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Is Aŋlɔ State under siege?
Torgbui-Sri-III
I might not have been born in my hometown of Anyako, but I spent 15 solid years from 1957 in the Aŋlɔ State attending basic and secondary schools.
During this period I learned the Ewe language and literature, our sojourn to our current location from the present Benue State of Nigeria through Ketu (also in Nigeria), Ŋɔtsie and Tsevie.
I know my people would have still gone west, crossing the Volta river, but for the advanced age of the great Torgbui Wenya who, after having led his people through thick and thin, felt he was too advanced in age to continue further. Every Aŋlɔ worth their heritage knows how their new identity came about and Aŋlɔgā (Anloga) became its capital.
As a student at Zion College at Aŋlɔgā I took the trouble to visit the historical sites that I learned about in Middle School. I saw myself living through our history as a people and tribe.
Not only that; I felt a deep sense of belonging. It confirmed my understanding of our communality and responsibility towards one another, fierce honesty and abhorrence of evil.
I knew also that only the Bate and Adzovia clans could ascend the throne as Awoamefia, the Overlord of the Aŋlɔ State. Coming from the Liké Clan disqualifies me to ever become the Awoamefia. But thankfully, I come from the Royal Akornu House of Anyako.
All that I have seen captured in our historical narrative is that Torgbui Wenya anointed and installed his nephew (his sister’s son) as Awoamefia Torgbui Sri. But the narratives do not tell us why Torgbui Wenya chose his nephew over others in spite of the Dogbo (that’s who they were) custom of patrilineal inheritance.
Some analysts say Torgbui Wenya saw greater leadership qualities in his nephew than any other person who could be a candidate. Of course, this is not new in human history.
So, our great leader and founder of the Aŋlɔ State, issued this as an edict that has been with the Aŋlɔ State till date. As Dutɔ (custodian of the land) he became kingmaker. This was his prerogative.
In fact, Amega Wenya’s nephew Fuiga Kponoe, was the Prince and heir apparent of the Tado Ewe when he ran away with the Stool to join his maternal uncle Wenya and the Dogbo Eυe in Ŋɔtsie. This proclaiming him was a master stroke that united the hitherto separated Tado and Dogbo Eυe into one monolith in Ŋɔtsie.
There is no recorded challenge to Torgbui Wenya’s decision and the people of Aŋlɔ have lived with this for centuries. As a result, we have had the following Awoamefia:
1. Torgbui Sri I (1468-1504);
2. Torgbui Adeladza I (1504-1524);
3. Torgbui Zanyedo I (1525-1538);
4. Torgbui Akotsui I (1540-1568);
5. Torgbui Ŋditsi I (1568-1594);
6. Torgbui Adzanu I (1595-1630);
7. Torgbui Agodomatu I (1631-1660);
8. Torgbui Agodeha I (1661-1685) and
9. Torgbui Aholu Nunya I (1686-1725).
They were followed by
10. Torgbui Atsia I (1726-1776);
11. Torgbui Atsiasa I (1784-1810);
12. Torgbui Letsa Gbagba I (1810- 1840);
13. Torgbui Amedor Kpegla I (1849- 1906);
14. Torgbui Sri II (1906-1956) and
15. Torgbui Adeladza II (1957-1997).
The Awadada (Warlord) Torgbui Agbesi Awusu II acted as Awoamefia from 1997 till the current Awoamefia Torgbui Sri III was installed in 2011 as the 16th Awoamefia of Aŋlɔ.
As stated earlier, the succession process that brought in the current Awoamefia was as murky as it was confusing, especially for those of us not within the Bate and Adzovia Clans. Until very recently, when someone was purporting to be Torgbui Wenya III, there had been a relative quiet in Aŋlɔ.
Actually, the succession of the current Awoamefia was due mainly to opportunism and greed within the Adzovia Clan, which disunity has gravely affected effective Traditional governance in Aŋlɔ.
From the listed succession of Awoamefia, one could deduce that nothing has ever been heard of a Torgbui Wenya as Dutɔ of Aŋlɔ aside of the great founder of the Aŋlɔ State and dynasty, Dutɔ Wenya who anointed and installed his nephew as Awoamefia.
