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Smooth Transfer – Part 3

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After a busy morning at the office, I met the boys at Adehye, our usual lunch spot. We started catching up on the latest gossip, but the hottest issue was Abena and I.

The guys were surprised that Abena showed completely indifference when she saw them whilst in the company of another guy. Ebo’s fiancé solved the riddle for us.                                                                                                                                                          ‘Guys, let me tell you what’s happening. Jennifer is what I would call a fixer.

She fixes guys with girls. Every now and then guys with money in their pockets would ask her to get them ladies, and she would make friends with the girls and get the job done.

 And David, you know your girl Abena has all the features that men like. Big size, ample bosom and booty and thighs topped up with good looks.                                                                                                                                

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‘And Jennifer does this for the fun of it?’ Papa Awotwe asked. ‘She just fixes guys with girls just for fun?’                                                                                                                                                      

‘Certainly not. She takes a fee, depending usually on the means of the customer. Some wealthy guys pay well, others struggle’.                                                                

‘So does she share this money with the girls? Surely, any girl agreeing to be traded will take some inducements?’                                                                             

‘Jennifer does not share her fees with them. Awotwe, most of the girls who would allow themselves to be traded think they need money, or its simple greed. They want money to buy dresses and shoes and other fine things, and to be taken to nice restaurants, by people with flashy cars.

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And David, let me tell you this. My sister Baaba knows Jennifer quite well, and she tells me that she met her with your Abena at a dress designer’s place, and they were really running you down.

Basically, they were saying that you are a civil servant working at the Ministry of Agriculture, and your job regularly takes you to the north.

You are just a struggling young man, they say, and Abena was much better off with this guy called Ampadu, whose family is quite wealthy. According to them, your car is quite ordinary compared to Ampadu’s BMW, and he takes her to places you just cannot afford’.                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

‘Amen’, Ebo said. ‘David, I think we have to celebrate the fact that you have found this out early in the day.

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I’m so glad that you have also started hitting the right buttons in business. I know Abena will be in for a big surprise quite soon. This Ampadu guy and his two brothers are very loud.

They hold parties quite regularly, at which a lot of wines and good food are served. But if the supermarkets are their source of funds, then they have to be careful’.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

‘I’ve heard that their dad took a chieftaincy title a couple of years ago’ George said, ‘and he has acquired some lands which his kids are selling. I hope they are using part of those resources wisely’.                                                                                                                                                                                                 

  ‘How can you use resources wisely when you are organizing flashy parties?’ Ebo said. ‘Hey, let’s order our food’.

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It was a Friday evening, so I got into some light evening wear and drove out to meet the boys, but I decided to stop by Abena’s place.

 Her mother and sister and another young lady were relaxing in the yard, together with her cousin, so I sat beside them and joined their chat.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

‘Abena is getting ready’, Mama said. ‘Are you guys going out’?                                                                                                                                                    

 ‘Actually, I haven’t made any such arrangements with her. I got back into town just this morning, so I just stopped by to greet you all and see how you are doing. And by the way, who is this gorgeous young lady?’                                                                                                                                                                              

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 ‘Ah, David’, Esaaba said. ‘Kwakyewaa is our cousin. She’s a postgraduate student in France. She’s here for a holiday. Abena is dressing up, so I assumed she was going out with you’. Abena came out, looking nice.                                                                                                                                                                      

‘Good evening’, she asked. ‘You are back in town’. I nodded.                                                                                                                                                     

  ‘Abena, I thought you were going out with David’, Esaaba said.                                                                                                                                                           

 ‘No. I didn’t know he was in town. Jennifer and I are going out with some friends. They are picking me up anytime from now’.                                                 

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‘Actually its quite fine’, I said. ‘I’m meeting my friends at the new seaside joint to catch up on what’s happening’.  Just then, the horn of a car sounded, and Abena walked majestically to the gate.                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

‘So David’ Esaaba said, ‘when will you fulfil your promise of taking me out? I haven’t enjoyed an evening out for some time’.                                                       

‘Actually, we can do that now. Kwakyewaa and Mom can join us. In fact, you will enjoy the view of the sea and the live band, and they serve some wicked food. So why don’t you go and get ready?’                                                                                                                                                                                                     

‘No way!’ the elderly lady said’. I will fall asleep in your car. Go with the girls. Next time give me enough notice’.                                                                       

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‘What do you think, Kwakyewaa”?                                                                                                                                                                                                         ‘

Try stopping me! Let’s go and find something to wear’.

By Ekow de Heer

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The eye is indeed the lamp of the body

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There is a scripture that is found in Matthew 6:22 which says that the lamp of the body is the eye and therefore the eye must see well to enable the body to get to its destination.  

What most people do not know is that behind the scenes, there is a strong interaction between the eyes and the brain before a picture becomes clear.  The state of mind therefore is crucial to the eye seeing clearly to enable the body to process accurately the information the eyes are feeding it for proper identification of what the eyes see. 

This is similar to how a person behaves i.e. what informs the decisions that forms in the mind that results in the actions that a person performs.  The actions of a person does not therefore just happen but is as a result of things that went on in the mind, which in most cases resulted from information passed on to it by the eyes either consciously or unconsciously.

There are so many issues that affect our society which makes one wonder, whether the people who displayed such acts were created by someone or something other than God. 

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How can a person see a beach created by God with beautiful beaches and fresh air blowing all around, decides to defecate at such places, and therefore desecrate the environment?  lt is simply mind boggling? 

When other people in other countries who dwell on the coast are using their beaches for tourist attraction purposes as a means of livelihood and also to promote environmental health, some people living around our beaches, have turned them into rubbish dumping sites and toilets. 

