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The beauty of rural Easter

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SOMETIMES, it is good tonic going to the village to celebrate an occasion like Easter. But it all really depends on whether you know your hometown or not. You can’t go where you don’t know unless you are led like a blind man.
The problem is that many have been born outside their ancestral homes and have since then not had the courage or the money to travel and see the birth place of their forefathers.
For those who know their home-town, going back to celebrate the Easter is normally easy especially when they are not suffering from a financial disease.
However, my former classmate Kwame Korkorti has just reiterated that he would never go to his hometown again because he is the target of witches.
Yes, it is twelve good years now since the guy touched his roots. The last time he was there, he was nearly converted into a billy goat to be slaughtered for groundnut soup. He had about 13 nightmares in a single night and courtesy calls from witches of all kinds, profile and red-eye.
Apparently, they had come at mid-night to welcome back the great Korkorti Asamoah from the capital city. But the welcome ceremony was rather unorthodox. Instead of sitting down and exchanging greetings and telling of their mission, they rather held Korkorti’s limbs and started dragging him to where he didn’t know.
If the great Korkorti had not turned to Christ and shouted “Jesus!” for seven consecutive times, he would have ended up in the soup-pot, clean! But God was on his side and Jesus heard his cry. Korkorti has never been a religious person, but when it comes to matters of life and death, he knows where power lies.
Witch or no witch, going back to your hometown on an occasion is always a refreshing idea. Rural life is particularly exciting when palm wine is in season. The price is not like that of beer.
Moreover, palm wine is a health-drink. The dregs are laden with what any ‘unbeliever’ would term impurities. But believe me, the chemistry concerning the benefits of these ‘impurities’ is not far-fetched. The dregs have yeast in unusually large quantities.
Legend also has it that the impurities have been the magic that has kept wives from divorcing their husbands, even when the husbands are poor to the point of hopelessness.
At least, when these husbands drink the dregs of palm wine, they fulfil their marital obligations in style, keeping the marital bed hot and throbbing. The secret of a happy home indeed lies in the dregs of palm wine. Unfortunately, people do not know.
Yeah, Easter in the village is not a bad idea at all. Right from Palm Sunday, the action starts because most people equate Palm Sunday with palm nut soup.
There are certain rare herbs that are introduced in palmnut soup to make it delicious albeit rural. You won’t find such herbs in Accra. Bush meat also makes a difference.
Then comes GOOD FRIDAY when Jesus was betrayed by one of his right-hand men JUDAS ISCARIOT. He is the man who deserves the most honour, being the person who gave out Jesus to be crucified, so that mankind can be saved.
Those who hate Judas should repent today and start loving him. Without him, there would have been no hope for you and me.
In the villages, people consciously or unconsciously acknowledge the role played by Judas the bad boy. They express this in the course of what can be termed an alcoholic festival during which mixtures are permitted.
You can combine akpet with palmwine, add a little beer and finally top it with gin and akpet again. If the next dawn you find yourself sprawled in a dirty gutter, don’t be surprised. It all goes to confirm the fact that Judas’ role was indeed a hard one.
Holy Saturday is normally a day that begins with a hangover. And the ‘ghost’ must be cleared otherwise you’ll still be seeing things in twos and threes although you’re not suffering from kooko. Two tots of gin clears the eye and also opens the stomach for food.
Easter Sunday or is it Holy Sunday? Is more religious in outlook. People dress in their best clothes and their style of walking to church is always varied depending on where they come from to spend the Easter. In fact, it all depends on whether they come from Accra, Kumasi, Obo Kwahu, Tapa Abotoase or Teteman.
Those from Accra normally want to show a bit of class and therefore dance to church rather than walk. And before they sit on the pew, they spin round to see if people are admiring them. In fact, they are stylish.
You can also observe that those from Kumasi are often flamboyantly dressed. And when they walk to church, you’d think they are about to fly. Even the proverbial vulture in all his pomp and majesty, fully bedecked in royal kente will not be that airborne. Kumasi is not a cheap city, you know!
Other celebrants are of course also finely dressed and some walk to the church as if they are hurrying to catch grasscutter. The sermon is normally lively primarily because people from Accra are around.
The pastor becomes charged with the spirit and he delivers the word while employing heavenly gestures to stress biblical points.
As for the catechist, this is his day of glory. He is extra holy and he is the centre of attraction. The entire church revolves around him. It is he who can ask the Holy Spirit not to descend.
After the church service, everything becomes easy-going again with ‘palms’ featuring prominently and pestles crashing against motars to signify that fufu is being manufactured.
Monday is picnic-time. It is usually a sort of bring-your bottle and ‘supply your own food’ palaver. But it is always prudent to make allowance for gate-crashers. They bring nothing but go home the most bellyful.
Well, it is all a matter of loving your neighbour as yourself.
