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Kaka and piopio
Six strong men raped her but the 16-year-old girl pleaded with her mother not to report the matter to the police. The distressed mum will not listen to that nonsense. She dashed straight to the police station and reported the case.
The police invited the poor girl to give a statement, following which a man-hunt for the culprits would begin. The girl surprisingly started laughing at the policemen. She asked them to forget about the case.
“We want to jail the criminals,” the Inspector said, pleading with the girl to give her statement. “They won’t get anything less than ten years.”
“I enjoyed it,” she finally said curtly to the Inspector who opened his mouth in utter surprise and disbelief. Maybe he didn’t hear well.
“What exactly did you say?”
“I said I enjoyed the game!”
The Inspector now stared at her, gaping in wonder. Was he dreaming?
“You are virtually asking us to close the case? This is a criminal offence!” he said pleadingly. “Forget about the case. After all, I enjoyed it.”
PLEASURE
When the girl’s mother heard her daughter’s admission of pleasure instead of pain, she nearly collapsed. She couldn’t believe that her daughter could say she enjoyed it when six men took turns to ravage and tear her apart. There might be something wrong with her.
In the Inspector’s fifteen-year experience in the service, he had never encountered a case as intriguing as this. Well, if the girl said she enjoyed the three-hour session, then technically the case was closed. Whoever charged someone in court for giving pleasure to another? If there should be anything at all, the rapists should be congratulated on a good job done. Docket closed!
But the docket did not close on the girl’s sexual adventures and misadventures. She was asked to go and live with her auntie and her husband. It was there that she proved she enjoyed the gang-rape. And if she did, then her auntie’s husband was in big trouble.
This girl tempted the 45-year-old man in so many ways until he fell from grace. His wife caught him too doing something to the girl in the bathroom. She was not exactly a witness to what took place when the shower was on for 45 minutes. But the fact that it was her loving husband who was enjoying the shower with her niece offered a vivid imagery of what transpired.
It did not need anyone to do a video coverage of the bathroom event to find the two guilty of taboo. But before anybody could offer rituals to cleanse them, the girl now 18 disappeared and reappeared in Accra. She promptly got married to a prosperous young businessman.
The man was visibly excited. The girl was fair-coloured, sexy and beautiful and he thought he was blessed with such a dazzling Madonna.
“This is God-sent,” he openly admitted to his friends.
Two months later, he came back home to find his loving wife frantically sucking the huge phallus of his close friend. The sight nearly made him develop stroke. The friend started pleading for forgiveness.
“She begged me to have sex with her,” he said.
The marriage ended and the girl was distraught. She loved the man but something within her would just not keep her from seeking pleasure extra-time. Oh! What exactly was wrong.
CATECHIST
She ended up in a charismatic church. She realised she needed deliverance and sought divine help. “I’m suffering from kakapiopio!” she told the resident pastor. He had never heard of such a disease and asked the catechist to find out exactly what was happening to the young woman.
Before the catechist could diagnose the disease, the girl stripped him of his clothes and stooped before him. Her buttocks were presented full-plate and the man of God could not resist the temptation. The quality of the girl’s body required that the Bible be put aside for a while. Later on, he could sort out matters with God.
The girl nearly tore the church apart because she also put the choir-master to the test and nearly brought down a few deacons. She now headed for the pastor himself. | If it had not been for God’s intervention, this girl would have made the pastor crawl on all fours legs like Nebuchadnezzar.
After leaving the church in disgrace, the girl (now woman) got married and delivered two children in quick succession, She decided to settle down to family life. The husband, fat plumpy man soon began to slim down. It was not as a result of HIV/ AIDS. The woman just would not allow him to sleep.
SHOWDOWN
He was forced to fulfil his marital obligations before sleeping, again around midnight and finally and most auspiciously at dawn. The dawn showdown was normally quite hectic and by morning the man was virtually a wreck, a раthetic shadow of himself.
After four-years on the sex job, the man decided to proceed on pension. He could not perform his nightly duties without collapsing. And his wife would not stop forcing him to go and go. She was insatiable.
All his energy was sapped; divorce was the only option if he was to save his life. Moreover, he had heard from the grapevine that the woman was also servicing a good number of people in the neighbourhood.
What was most annoying was that she was doing so for free. At least if she were bringing some money home, her misconduct would have been justified on financial grounds. He quit the marriage.
A few years after that, this sex-machine of a lady got down with a deadly disease.’ That was when she told her story, still not knowing that she was afflicted with a disease called “nymphomania”. It is a psychological condition. Nymphomania is the uncontrollable desire to have sex. If you have it see Dr. Asare!
When Abigail Fremah steps up to the Armwrestling table, the noise fades, the tension settles, and order takes over.
