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BEESIWA – PART TWO
Within a few days, Beesiwa had made herself comfortable and useful in Yaw Awotwe’s home. Although he was generally a well organised person, the young bachelor was in the habit of leaving things at open spaces, obviously thinking that because he lived alone, he would easily find them. Beesiwa got round to placing his money and important documents in files and drawers, and would inform him as soon as he came home. Yaw really appreciated that, and started getting into the habit of asking Beesiwa where some of his stuff were. She organised his dresses, and was so glad to see how the choices she made impacted his looks. Yaw Awotwe was a very good looking young man, and it was so nice seeing him at the breakfast table looking so sharp. Yaw had been converted to her cooking, and had started bringing his friends home to share his fun. And she loved walking him to his car, handing him his snack and suitcase, and waving him off. She was enjoying herself. She wished it would be possible for ‘something’ to change their relationship from reliable, efficient employee and appreciative, generous employer to something more interesting. But she was a very realistic person. Yaw was top class. He was way out of her range. Rather than spend precious time on emotional dreams that would never materialise, she decided to take advantage of her presence in his home to improve herself.
Yaw was quite pleased to learn that she was interested in current affairs, and experimenting with cooking. He encouraged her to take both interests seriously because, as he put it, knowing the world around you places you way ahead of your peers, and people who cook really well often make big money. Whenever his friends commended her on her good cooking, Yaw would offer Beesiwa’s help with catering for small parties and family occasions. Of course, he quickly added, she had to be paid well, because she was already employed and not looking for handouts. Within a couple of months, offers started flowing in, and Beesiwa told her boss that although the money was quite interesting, she didn’t want to stop working with him, so she was cutting the outside catering to manageable levels.
‘Thanks for wanting to continue working with me, Beesiwa, but why don’t you consider employing one or two people to help you? Talk to your mother, and train a couple of young people during the weekends, and then anytime you get a job or contract you can guide them to go and deliver. And with the kind of things people are saying about you, you will one day need to set up your own catering company with quite a number of employees. So don’t throw away this opportunity. You don’t want to stop working with me, but let’s see whether you can find others to help. Think about it and join hands with your mum. Things will happen big time.’
And that is exactly what happened. Within a year, Beesiwa had created space in her mother’s home for a well-equipped unit with four efficient young ladies that continuously delivered good quality dishes for all sorts of functions. Beesiwa was transformed into a gorgeous personality, and Yaw started thinking whether he should be looking closer home instead of farming afield for dates. He had been going out with Patricia, a doctor, for a few months, and they felt very comfortable in each other’s company, but their work schedules were a problem. Dr Patricia was more than a key person in the Children’s Hospital where she worked, and she had very little time for life outside the hospital. Yaw greatly respected her dedication to work, but he wondered whether, with his own business about to gain momentum, it was wise to enter into a commitment with a woman whom he would only meet at home once in a while. Beesiwa was not just a beautiful girl with good character and efficient home manager. She had been able to combine managing his home with starting a business enterprise on the side which was doing very well. He started to approach the issue gently, and hopefully he could get her to see things his way.
Beesiwa, on the other hand, had been nursing some frustration about what appeared to be the fruitless dream of nursing ambitions of a relationship with Yaw Awotwe. Although she had begun to make some good money and had therefore gained some self-confidence, Yaw was still streets ahead, and did not show any sign of being interested in her. Moreover, he and the lady doctor seemed on course to make their relationship permanent. And as if that was not enough, there were a couple of other ladies who were seeking to grab his attention, but did not seem to be getting very far. Around the same time, Jeffery Darkwa, a friend of Yaw who was regular at his home, started showing interest. He took her out on a couple of dates, both quite enjoyable, but Beesiwa made it quite clear that she was not interested in a relationship with him. Jeff, however, had been nursing ambitions of winning her over for sometime, even though part of the reason was the deep jealousy he had been nursing against Yaw for so long.
They had become friends in the course of meeting at business workshops and lunches, and had helped each other with useful contacts and business tips. Jeff was almost ten years older than Yaw, and had developed a resentment for him due to his quiet but effective way of conducting business, which had made him very successful, for a man at such a young age. And he wasn’t just good looking but very well dressed, and ladies often made their views about him known. And he had longed noticed Beesiwa’s deep affection for him. Winning Beesiwa would be a big personal victory. He invited her to lunch and put his plan into action.
‘Beesiwa, I need to discuss something important with you. I am very interested in you. I really love you, and would like you to become my wife. But I realise that you are rejecting me because of your feelings for Yaw. I am not letting go, not only because of my feelings for you, but also because you don’t know Yaw very well. I will say this in great confidence. Yaw is not who you think he is. He is not a successful business man. In fact, he is covering a lot of debts which might end him in deep trouble, so I’m trying to help him. I can tell you that over the years, my business has grown, and apart from having financial muscle, I also have big contacts at the very top. So, I would ask you to be careful with Yaw. Give me the chance to make you a successful woman. We can be a good partnership. I am willing to give you a house if you accept my offer. I am talking this way because I really love you, and I want to marry you.’
Beesiwa’s head was spinning. She didn’t know how to process the explosive stuff she was hearing. ‘But if you have these feelings against Yaw, why are you friends with him, spending time with him regularly?’
‘I don’t have anything personal against him. In fact, I am helping him overcome some major financial issues because we are friends. But I see nothing wrong with wanting you more than him.’