Even if you’re given a slap on the left cheek, you must reckon that is not enough; and you musn’t slap back. Instead, you have to turn your right cheek too and invite the slappist or the slapper to do the job on this one too. That is the only way you can go to heaven. So those who are always thinking about revenge should take note.
Monday! Everybody who comes from ‘away’ goes back to base. The next day, the cart pullers would start work, the civil servants would continue with their demand for more pay, traders would start quarrelling and selling and life grinds on and on.
The Easter is over and this shows clearly in the slimness of the back-pocket. But wasn’t it worth it? It was! You’ve at least gone to the village and taken the dregs of palm wine to make your wife happy. But remember there is something called Family Planning.
This article was first published on Saturday April 22, 1995
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International character of Ghanaman and more

The average modern Gold Coaster born and bred in Sikaman is an adventurous creature. Go to any part of the world and you’ll find Ghanaman diligently slugging it out either in the snow or in hot sweltering weather, earning a decent living.
Go to Guinea and see Ghanaman in the garb of a herbalist, curing the sick of various ailments. He makes the Guinean understand that not all diseases are caused by James Lucifer alias Jimmy Satan. On the contrary, most diseases are caused by kooko which can even attack the human nose and turn it upside down.
That kooko is also the cause of poverty and the internal bleeding of personal back-pocket economies. And that kooko can be cured using the chemistry underlying Sikaman herbal medicine which has been blessed by the gods of Larteh.
And before Ghanaman starts dispensing his herbal concoctions, he must attract the passing crowd with some Sıkaman-originated choreography, akin to a combination of adowa and agbadza, such that the dancer can easily dislocate a shoulder and start crying for his mother.
When the crowd is enough to form a quorum, Ghanaman must perform magic as a side-attraction, and proceed to sell his drugs. The drugs are genuinely made from potent herbs which the Pharmacy Board of Sikaman says it has no confidence in. Believe me, Ghanaian herbalists are practising in neighbouring countries like Guinea, Cote d’Ivoire, Sierra Leone and Benin, while we are discouraging them from practising in Sikaman.
Go to Las Palmas and see Ghanaman as a fisherman. He sails on Korean-owned boats and is forced to eat garlic and raw tuna for radiant health. The garlic is also supposed to protect him against witches. But sometimes, he is not good bedfellows with some Korean crew members, and once in a while a fight breaks out.
The typical Korean is a Kung Fu expert and before displaying a golden dragon data. He must first terrify Ghanaman with a Korean dance which consists of wild arms and leg throwing. But Ghanaman is usually not daunted. Why has he been eating cancer kenkey all years without developing cancer? It mean is a superhuman capable of countering Kun fu side-kicks to the ribs.
Anyhow Ghanaman’s most potent arsenal lies in his fists. If he is a southpaw, it mean left fist is probably insured and can cause damage. When Ghanaman lands a cassava blow and it lands on a Korean chest, it has the effect of a cruise missile. If there is no ceasefire a funeral cannot be ruled out.
Greenland
Go to Alaska and find Ghanaman there. Greenland, Iceland, Brazil, Argentina, Madagascar, everywhere and you’ll find him. He has become an international citizen and is generally lauded for his hardwork, sincerity and honesty.
However, some bad nuts are also condemned and despised.
The world and all its parts and corners are for the human race, and anyone can choose to live anywhere and earn a decent living so long as he doesn’t misconduct himself or become a social misfit and a law unto himself.
Sıkaman for instance accepts foreigners, and we are so liberal that people just come in through our borders and we welcome them with the best palmwine in town and goat light soup. Who cares about passports and visas? Our hospitality is, as it were legendary.
So we have Liberians, Nigerians, Sierra Leoneans, Togolese, Europeans, Americans, Scandinavians and Koreans in Sikaman. And some of them have misinterpreted our overzealous accommodation to mean “foolishness” and are misconducting themselves.
The newspapers carry stories of some unscrupulous Nigerians stealing, defrauding and collaborating with their Sikaman counterparts to rob people. You’ll find some good and law-abiding Liberians around but some other Liberians are in the business of fraud, robbery, money printing, money doubling, anything criminal.
Ghanaian hospitality can no longer be extended to such people. I do not think Ghanaians will be treated kindly either, when they misbehave anywhere in the world. Those who come from outside with the intention of bringing down their evil deeds and to practise them here professionally must be getting ready because Ghanaians are getting fed up with the menace.
These days, you’ll find strange people following you as soon as you emerge from a bank. If you are not careful, they’ll wrestle your briefcase from you and speed away in a waiting taxi.
Someone was just saying that many foreign criminals are flocking to Ghana because in their countries, they are enable to operate either because they are being looked for by the police for offences committed or fear instant justice at the hands of mobs. Ghanaians, it is said, are humanitarian in dealing with criminals.
