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Fasting, health and the stomach

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The human stomach is an adjust­able compartment of elastic quality. It expands and contrasts depending on factors, natural or arti­ficial. For example, it is natural for a middle-aged man to develop pot-belly, but artificial for a three-year-old to develop same.

In the case of the three-year kid, such wonderful stomach may contain a thousand and one worms, each of them vying for alimentary superiority. Or, it may be a product of a disease that has gained official and unofficial recognition in Third World countries – Kwashiokor.

All things being equal, however, a person’s stomach may grow either pos­itively or negatively depending on his political ambitions, economic circum­stances, alcoholic potential or religious inclination.

The reader will agree with me that the year 1990 has brought about a coincidence of religious events. While Muslims were engaged in their religious exercise of prayer and fasting, Chris­tians on the other hand were seriously engrossed in eating and drinking to celebrate the Easter.

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Anyhow, there is nothing of con­sequence since both Christians and Muslims fast at one time or the other. Fasting as a religious practice is a gateway towards spiritual growth and development, and most religions con­sider it as such. It is supposed to draw one nearer to God; in fact, to make it possible for one to spiritually wine and dine with the Lord at the Royal table. After such divine buffet dinner, the diner’s soul becomes pure, free from sin, and eligible for a passport to heav­en without a visa.

Fasting, however, does more than merely making the spirit a visa-free sojourner in God’s abode. Fasting has good effects on the human being since it has excellent physiological tonic on a body which eats, digests and assimi­lates every kind of food without going on annual leave.

In a rather feeble attempt to become a born-again sometime in the 1980s, I had occasion to taste of the sweetness and bitterness of fasting. I was to fast for three days during which I was supposed to pray for my sins. Before I began the fast, I had to weigh a considerable number of factors under the guise of a feasibility study in order to forecast whether I would faint mid-way, develop hernia alongside, or woefully fail the test of a religious hun­ger-strike.

As such, I had to consider the durability of my will-power, the threshold of my appetite and whether I had enough blood and vitamins in my system to see me through three days of stomach palaver.

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I began on a Friday morning in high spirits. By noon I was

already tired and gustatorily sane to continue this self-persecution but I керt reading Bible verses and got lost in the aura of their power, as the Holy Spirit urged me on.

However, at three o’clock (stan­dard time) I was dead hungry. Fact is that, for over 20 good years I’d never fasted for even half a day. During every single day of these years, I constantly digested breast milk, lactogen koko, ice-cream, koose, banku and okro soup, yoke gari, waakye with diarrhoea pepper and whatever.

And just overnight, I was compelled to suspend this useful biological con­tinuity and go without food for three days.

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The first day came to pass quite fine except for a rather sleepless night. On the second day I felt no hunger till 2.00 pm when I encountered the real test. A woman was carrying her waakye and stew to the market when like a radar, my nose tracked down the delicious aroma coming from the stew, I salivat­ed like a hungry Royal dog but began reciting the Lord’s Prayer immediately.

Had it not been for the Lord’s Prayer, I would have shouted for the waakye seller to trot to my end. I would have ordered her: “Maame, tear me waakye 80, meat 70, all mak­ing 150. Add more pepper because my uncle Kofi Jogolo says pepper is good for the acts on waist. “

The third day was quite eventful. I had reduced in weight and found it prudent to stay in the bedroom to avoid unnecessary questions about my almost disjointed frame. I was so light that if there had been a hurricane, I would have been carried away to Vene­zuela without travelling documents.

On this third day, I was tempt­ed, perhaps more than Jesus Christ was after 40 days of fast­ing. Immediately I came out of my study room to sit under a shady tree, a banana seller to whom I was a long faithful custom­er materialised before me with fresh, juicy lobes of her ware.

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“How much should I give you,” she asked me as usual “I’ve already eaten,” replied tersely, “But you look hungry, and your lips are dry. If you don’t have money, no problem. I’ll come for it tomorrow, how much groundnuts should I add?” “Fact is that, Madam, I’ve eaten, Come tomorrow and I’ll buy everything for you,” I said, for it is a religious impro­priety to reveal that you are fasting.

She looked at me carefully and shrugged. Before I realised it, she had hobbled away.