Despite a calm, but firm and meticulous disposition, she has become one of the quiet forces shaping Ghana’s growing reputation in the sport, not as an athlete, but a referee trusted on the continental stage.
Abigail’s journey into Armwrestling did not begin at the table. Like many Ghanaian sports enthusiasts, she grew up playing several disciplines. Football was her first love, but she also featured in volleyball and basketball during her school years. Sports, she says, was simply a way of life not just for her.
“It runs through the family. All my siblings are into sports,” she stated.
“I was involved in almost every sport in school, football, volleyball, netball, hockey; I did everything,” she recalls.
Her academic background in Health, Physical Education and Recreation laid a solid foundation for her sporting career. While on scholarship at the university (University of Cape Coast), she often used her modest budget to support young athletes, sometimes sharing skills and even T-shirts at programmes she attended. Giving back, she explains, has always been part of her motivation.
However, as she matured as an athlete, Abigail made a critical self-assessment.
“Armwrestling involves a lot of strength,” she admits. “Looking at my body type, I realised I couldn’t fit properly as a competitive athlete.”
That moment of honesty pushed her to a different trajectory but equally important path in sports; which is officiating.
During her National Service, she was encouraged by Mr Charles Osei Asibey, the President of the Ghana Armwrestling Federation (GAF), to consider officiating. He introduced her to a technical official, Mr Hussein Akuerteh Addy, who formally took her through the basics of Armwrestling officiating in 2021.
“I started as a case official,” she says. “We moved from region to region every week, officiating competitions. That’s where it all began.”
By 2022, Abigail was actively involved in national assignments, though she missed the African Championship that year. Her breakthrough came in 2023, when Ghana hosted the African Armwrestling Championship.
It was her first experience officiating at a major international competition and it changed everything.
“That was my first national and international exposure at the same time,” she says. “It really opened my eyes.”
Today, Abigail is a World Junior Armwrestling Referee, a status earned through performance, consistency and discipline. She explains that progression in officiating was not automatic.
“It’s all about performance, your appearance at African Championships, your conduct, how you handle pressure; that’s what takes you to the world level,” she stressed.
As a referee, Abigail’s priority is safety and fairness. Armwrestling, she notes, comes with risks, particularly injuries to the wrists, elbows, shoulders and arms.
“If athletes don’t follow the rules or refuse to listen to officials, injuries can happen,” she explains, adding that focus was everything.
Before every match, she ensures that all equipment which includes elbow pads, hand pegs and table alignment were properly set. Athletes are not allowed to cover their elbows, must grip correctly, and must follow the referee’s commands precisely.
“We make sure everything is fixed before the grip,” she says. “Once we say ‘Ready… Go’, there should be no confusion.”
She is also firm on discipline. Warnings are issued for infractions, and repeated misconduct attracts penalties.
“The referee must be respected, if you don’t listen, the rules will deal with you,” she says.
Abigail credits her confidence partly to her sporting family background. Her mother was a volleyball player, while other family members also participated in sports. Though they were initially concerned about her safety, her rise to the top reassured them.
“They were afraid at first,” she admits. “But they were also very proud, especially because some of them never got the opportunity to reach this level.”
Looking ahead, Abigail is optimistic about the future of Armwrestling in Ghana. In less than a decade, the country has produced African and world-level medalists, a sign, she believes, of great things to come for Ghana.
“Whenever we go out, we come back with medals such as gold and silver,” she says, and to her that was a sign of growth.
In the next five to ten years, Abigail sees herself rising to become a World Master Referee, the highest officiating level in the sport. Until then, her routine remains intense, training four times a week, working closely with athletes, standing on her feet for hours, and constantly refining her understanding of the rules.
“I love this sport,” she says simply. “That love is what keeps me going.”
Abigail encouraged women to be bold and intentional about their place in sports saying “don’t limit yourself because of fear or stereotypes.”
She also urged women to invest in learning, discipline and consistency, stressing that respect was earned through performance.
For Abigail, as Ghana’s armwrestlers continue to make their mark, she will remain where she is most effective at the table, ensuring the game is played right.
By Esinam Jemima Kuatsinu
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As he had promised Aperkeh, the elderly man and his wife and three daughters stopped by Aperkeh’s parents’ house. Mr Amando and his family were preparing to settle in for the night.
“Brother Ben and family”, Mr Joshua Amando said warmly, “although I know you are here on a matter that can hardly be described as joyous, it is still good to see you. You are welcome. Please sit down while I bring you water”.
“Yes, we will take water, even though we are hardly thirsty, because this is our home”.
“Okay, Ben”, he started after they had drank, “Let me go straight to the point. My daughter Priscilla has told me about the goings on between her brother Aperkeh and our daughter Stella.
