform the death of his mother to her family in Manga, which traditionally it wasn't right to send someone who lost his mother to go and informed the death of his own mother, they should had done so by sending two guys from within the extended family instead as my father’s father had brothers. Traditionally the would be no burial until the family of his mother perform their rituals, According to my father when he went and informed them about the death of his mother, his Uncles and the family heads was so upsets and don’t understand why my father was chosen and send alone without considering his safety age and the grievances he was at that time. According to my father at that time wild dangerous animals like lions, tigers, hyenas, and buffaloes lived very closed in the bushes and human settlements. And often come out in the night to attacked their livelihoods, and some people sometime falls victims to those dangerous animals in the bushes special when you’re alone as most of them always attack you from your blindside. But his mother family quickly realized that my father family are just showing their wicked side as my father was left open and vulnerable because of the death of both his biological parents and no one left to stand for him. The migration to Gold Coast. After the death of his parents and the marrieds of his sisters my father was left alone with his only childhood and lifelong best friend Ahmadu Banse aka (Nzo) to decide their own faith of future. According to my father the brutal way of then Haut Volta/Upper Volta which is today Burkina-Faso colonial masters France soldier and their missionaries used to force people to take force unpaid work or force labour which they call in French (travaux-forces). I remember asking my Dad, on a scorching sunny day after we took break from his farm along the River White Volta in Zabre. While we sick refuge under the shade of Shea tree (Karite). I say Dad, why did you migrate to Ghana? He sat calm about five minutes and say what do you want know? I replied, I’m just asking. Then my father says well, after the death of his beloved mother and the treatments he received from his family he wasn't a happy person anymore. At the same time there were this French colonization force labor and brutal maltreatment going on. And he started tell me a story about a trip he made from Zabre to Tenkodogo, was about 144 km round trip by foot. There was a White Teacher who was transferred from Zabre to Tenkodogo and because the wasn't any transportation, the only means of transportation at that time was human. And he was one of the young guys selected to carry the teacher and his luggage to his new post in Tenkodogo, unfortunate enough he was the last person to be called to the teacher’s house. And the remaining last box was automatically he’s to carry through to Tenkodogo. He say the box was so heavy, at some stage he was even thinking the box was filled with stones just for punishment. After he managed to make that tough round trip he decided to move on and find better live somewhere. So across the border in kobore Ghana (Gold Coast) some of our extended family had settled there, anytime news comes from that part of the border which was under English colonization was much better than their French counterparts. As the English colony treat their people with very less brutal compared to the French colony. I asked my father again, why did the French treated them so badly and such inhuman manner like that? The answer again was, my forefathers fought very hard against the then French colony because they don’t want to surrender their territory under the French controlled. Even when they French had already conquered the Mossi which was very significant for their quest of conquering the remaining part of Burkina-Faso (Haut Volta) to the mounting border of Ghana (Gold Coast) which was already under the English colony. So when the fight intensified my forefathers managed to kill one French soldier cooked him and share his meat among the warriors as a sign of defiant, and even claimed that the Whitman meat was white fish. Soon the French soldiers started killing their livelihoods, burning down their food storage and houses. Soon the suffering become more and more unbearable and my forefather surrender to the French colony and the then chief of the village was taken by the French and never brought him back. When the French finally conquered my forefathers they named the place as Zabre that mean (Fight)in Mossi language. So my father suggested that, it might because my forefather fought so hard and stubbornly refused to surrender at the early stage that was the reason behind the brutal and inhuman treatment they were receiving from their then colonial master the French.

This is on going project...........any kind of help would be much appreciate.