It is difficult to understand why someone would pop up and lay claim to a position not recognised as having been part of our recent traditional norms and practice, unless the claimant has an agenda only he and his handlers (if there are any) know. Personally, I suspect political paymasters whose avowed aim is to divide and rule the people.
Assuming, without admitting, that it was wrong for the great Torgbui Wenya to install his nephew as Awoamefia, do we rise up after almost five hundred years to want to right the wrong? If this were allowable, should there not be a process or template for such? Have these been followed or this so-called Torgbui Wenya III is only an attention seeker bent on destroying the Aŋlɔ State?
Aŋlɔ has gone through turbulent times and this is an inauspicious moment to sew any seed of disunity among the people. Already, political chicanery has been deployed to decimate the Aŋlɔ unity by carving out and creating paramountcies to stand on their own. We should not tolerate any malicious attempt to destroy us further by selfseekers or those dancing to the tunes of self-serving characters.
The paramountcies thus created must follow the example and time tested practice of Asanteman where all Asante paramountcies owe allegiance and deference to the Asantehene. Sadly, the current Awoamefia does not seem to want to exert his authority in this regard.
I must point out that our traditional rulers have held this country together more than any politicians have ever attempted to. Indeed, politicians benefit from our disunity as different tribal groups than they will admit to. This is why it is dangerous to want to sew disaffection in any of our traditional areas.
Now, the Ministry of Chieftaincy Affairs has written to the Dutɔ Wenya III to desist from carrying himself as such. Methinks that should have put paid to the activities of this fellow, but he fired back at the Ministry as if it does not know what it is about.
As I write, the Accra High Court is to sit on a case of one injunction or another on the celebration of this year’s Hogbezā. I am careful not to dwell on the legalities as I am not a lawyer. My understanding is that the fellow holding himself as Dutɔ is a lawyer.
I have watched video clips of some young women of Aŋlɔ lambasting the people involved in this Chieftaincy saga. Their contention is that it is a needless exercise for grown men to squabble over who has traditional authority while Aŋlɔ wallows in abject underdevelopment and poverty.
Much as their concerns make a lot of sense, it must be borne thoroughly in mind that a harmonious traditional area gives assurance to investors in development and commercial projects. It is timely, though, to call for sane minds so the area can see development.
Personally, my take is that the weakness of the Awoamezi is the reason why Aŋlɔ has come to this. Court or no Court, methinks the invocation of the time-tested Great Oath of Aŋlɔ could settle this once and for all. If this will cleanse us of miscreants, usurpers and selfseekers, so be it. We have a tradition to keep and customs to uphold. Nothing should break our sanity as a people.
By Dr. Akofa K. Segbefia
Writer’s email address:
akofa45@yahoo.com
THE state of feeling rejected, could be a terrifying experience especially for those who have become used to fame. If not properly addressed, it could lead to depression and the consequences, could be disastrous.
When you are on top of your game in whatever profession you find yourself such that you become famous, a lot of people try to associate with you. The phone never ceases to ring and one is tempted to feel loved and very important.
When a disaster strikes and the fame or the money which was the source of the attraction fades away, the circle of friends and fans begin to shrink and the phone will start to stop ringing until the call stops voting completely.
You will be shocked at how people you considered friends, will no longer be calling you or pay casual visits as they used to. You will begin to notice that messages you leave after calling them and not getting a response are not replied to and that is when you begin to know who your true friends are.
One of the most popular movie stars was an actress called Sharon Stone. In an interview with one of the media houses that was published, she spoke about how people who should have come around to encourage her in her moment of depression, shunned her. The calls stopped coming.
This is what the Bible admonishes that the arm of flesh will fail you and therefore we should put our trust in God. It could be a very frightening experience and can easily lead to depression.
Human nature being what it is, people will want to get close if things are okay. Everybody wants to associate themselves with interesting things, famous people, rich people etc for mainly selfish reasons.