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Beesiwa, I need to discuss something important with you. I am very interested in you. I really love you, and would like you to become my wife.
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The Herbal Preacher man (1)

THE typical itinerant salesman in Sikaman is a herbalist. He is normally a slim macho with the capacity to perambulate the expanse of area covering the triangle of Accra-Tema-Ashiaman. In short, he can walk a total of 60 miles a day, marketing a product that cures every disease, including poverty. 
The door-to-door herbal pharmacist advertises his product by word of mouth. He has nothing to do with the Food and Drugs Board (FDB). After all, his concoctions do not feature on FM stations.
Those herbalists who cannot walk to propagate the herbal gospel, liaise with drivers of mass transportation and their mates. They are, therefore, given the chance to sell their products on Benz buses that ply the routes.
Normally, the herbalist starts his sales message with a prayer and Bible study. He asks the passengers to bow down their heads in supplication to God the father, the son, the Holy Spirit.
When a herbalist asks the passengers to close their eyes and bow their heads, Moslems on board naturally feel offended. They feel that the herbalist has no right to assume that every passenger is a Christian. They think such an assumption is an affront to Islam.
So a Moslem on board will raise the hand for a point of order. He’ll remind the herbalist that it would be in his own interest to mind his language.
“Be careful the way you address people in a public place. Not every person here is a Christian,” he’d state assertively.
Of course, the herbalist will promptly ignore him, but would all the same “watch” his tongue. Who knows whether or not the Moslem brother is inspired by Quoranic zeal to defend the tenets of Islam to the hilt?
When he starts saying, “Wallahi!” and “Inshallah!” it could be the beginning of proclaiming Islam as supreme, a point which must be driven home with talibanic precision.
So the herbalist must tread carefully lest he steps on fire.
The herbalist could even add a measure of mirth to it all, by announcing that Christians on board today have very interesting company on the journey, but that should not detract from the business of the day.
The Moslem brother will weigh the words carefully and offer a wry smile.
He must be careful the occasion does not degenerate into the use of semantics and proverbial oration to deride his conviction that public utterances must be mindful of religious sensibilities. He has made his point very clear and expects that it is taken in good faith in the interest of a peaceful journey.
The herbalist will now open the New Testament and preach salvation, stating clearly that salvation can come only through Jesus Christ and NOBODY else.
The Moslem brother will now start twitching his moustache. The visible and almost revolutionary reflexes of his upper lip can be an indication that sentiments have begun superseding reason, and the outcome could well be tragic now shift uneasily in his seat.
The time has come for him to also express his right to the religion of his fore-bears. He’ll put his hand into his pocket and rise to his feet. The time has indeed come!
This article was first published on Saturday, September 9, 2006
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Some issues requiring attention
When the cause of a particular problem like sickness, disease, sudden illness, a social issue etc. are not known, it stands to reason that resolving it becomes a huge challenge.
Citizens would understand the government when public announcements are made to the effect that government is trying to find a solution to the issue, even though it is taking a while for it to be resolved because citizens are rational beings.
On the other hand, if the solution to a particular issue is known to everybody but the government for whatever reason, is dragging its feet in resolving it, citizens become frustrated and begin to lose trust in their leaders.
One such issue is the heavy traffic along a section of the Kasoa – Odokor road. A short stretch of bad road between the traffic light at the Weija Government Hospital and the entrance to the entrance of the overhead that leads to the N1, is the cause of the problem but nothing is being done about it, day after day, week after week, month after month. Thus is clearly unacceptable.
Another issue that requires urgent attention is the lack of pavements along a lot of streets in parts of the various Municipal Assemblies. Exercise is a prerequisite for long life and healthy living and for those of us who it has become a way of life, this issue of people putting up structures right to the edge of the drains beside the roads, are making life difficult for us.
We are compelled to walk along the roads, putting our lives at serious risk. Pedestrians should never be compelled to compete with vehicles on our streets and roads. Roads and streets are made for vehicles and pavements are made for pedestrians. That is the norm. Any attempt to normalise a situation where pedestrians are mingling with vehicles is insanity.
It is the road regulations that makes it so and therefore district or municipal assemblies are to take responsibility and ensure that spaces for pavements are not encroached upon. Citizens have rights that must be protected by their leaders and making pavements available to pedestrians, is one of them.
When we hear of teachers having sex with students, it appears it is something recent. It is not a new phenomenon. It has been there since Adam. Perhaps this issue is getting much attention due to the proliferation of social media. It was an open secret in times past when Teachers were in relationships with female students and some married them immediately after completion of school.
Some teachers were also known to be having unholy interactions with female pupils but due to the times that these acts occurred, human rights issues and the awareness around it, allowed such unscrupulous teachers to get away with their crimes.
Now we are in a different era and so a Headmaster is now in hot waters. He is alleged to have raped about 19 female students and as usual, some officials tried to cover it up and are also in hot waters and their actions or inactions in the matter are under investigation.
Why the man has been allowed to roam freely without being arrested is simply mind boggling. It appears that the law applies differently, depending on who you are. This issue came to public attention sometime in August this year, yet the police had not arrested or invited this man for question regarding the rape allegation.
It has come out that he is a Constituency Secretary of the ruling party and the question in the public domain is that, is it because he is a political figure that is why he is still walking around without questioning? I believe in the rule of law so let us hold our breadth and let the proper thing be done.
The police must however be seen to be active in this matter. God bless.
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