By Anthony Obeng Afrane
Folks, my vulture feather is giving me some terrible signals, and looks like it’s going to be pretty ugly today. I ran out of cash sometimes, but never ran out of information. I. Will. Preach! Write! Act! And I know some will hate me for telling the truth, but what they have forgotten is that I’m a friend of a dead goat. I don’t fear Knife.
There is a saying in Akan that whenever you see someone carrying water, you can drink as much as you like, but don’t try someone carrying hard liquor. Kikikikikiki, did Opana promise Oyibo the Trumpman too? Someone should tell Opana that when he meets Ghanafuo carrying pots of water, he can drink as much as he can, and
But Opana too be someway be paa oo, Oyibo help you come for power wey you swerve am go dine with his enemies? Hehehehe, I want travel go Iran go see my how far; from there I dey go China. Chai, these Yannkee people be tough oo; wey Yaanom dey demonize Charllotewaa, them dey award am, cheenekeeii, wey kind plan be that? Kikikikikiki, what a wonderful world.
Eiwooo, and I hear say dema tighten the SEC Bondatta distin for dema country oo. And so-so them dey warn dem citizens about insecurity in this country oo, giving the impression say the country no safe under Opana. What a wonderful world!
If Opana continues with his divorce plan against the Trumpman he is finished. And if he severs relationship with the Chin Kwan Chu people, no leverages will happen. Either way, Opana’s diagnosis is terminal. That’s a heap of trouble, isn’t it?
As I look further through my vulture feather, anger and disappointment are igniting on the same narrow fuse. Dangerous. Way too dangerous. I can’t get my mind to accept the signal I’m receiving. And I’m about to boom.
Taflatse, is it true that a very leading member of the Umbrella people has signed a pact with Yaanom, and helped bring the Elephant home? Kai, who born dog, I don’t want to believe this oo. That looks powerfully bad! The person don’t know Yaanom erh, they don’t take borgir do swine, please we don’t want any ranting when they disappoint oo. Who just whispered that I should mention names? You think say I fool; I won’t, unless you people bring a lie detector wai.
Friends, something has provoked me to little less than madness, and I’m terribly disappointed. Everyone must navigate through life with the cards they are dealt, and for the Bole man this includes having to deal with betrayal. His second term attempt was ruined by the very people he trusted. This is indescribably painful! What kind of wickedness is that?
In fact, blood has started running cold in my heart with spite and malice as I write. Why was the independent vote collation not done by the Umbrella people even though cash was provided for that purpose? I have a sneaking suspicion that something went wrong oo. The more I think about this, the more questions I have; was there a compromise? What would have happened if the Umbrella people collated their own results based on original pink sheets against Yaanom’s electronic version?
And I can see the eyes of the Bole man stung with tears. Large hot angry tears. Tears of pain. And of disappointment. In all he did for Baba the Cameraman against the criticism of many for appointing him, the Cameraman didn’t know enough to appreciate the Bole man, but aided Yaanom in his defeat, and is also fighting against his second coming! What his intention is, I can’t tell.
Even animals are grateful for kindness and petting, and they wouldn’t think of hurting a person that pets them. The place of the Cameraman cannot be even among animals, but must be kept under the pedestal of shame and hopelessness. Oh what a wonderful world!
I know the Bole man is generally calm and loving – what happened is usually the price good people who do not want to disappoint their close pals pay. This can happen to any good person. Whether the Bole man will gloss over these painful experiences is not for me to determine. But I’m absolutely certain he is aware that the most powerful tool amongst human beings is forgiveness, lack of which comes between us and God, and blocks our access to receiving miracles.
And as I look deeper through my vulture feather, I can see miracles happening, and the Bole man coming back wiser. I see trees of green, red roses too; I see them bloom for him and us. I also see the colours of the rainbow so pretty in the sky, and the smile on the faces of people going by, with friends shaking hands and saying how do you do? And saying I love you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world.