We need to develop the habit of putting our trust in God and relying less on human beings. The lesson we have to take along in life is that, no one marries his or her enemy so how come people who took vows that they will love each other become so hostile to each other that they want to go their separate ways in life? Such is the reality of life.
It is therefore prudent for people to recognise that, life is full of uncertainties and so there is the need to prepare your mind for uncertainties so that when they occur, they do not disorganise your mental sanity.
A lot of people have experienced situations where people who they could have sworn will never betray their trust have disappointed them when they were through challenging moments.
If there is one thing famous people should desire, it should be the ability to identify who are true friends are. Countless stories abound regarding incidence of celebrities who have lost their shine and their wives divorcing them soon after.
It is sometimes useful as a famous or rich person to sign a prenuptial agreement before marriage to safeguard or protect yourself from any future unpleasant surprises.
People can be very pretentious these days, it goes both ways. There is this real life story where a man married a divorced wealthy woman and convinced her to sell her house so they could build a new one together, with the excuse that people are gossiping that he is being housed by a woman.
The woman agreed and they put up a new building. After a few years the man asked for a divorce, only for the woman to realise that the land on which the building was situated, was bought in the man’s name.
This can drive a person insane, if you are not mentally tough and this happens to you. When people hear that you are homeless, a lot of your so-called friends will stop calling, so that you do not become a burden on them.
By Laud Kissi-Mensah
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‘But, er …. I don’t even know your name’.
‘Paul. Paul Allotey. I’m Sarah, by the way. Paul, why don’t you leave me here, since this is the last important thing I’m doing today’.
‘Okay. Now Sarah. I was just thinking. You will be here at the cafe for about an hour. By then it will be about twelve thirty. Then, you would be thinking of buying yourself some lunch, to eat here or to take home. So if you would please allow me, I will take you to one of the nicest eating places in town, and after you have sorted that one out, then I can drop you home. Just that one errand, then I won’t bother you again’.
‘You are not bothering me at all. You are being very kind to me. And I just realised you are a mind reader too. The last item on my agenda was lunch’.
‘I’m so glad I appeared at your doorstep, just in time’.
‘Okay. Now Paul, since you say the cafe is a comfortable place, let’s go in together, and you can do your work while I get my application done’.
‘Okay, Sarah. Thanks. Let’s go’.
We got back in the car at eleven forty-five.
‘So where are we going, Paul?’
‘To Royalty restaurant. It’s a twenty minute drive away’.
‘So, do you enjoy your job?’
‘Most certainly. I won’t change it, not even to be President. And am I right to say that you are preparing to enter the university?’
‘That’s my plan. I hope it works’.
‘It will, if you are determined, and disciplined. You look very much like a disciplined person’.
‘Thank you very much’.
We arrived at Royalty in twenty-five minutes, ‘You are joining me for lunch, Paul’.
‘Thanks for the honour, Sarah. But the bill is on me’.
‘Aren’t you taking on too much for one day?’
‘I never do anything that is bigger than me, Sarah’.
Over the next hour and a half, we discussed fashion, local and international politics, and sports, as we ate and relaxed. Finally, he drove me to the shop.
‘I will never forget you, Paul’.
‘I’m glad to have been helpful. But if you don’t mind, I’ll say it again, your husband is extremely lucky. You are really beautiful’.
‘Thanks again. But do you mind if I call you sometime in the future?’
‘Certainly not. Let me write it here. I will not ask for your number, for obvious reasons. But I will be looking forward to hearing from you. And hopefully, I will see you next month, when I call to drop your bill’.
‘Okay Paul. See you then’. What a lovely day, I said to myself as I opened the front door. I closed the shop and got home by seven. I went straight to the bedroom, stood in the mirror and took a good look at myself. ‘You are a very beautiful woman, Sarah. Never forget that’. I will not forget that, again.
Over the next several weeks, Martin and I had very little to do with each other. In the morning he ate his breakfast and after a shabby ‘I’m going’, he left. He came home around eight at the earliest, ate his dinner and, already soaked in beer, went off to sleep.