Not long thereafter, sellers came perambulating my territory, I now be­gan reciting Psalm 23 as they enticed me with jollof rice, sugar-bread, boiled eggs, goat-khebab, and apapransa, among others. By 5:30pm, I decided to sign an accord with the devil to relieve my stomach of its palaver. For, the final lapse of 30 minutes was more than a century to me. Eventually, the ‘centu­ry’ came to pass as the devil beat its wings and soared away after losing the battle. That ended my ordeal.

Then I thought I could break the fast with a hundred oranges and five kilos of banana, but I was disappoint­ed. I could take two oranges only and no banana at all. I hear someone broke a two- week fast with fufu and thick palmnut soup with crabs and doctor-fish, and was immediately allocated some space at the nearest cemetery.

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Dear reader, the three-day fast did me a lot of good than harm. When I resumed my normal course of eating, I felt very healthy and I was energetic, walked with springy steps and was al­most ready to train to become a boxer. I was full of energy and experienced free bowels. Quite expectantly, my girlfriend said I looked more handsome.

Truth is, fasting has more than mere spiritual value. The body needs to be rejuvenated by exercise, continence and self-denial. Over indulgence short­ens your life.

Every medical authority will advise a full-day fasting once a month for buoyant health. Some illnesses can be cured by a period of fasting. The hu­man system is cleansed by fasting, and the most healthy-individuals are those who endeavour to do without food at periodic intervals. Fasting needn’t be only a religious duty.

And it is always healthful to be disciplined in one way or the other to ensure a healthy body. For your HEALTH is your WEALTH

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This article was first published on Saturday April 28, 1990

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MPs, churches, bad dressing 

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GHANA’S Parliament is a peaceful one. The arguments on the floor of the House can be fierce, but the House doesn’t catch fire. Ghana’s democracy has passed the acid-test of constitutional pluralism, and her legislature is a model of democratic beauty others are learning from.

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Sometimes it is edifying following proceedings in Parliament and you are likely to catch the voice of Honourable Alban Bagbin in full flight. He doesn’t talk much. His English vocabulary does the talking.

Last week, I heard another MP talking on bad dressing, and I must congratulate him on his brilliant exhibition of vocabulary, delivered in Westminster tradition.

Such explosive delivery titillates the floor of the House and brings joy to members and Mr Speaker.

In the parliament of some countries, there is no need for such niceties. The floor of the House is regarded as a battle ground. Others, including lady members, see it as a boxing ring, where the spoken word is often jettisoned and supplanted with punches and upper-cuts.

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So the average parliamentarian trains part-time as a boxer, in case boxing skills will be needed in the House to iron out knotty points.

The ladies’ pedicure and manicure are carefully designed to fulfil a dual purpose. One is to showcase trendiness and the other is to scratch the faces of opponents in the House whether they are ladies or gentlemen. 

Sometimes, the Speaker has to keep shouting and banging for well over 15 minutes as a recalcitrant MP dashes across and grabs the tie of another MP, thus precipitating a free-for-all brawl. Some MPs return home with a half nose, a missing left ear and a double forehead.

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None of the offending parties is sanctioned because brawling in parliament is seen as a democratic process, since some MPs are so stubborn that only a sidekick to the ribs can mellow them. Meanwhile, a free-for-all is good exercise for the MPs, some of whom have grown too fat due to over-feeding.

Fortunately, the parliament of Sikaman has a civil democratic culture and debates get fierce but punches are not unleashed. For comic relief however, MPs do some break dancing once in a while.

When ROPAB was passed into law, some MPs caused a stir by bursting into song and dance. Mr. Speaker was be wildered, but obviously pleased that his announcement of the passage of the bill had brought joy to the House.

Others were not happy, though. The bill and the debates had caused them enough distress. As for the passage, it was like cutting their throats. They groaned in their hearts. No punches, no karate. That is democracy in its maturing stage. It is tempered with reason and civility. One day, it will be their turn to laugh and dance.

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Now, the MP who spoke on bad dressing did a good job by all standards and added value to his delivery by going highfalutin. He wanted a law to be enacted against bad dressing, because it was not good for society.

What constitutes bad dressing? That is a very difficult question. Judging what is good or bad as far as dressing is concerned will obviously depend on the setting or context.

For example, going virtually naked on a holiday beach is considered good dressing. But when a man and his wife storm a church room in their birth-time suits (naked) the pastor and his deacons will surely take cover. It means a sartorial revolution has precipitated and only the Holy Spirit can hold tempers at bay.