Before informing me, Priscilla had expressed concern to Aperkeh about some habits he is adopting, especially the late nights and the drinking. She tells me that one Saturday morning, she was there when Stella complained about his drinking and some girls who had come to the house to look for him, and he assaulted her.
I called him and complained, but all he could say was that I don’t know what caused him to react that way, so I could not judge him. Now he does not answer my calls.
I have sent Priscilla to his house to call him, but he has refused to come. Unfortunately, Ben, my son is a much different person than the young boy who completed university and started work at the bank. I am really embarrassed about his treatment of Stella”.
“Joshua, let me assure you that even though what is happening is very unfortunate, it will not affect our relationship.
We have been friends since childhood, and I thought that with their parents’ blessing, the relationship between Aperkeh and Stella would grow to become a blessing to all of us. But there appears to be a real challenge now.
Stella thinks that Aperkeh wants her out of his house, and indeed Aperkeh himself told me that, about an hour ago.
So I’m taking my daughter home. I suggest that you do what you can to straighten him out, but if it does not work out, let’s accept the situation and continue to be one family.
I am sure that being the well behaved girl that she is, Stella will meet a young man who will cherish her. Fortunately, this problem is happening early in the day, so they can sort things out if possible, or move on with their lives if they are unable to stay together”.
“I’m really grateful for that, Ben. I will do my best in the next few days to reason with him, because apart from the relationship with Stella, Aperkeh is risking his job and career with this lifestyle.
A good job and salary offers an opportunity to gather momentum in life, not to destroy yourself”.
“Okay Brother Joshua. We will say goodnight. I hope to hear positive news from you”.
As he descended in the lift from the fourth to the ground floor, Aperkeh wondered who would be waiting at the reception to see him at nine on Monday morning. He had spent good time with both of his new girls during the weekend, so it had to be someone else. He got out of the lift and pulled a face when he saw Priscilla.
“Priscilla”, he said as he sat down by her, “what do you want here? You know Monday morning is a busy time at the bank. I am a very busy person, so say what you want, I have work to do”.
“You are very funny, Aperkeh. You are telling me, your sister, that you have work to do, so I should hurry up? Okay, Dad says I should advise you to come home tonight, because he wants to discuss the issue of Stella with you. He sent me to you twice, and you did not come.
He has tried to call you quite a number of times, but you have refused to answer his calls. He says that if you do not come tonight, you will be very surprised at what he will do. He says you will not like it at all, so better come.
“What is all this? Why won’t you people leave me alone? Stella is very disrespectful. I told her that if she wanted to continue to live in my house, she must obey me. It is that simple.
She chose to continue ordering me about, controlling me in my own house, so I told her that if she could not live under my conditions she should leave. And she left. In fact, her own father came and took her away. So what again?’’
“How did she disobey or control you? Was she complaining about your continuous drinking and late nights? And did you slap her on several occasions because of that? Did you tell her that if she could not live under your conditions she should leave? You actually said that to her father? You have forgotten that before she came to live with you, our two parents met and agreed, and gave it their blessing?’
“Why don’t you leave, Priscilla? I don’t have to listen to all that”. “Okay, I will go. Your father who gave birth to you and educated you to university level sends me to you, and you ask me to leave? I wish you would defy him, and refuse to come home as he’s telling you, because he is planning to give you the discipline you badly need. Let me tell you. Stella is such a beautiful and decent girl, and I assure you that someone will grab her before you say Jack. You are only 30 years old, and you have already become a drunkard”.
As he walked towards the lift, Aperkeh decided on what to do. He would go home, and calmly listen to what his father had to say. The old man was very unpredictable, and he wouldn’t dare ignore him. So he would take all the insults and threats, but as for Stella she was history. According to Priscilla, Stella was beautiful and all that, but she had not seen the two curvaceous princesses who were all over him, ready to do anything he asked. And these were not barely literate waakye girls, but university graduates from wealthy homes, really classy girls. With stuff like that, who needs a waakye girl? He smiled as he took his seat.
A few minutes to five, Aperkeh was packing up to leave for home to meet his dad when his phone rang. It was Priscilla.
“Aperkeh, Dad says you don’t need to bother to come. Stella’s dad says she came to him early this morning to plead that she would rather stay at home than return to your house. She thinks you are already decided to be rid of her, and she does not want to risk being assaulted again. So it’s done. You can go ahead and enjoy the nice life you have started”.
Before he could tell her to go to hell, Priscilla hanged up the line. He was partially stung that his dad had virtually cut him off. The last thing anyone would want was to fall out of relationship with his own family, which had always supported him.
But the truth was he was no longer interested in Stella. What was wrong with going by one’s feelings? He could only hope that one day, his parents and sister would try to reason with him.
By Ekow de Heer
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