The Money Diaries

Over the years, my mother has taught me and my siblings a lot about life, money and responsibility. She would send us to the local shops to buy milk, bread or any small items that were missing at home. We were supposed to be able to calculate the cost and tell her the expected balance (if any), before we went out on said errand. A roundabout way of asking us if we had enough money for the shopping – a simple, yet effective lesson about budgeting and tracking our spending. I later made an addendum to her budgeting lesson when I had my own child. By building fun into my budgets; I found creative ways to save on essentials like rent, transport, groceries, and health, while taking care of my wants and accounting for the odd treat here and there – a nice bag, pretty blouse, a salon visit, fun outings or entertainment. What’s the point in living if you can’t enjoy life? While my mother wasn’t wholly on-board with this in the beginning, she did come to see the wisdom of adding fun to a bu...

Maama Harriet is the typical food mama you’ll find in every local African market. A bona fide institution and community pillar – known for preparing tasty and affordable meals in generous portions that keep her customers well-fed, and coming back for more. With children and a family of her own, she’s living hand-to-mouth. She’s so focused on getting through each day, that even while she dreams of rebuilding her family home in the village to retire on, she doesn’t give it more than a passing thought. In her mind, today’s money is only enough to solve today’s problems, tomorrow will sort itself out. We have become so focused on survival and the daily grind, that we forget that tomorrow is fast approaching. Do we have anything set aside for retirement? Generations before gave it some thought and planned accordingly. My father was self-employed, and my mother was a teacher, and by the time retirement rolled round, they owned their home and had a few investments to keep them comfortable...

Tukooye (We’re tired)! Many of us are exhausted and longing for the day we can finally stop working at jobs that pay us enough to make ends meet. Given the choice, we probably wouldn't show up to work on those stormy Monday mornings. Sometimes it’s the work itself, other times, it’s management, our co-workers, or the environment. Sadly, a lot of us, don’t have the luxury of chasing our dreams because, “What if our dreams don’t pay?” I read about an 85-year-old woman in the U.S. who was job hunting because her pension couldn’t cover her basic needs. She had taken out a second mortgage on her home, was struggling to afford food and heating, and yet she was the sole provider for her grandchildren. She was even paying for the granddaughter’s speeding tickets. Furious on her behalf as an as an African mama, I wanted to kidnap this Jjaja (grandparent), adopt her and give her some well-deserved rest. If her grandchildren are old enough to drive, surely, they can take care of themselve...

When I was just starting out in employment, I was earning a good income but spent it lavishly on little pleasures – buying the latest phone, going out, and shopping. I was in the business of selling life insurance, I had even taken out a policy for an easier sell and gain buy-in from my clients. My boss at the time, encouraged me to join the company SACCO and put some money aside for the future. I didn’t really give such things much thought or attention, I had money in my pocket and was living the good life – I was living the dream. To be young and clueless again! Anyway, a few years later, my world crashed around me. I won’t go into details, but suffice it to say, I needed money to get me back on my feet. A Ghanaian proverb aptly describes the situation I found myself in, “You become wise when you begin to run out of money.” In the end, the savings I had with the company SACCO literally saved the day. That’s what savings are actually supposed to do – they help cushion your fall a...