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In the streets of Sikaman, a lady with a very short skirt is admired by some as trendy and stylish. Others would think she is indecent and a bad influence. But the question that arises ultimately is this: Don’t people have the right to wear what they want to wear, so long as the unseemly parts of their bodies are not laid bare?

Certainly, nobody will go totally naked in the streets, unless the person is either in-sane or is a Black Stars supporter painted in the national colours. Even then, he’d be in what is called ‘pioto,’ with his ‘instrument’ well-positioned. That is called proper dressing.

So in the streets, this kind of dressing will be considered good or bad depending on the setting and the extent of exposure of the private parts (breasts, thighs, lower back, buttocks, etc).

Personally, I feel the churches should be very scrupulous about the dressing of those who go in to worship. The ushers should be tasked with ushering away badly-dressed worshippers. Incidentally, they are the worshippers who like the front pews, and the pastor is so distracted he can’t preach any meaningful sermon.

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However, a law on dressing is something I won’t advocate, for the simple reason that, first, there is no clear definition of what is bad dressing and second, society must be left to evolve its own dress culture so that fashion and creativity in fashion design will not be stifle Any law to regulate dressing will kill such creativity.

This article was first published on Saturday July, 2006

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The body under siege: how long-term stress wears you down                                                          

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​Most people think stress is just in your head. When you feel overwhelmed, overworked, or emotionally drained, you might think you just need a good night’s sleep or a quick mental break.

​However, science and biology show us something entirely different. Chronic, long-term stress is not just an emotion—it is a full-body physical condition. When you live in a constant state of survival mode, pushing past your limits without real rest, your body pays a very heavy physical price.

​Here is a clear, step-by-step look at how ongoing stress physically breaks down the human body, explained simply.

Step 1: The endless flood of stress chemicals

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​What happens normally: When you face a sudden emergency, your body releases stress hormones like adrenaline and cortisol. They give you a quick burst of energy, speed up your heart, and help you react fast. This is a great survival tool for short bursts.

How stress breaks you down: If you never truly relax, your body never turns off that alarm. Your bloodstream stays flooded with cortisol and adrenaline day after day. Over time, having these chemicals constantly sloshing around acts like a slow poison. It damages your blood vessels, raises your blood pressure, messes with your metabolism, and even wears down your DNA, making you age faster.

Step 2: The silent internal fire (Chronic Inflammation)

What happens normally: When your brain senses danger or stress, it assumes you might get hurt, so it tells your immune system to cause inflammation (swelling and heat) to fight off germs and heal injuries.

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How stress breaks you down: When stress lasts for months or years, your immune system gets confused and leaves that “fire” burning permanently. Instead of healing an injury, this silent internal inflammation starts attacking your healthy cells, joints, and organs. Over time, it paves the way for serious health issues, heart trouble, and total body fatigue.

Step 3: Turning your muscles into armor (Fascial Hardening)

What happens normally: Your body is wrapped in a web of strong connective tissue called fascia that holds your muscles, bones, and organs together. When you face pressure or trauma, that tissue automatically tightens up to protect you like a suit of armor.

How stress breaks you down: If you stay tense for years, that tissue never softens back up. It freezes in place, creating tight, painful physical knots (often called emotional lesions). Blood and oxygen can’t flow easily through those locked-up areas, leaving you stiff, aching, and physically unable to truly let go of tension.

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Step 4: Burning out your body’s engine (Nervous System Overdrive)

What happens normally: Your nervous system has two main gears:

​The Gas Pedal (fight-or-flight mode for dealing with emergencies).

​The Brake Pedal (rest-and-digest mode for healing and repairing your body).

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How stress breaks you down: Chronic stress forces your foot down hard on the gas pedal 24/7. Your heart beats faster than it should, your digestion shuts down, and your body is denied the deep rest it needs to repair itself. Eventually, your heart and nervous system run completely out of fuel from sheer exhaustion.

Reclaiming your health and sovereignty

​Chronic stress wears you down slowly by keeping your body chemically toxic, inflamed, and locked-up in physical armour, and running on empty.

​By understanding that stress is a physical breakdown rather than just a bad mood, you can stop glorifying endless endurance. It allows you to recognise when your body is screaming for a reset, helping you shift away from burnout and back toward true physical calm, balance, and sovereignty.

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