It is a very sad situation and the earlier we did something about it the better.  It is a national emergency that must engage the attention, first of the government and then the citizenry, where religious bodies and NGOs must play a critical role.

The things we focus on in this country, needs to be addressed.  Our minds which processes the info the eyes send to the brain, must be disciplined.  There are certain behaviours that a disciplined mind can ignore even when the eye has provided info to the brain.  One of the things a disciplined mind does, is the avoidance of a second look, which is critical for every person who wants to avoid adultery or fornication. 

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Once a person is not blind, he will see things.  The boobs, the ‘shankus’, the coca cola shapes, the light complexioned, the dark complexioned etc. the eyes will definitely see and report same to the brain.  What the brain or the mind decides to do or instructs the eye to do is the issue. 

It can decide to instruct the eye to take a second look and let the mind drool over it or say ignore it and that will be the end.

If the mind becomes trained to focus on environmental issues like clean environment, the eyes will automatically be reporting on insanitary conditions to the brain as and when it sees them.  The mind will pay attention to such data and begin to process them and to identify solutions to deal with the reported insanitary conditions. 

There is the need to encourage citizens to train the mind to focus on the right thing so that in tandem with the eyes, focus will be maintained.  When the mind is so trained, it communicates with the eye to also focus on hood things that helps in both are spiritual life and our secular lives, for indeed the eyes are the lamp of the body.  God bless.

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 Arming the Sikaman journalists to the teeth

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THE relationship between New Times Corporation (NTC) and African Concrete Productions (ACP) is based entirely on matters of the stomach. Each depends on the other in a dietary symbiosis, reinforced by the close proximity of each other

At lunchtime, you’d see a particular set of Times workers marching regimentally to ACP to face the wall. You’d think they are soldiers. It has long been declared that the company manufactures the best kokonte in the Greater Accra Region. ACP is, therefore, a culinary haven for those NTC kokonte fans, both male and female.

As the NTC kokonte warriors cross the border to ACP, you’d see some ACP banku fanatics dancing joyously to NTC. They are lucky folks because they do not have to obtain visa to enter into ‘Times’ to attack the balls of banku with precision and accuracy. They also claim that the lightsoup at ‘Times’ is arguably the best in West Africa.

So the relationship between the two entities was quite cordial and based practically on stomach palaver, until ACP workers staged an industrial revolution, whereupon the managing director, accountant and estate manager were allegedly stripped naked and locked up in a room. An insurgency had began in earnest.

An ACP worker came to ‘Times’, this time not to eat banku and okro. He had come to inform newsmen that juicy stuff awaited them at ACP. It could make a front page lead story.

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A camerawoman and a female reporter were accordingly dispatched to go and bring back news, juicy news as juicy as kokonte and groundnut soup.

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I was driving to work when I espied the familiar camerawoman clicking away outside the ACP premises. I didn’t see any ‘Times’ reporter but angry workers who were on the verge of getting violent. I slowed down and the driver behind blew his horn at me like a lunatic. I drove on.

Later, I heard the reporter and camerawoman were harassed and brutalised. The report came,. “The camerawoman, Mrs Salome Adonu-Agbottah and reporter Mrs Doreen Allotey, in an attempt to retrieve the camera which the workers had seized from them were severely beaten. They were manhandled and almost pushed into a big gutter opposite the company’s premises.

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“….The camerawoman had bruises on her body, her hand bag was destroyed and the money in it stolen. Mrs Allotey’s watch was also snatched and her feet stamped on.”

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Luckily, it was not her nose that was trampled upon. She has a beautiful nose.

The bad news was received with extreme sorrow. If the victims had been men, it would not have seemed too bad. But to brutalise women is just unacceptable. The New Times Corporation has not stopped mourning the incident which has been condemned in many circles.

Some people keep asking me why Times sent females to cover a potentially violent demonstration. I tell them they might as well ask why CNN’s amazon, Christina Amanpour, is assigned to cover the carnage in Bosnia-Herzegovina and Rwanda. She is always on the frontline in jeans and jacket.

Journalism is a potentially hazardous profession, and once you accept to study and practise the trade, you might as well bone up to face any assignment as long as your superiors feel you are capable of handling it or you have demonstrated the capacity to handle it. Both males and females can be assigned anywhere, anytime just like policemen and women are assigned.

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The only difference between cops and pressmen is that the latter are armed only with a pen and the former with a gun. The question is should newsmen also arm themselves so that in any event of an assault they would not be found wanting in self-defence? They can’t adequately defend themselves with a pen and a jotter. A pen cannot even disfigure an opponent’s upper lip.

Photo-journalists have particularly suffered violence. Spectator ace-cameraman Vincent Dzatse was severely assaulted by AMA men when he attempted to take pictures of their indiscretions.

Sports cameraman, P. K. Arthur has been beaten more than once at the sports stadium when riots errupted and he wanted to capture it on his lenses.

Some sports journalists have been banned from entering the Accra Sports Stadium by supporters because in their comments, they didn’t write “sense”. Some supporters once nearly lynched Christian Abbew, Spectator Sports Editor, near a courtroom. He was stoned like the biblical Stephen. He had gone to defend a contempt charge.

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I think it is time journalists met and discussed how best to defend themselves in any event of an attack by individuals or mobs. In the pursuance of their duty, they must be free from harassment and assault.

Some journalists go to work and return home with a black-eye or a double fore-head. It is just not right. Something has to be done about it. I think journalists should be armed. But first we must be trained in the use of firearms so that our warning shot do not hit below the belt. What about training in Kung Fu?

This article was first published on Saturday, October 17, 1998.

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