Well, in some African countries, a thief who is being chased runs directly to the police station in his own interest and begs the officer at the counter to lock him up. Otherwise he’ll be lynched or be burnt to death. In Ghana, it is the opposite. The thieves run far away from the cop stations.
The criminals must reform and stay peacefully in Sikaman or quit. No court case!
This article was first published on Saturday September 5, 1998
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The architecture of existence: How we live and die
The human condition is defined by two absolute, biological bookends: the commencement of complex cellular animation and its ultimate, irreversible cessation.
For centuries, medicine treated life and death as strictly separate states. Today, modern pathology and molecular biology reveal a more profound truth: the mechanisms that allow us to live are the exact same mechanisms that dictate how we die.
Understanding this relationship is no longer just a philosophical pursuit. It is a clinical necessity for managing public health in the 21st century.
Part I: How we live – The mechanics of animation
At its core, biological life is a continuous, high-stakes battle against entropy (the natural tendency of systems to degrade into disorder). To maintain form, consciousness, and function, the human body relies on three fundamental pillars:
1. Cellular respiration and energy production
Every second of human life is powered by the conversion of oxygen and glucose into Adenosine Triphosphate (ATP), the universal energy currency of our cells. This process occurs within the mitochondria.
Without a constant supply of ATP, the microscopic pumps that maintain electrical gradients across our cell membranes fail, causing cellular collapse within minutes.
2. Homeostasis: The balancing act
To survive, the internal environment of the body must remain incredibly stable, regardless of external chaos. This balancing act, known as homeostasis, regulates:
Blood pH: Strictly maintained between 7.35 and 7.45.
Core Temperature: Ideally kept around 37°C (98.6°F).
Electrolyte Balance: Precise ratios of sodium, potassium, and calcium that allow nerves to fire and muscles to contract.
3. The Autonomic Nervous System (ANS)
The ANS acts as the invisible conductor of life, split into two complementary branches:
Part II: How we die – The path of cessation
Death is rarely a singular event; it is a progressive biological cascade. Whether caused by old age, chronic illness, or sudden trauma, the final pathways of mortality generally follow a predictable trajectory.
1. The cellular horizon: Senescence and Apoptosis
Every time a human cell divides, the protective caps at the ends of its chromosomes-telomeres-shorten. Eventually, telomeres become so depleted that the cell can no longer divide safely. It enters senescence (a state of permanent arrest) or triggers apoptosis (programmed cell death). This gradual, systemic loss of cellular renewal is the underlying engine of aging.
2. The clinical cascade of somatic death
When the body can no longer maintain homeostasis, somatic death (the death of the organism as a whole) begins. This occurs in a distinct sequence:
1
Clinical Death
Zero to four minutes
The heart stops pumping blood, and respiration ceases. While breathing and circulation have ended, the body’s tissues still contain residual oxygen and cellular energy reserves. At this stage, resuscitation is often still possible.
2
Brain Death (Infarction)
Four to six minutes
Deprived of fresh oxygenated blood, the brain’s highly sensitive neurons begin to starve. Lacking ATP, the brain cells lose their electrical charge, swell, and begin to burst. Permanent, irreversible neurological damage occurs within minutes.
3
Biological Death
Hours to days
The organs fail entirely. Without central control or blood flow, individual cells throughout the body consume their final energy reserves. Enzymes that once aided digestion begin to break down the body’s own tissues from the inside out, a process known as autolysis.
Part III: The modern collision of life and death
In the modern era, the boundary between how we live and how we die has blurred. Historically, humanity died primarily from infectious diseases and acute trauma. Today, global mortality is dominated by non-communicable, chronic lifestyle diseases.
Modern Pathology: How we live (the cause) how we die (the result)
Cardiovascular disease, chronic stress, poor diet, and lack of sleep keep the sympathetic nervous system hyper-activated, damaging blood vessels .Occlusion of coronary arteries leads to myocardial infarction (heart attack) or ischemic stroke.
Metabolic syndrome over nutrition and physical inactivity overwhelm cellular mitochondria, leading to systemic insulin resistance. Multi-organ failure, chronic kidney disease, and severe vascular complications.
Neurodegenerative Disorders Chronic systemic inflammation and sleep deprivation prevent the brain from clearing metabolic waste. Gradual loss of synaptic connections, leading to dementia and the eventual loss of basic autonomic functions.
Conclusion: The unified theory of health
Ultimately, how we live directly shapes the path of how we die. The micro-choices of daily existence-how we manage emotional stress, the quality of our rest, our communal connections, and our nutrition-either preserve the integrity of our homeostatic systems or accelerate their decline.
True medical advancement is shifting away from merely extending the final, frail stages of biological death. Instead, the focus is turning toward optimising our living years-ensuring that the intricate, beautiful machinery of human animation runs smoothly until its natural, quiet conclusion.
By Robert Ekow Grimmond-Thompson