He spent the greater part of the weekends at the club house with his friends, playing tennis and partying. My mind was focused on furthering my education, so I didn’t complain to him, and didn’t bother to inform my parents about what was happening. I had decided that I would only take action if he lifted his hand against me again. I spent my free time reading all manner of interesting stuff on the internet, and chatting with my sister on WhatsApp.
One evening, he came home at about eight, rushed to the bedroom and rushed out. An envelope, obviously containing money, dropped out of his pocket, and I picked it up and followed him. I was going to call him and give it to him, but I noticed that there was a young woman in the car, so I went back in, counted it and put it in a drawer in the hall. He came back after some ten minutes.
‘Excuse me, I dropped an envelope containing money. You must have seen it’.
‘Yes, I saw it. Actually, I followed you, and was about to call you and hand it over to you when I realised that there was a woman in the car, so I came back in. I counted it. One thousand cedis.
‘Well let me have it. I have to be going’.
‘I will let you have it if you will tell me who the woman in the car is, and why you are going to give her that amount of money’.
‘Listen, if you waste my time, I will teach you a lesson you will never forget. Give me the money now!’
‘Here’s what we will do, Martin. I know you will give money to her anyway, so I will give it to you, if you will withdraw the threat you just issued. But I want you to know that I will be taking some steps from tomorrow. Things are getting out of hand’.
‘Okay, I’m sorry I threatened you. Can you please give me the money’. I handed it over to him, and he ran out’.
The following morning, I waited for him to finish having breakfast, and told him I wanted to have a word with him urgently.
‘You better be quick. You know I’m going to work’.
‘Well, I want to inform you that I will inform my parents, and your parents, about the situation in this house. As I said yesterday, things are getting out of hand. You spend most of your time drinking. You get drunk every evening, and through the weekend. And you are also spending your time and money on a prostitute’.
‘How dare you? One more stupid word from you …’
‘Am I lying, Martin? You have just started life, yet you are behaving like a rich, elderly man who has already seen his children through university, and can afford a life of fun. As I said, I’m going to inform our parents. Maybe your parents can straighten you out before it is too late’.
‘Look, we can talk this evening. It’s nothing like what you are saying’. He walked away, shocked.
That evening, I was expecting to have a meaningful discussion with him, but his mother called early in the evening to offer me some ‘advice’. Her son had called to say that certain developments at home were disturbing him so much that they were beginning to affect his work.
And, ‘as a loving mother to her daughter’, she was advising me to submit to my husband, and support him in prayer, and not ‘drive him from home’. Men would always be men, and she was telling me ‘from experience’ that no matter how much time Martin stayed away from home, he would always come home to me.
She had been a young wife before, so she understood the challenges I was facing. So I could be assured that if I followed her advice, all would be well. And, of course, she didn’t allow me to tell my side of the story.
Martin came home very late, and very drunk. And from the next morning, he carried on as before. With some hesitation, I called my dad and told him all that had gone on.
‘Well, my daughter. I’m not going to say “I told you so”. I was only trying to protect you. So here’s what we’ll do. Continue doing the best you can, and try not to give him any excuse to harm you, but if things continue to deteriorate, I will take you back.
A couple of days later, my cousin Dinah arrived in Accra from Brussels, having completed her medical course. With Martin’s agreement, I went to Koforidua and spent a couple of days. I spent most of the time chatting about her experiences in the US, but we also discussed my relationship with Martin, and she endorsed Dad’s decision to take action if Martin’s behaviour did not change after two weeks Elaine informed Mom and Dad. We endorsed Dad’s decision to take action if there was no change in two weeks.
Dinah returned with me to Takoradi. Her plan was to spend a couple of weeks, and return to Accra to be posted. I called Paul Allotey, and asked if he would meet her for lunch and, if possible, show her some interesting spots. Delighted, he suggested that we meet at Royalty the next day.
I told Martin about it, to remove any possibility of future disagreement over ‘going out with men’.
‘It’s fine with me’, he said, ‘if, of all the people who could show your sister round this town, you chose a borla man. Doesn’t that indicate the kind of person you are?’
‘ First of all, Martin’, I’ve spoken to him a few times, and he comes across as a decent guy, so I think it is rather unfortunate that you are writing him off when you don’t know him’.
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