These 1st 2 Months

I began the year with some pretty high hopes. I was expectant that this would be a year that I’d learn a lot, in many ways.

Well, this is my first post of the year, and it’s pretty much based on an event in this early part of the year that has had a massive effect on me.

So as the year began, my very close friend, Paul Folivi, had not been feeling too good. A few days in, and the boy informed me that he had been admitted to the hospital. Obviously, I was quite concerned, but he was like, nah, he’s not sick, just a little something they wanna check on him. He was admitted for quite a while, and a number of us from the church made it a point to visit him constantly. I went to see him on Friday and Sunday.

Later, he was transferred from the private hospital he was in to Korle-Bu. That slightly heightened our worry. But once again, he insisted it wasn’t that bad. Once again, a couple of us went to see him on Friday. Later that weekend, he was discharged, which brought some relief to us. We were convinced the worst that could happen had passed. We were communicating with him, and he continued to update us on how things were going. We were pretty much assured that he’d be fine. Besides, we were all fervently praying for his recovery. This was just a slight blip in the life of this young man. He had been absent since the beginning of the year, but surely he’d be back to do his usual thing.

Then the 23rd of January came.

I had something I needed to send to him, so I had it sent, and sent him a WhatsApp message informing him I had sent him the thing. He hadn’t been very active on WhatsApp, so when I saw he hadn’t been online for a while, I thought to myself, he’ll see it later. Late afternoon, however, and I saw a status from a friend in church saying ‘Our guy is gone’.

I got worried, but then I told myself to calm down. It must be someone else, right? I called Paul. No answer. I assured myself, he doesn’t always answer his phone. Especially during his illness period.

I had a meeting at church to attend, so I left home for it. On the way, the words in that status continued to haunt me, and I just continually prayed, ‘Dear Lord, please don’t let it be Paul he’s talking about’.

I got to church, and one of our close friends, Bernard, was around. As I parked my car and walked over to where he is, I saw him burst into tears. One of our pastors stood by, and putting his arm around me, he said something about having to strengthen the others. At this point, I was terrified, and I asked what’s going on. His next few words confirmed the nightmare I had been praying against.

Paul had passed away.

The memory of me collapsing and wailing in my pastor’s arms is one memory I fear will haunt me for a long time to come.

This, without a doubt, has been one of the most difficult periods of my life. I lost a close friend in Nigel Nartey many years ago, but we were close in JSS. He died when we were in SSS, and had met only once since, so as much as the news of his demise hurt, it doesn’t sting like this. This loss really crushed my spirit, for Paul was one of the closest friends I’ve ever had. From early 2013, when we’d meet on Tuesdays and talk before the leader’s meeting would start, we shared a unique bond. We shared our problems with each other, we teased each other, we became spoken word artists together… he was a gift to me, and to everyone that knew him.

These past 2 months have been difficult. Very difficult. So much of what I had my sights set upon have been thrown into nothingness, coz they had him in the picture. I’ve wept bitterly. I’ve cried. I’ve questioned God why he had to go. I’ve asked for a Lazarus miracle. I’ve called his number, praying to God it would ring, and he’d answer. It’s been really rough, and even as I write this, I’m nowhere near fully OK just yet. I miss my friend so badly. I want him here, where I can tease and torment him as I always do. Where we can chat on our various groups. Where I can tell him my personal issues and what I’m going through. The thought that his spirit is not here anymore, and I had to see his mortal remains get buried on Saturday is still very difficult to digest.

In the midst of the pain I’ve had to deal with and am still dealing with, there’s some rays of joy in there I can hold on to.

Paul Folivi was a guy who was sold out for the Lord. In all the time that I knew him, he was certainly not one of the rascals. He wasn’t even just a good boy. He was a God-centered boy. He lived for God’s glory. He was a part of the church choir, Firm Praise. A vital part of it, I should add. Our spoken word group was one that was to glorify God through poetry. Knowing him personally, it was clear to see that the Holy Spirit ruled his life. Of course, he had his flaws, as every single saint does, but he was a devoted believer. Even in the time of his illness, he asked, “What’s the worst that could happen? Death? I’ll go to heaven.” That was creepy, but an indication that he was not afraid of death. That’s something most Christians these days honestly seem to lack. We pray against premature death, all right, but sometimes, we honestly seem to behave as if death is the end of it all. Like our bodies are the real us. The truth, though, is that we’re really spirits, who have souls and live in bodies. I’ve been taught this numerous times, but I never thought it would be a source of comfort. As much as it devastated me to see his coffin in the grave, I’m reminded that it’s just an empty shell, and that the real him, who was made alive in Christ while he was here, is with the One who redeemed him.

I could mention the few scriptures that have helped me throughout this period, but I have to say that I’ve grown to have a greater appreciation for the gospel. Never has death dealt a heavier blow, but strangely and simultaneously, never has death been dealt a heavier blow. Its sting is so obvious, and I feel intense grief at losing Paul, but a reminder that Jesus conquered the grave more than 2,000 years ago is the greatest reassurance that it is powerless against the Saviour of the world. I think of the beauty of heaven and all its joys, and I’m even more grateful for grace, the cross, the sacrifice and His love. None of us deserve it in any way, but out of love, He granted us a way to spend eternity with Him, by accepting Christ as the One who took our punishment, our Kinsman Redeemer and our Master. Paul accepted him long ago, and he didn’t just say it, but lived it out. He didn’t deserve to be where he is, but Christ made a way for him, and I know he’s lost in wonder, love and praise as I write this.

Suddenly, many hymns I used to sing seem to have a deeper message than I used to think. I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s like I can feel the emotion behind the words. Faith that broke through the pain, and chose to trust in God. Hope and confidence in seeing the Eternal City. Deep-seated love and passion for the King of Kings.

Also, I now have a deeper passion for soul-winning and evangelism. The fact that my best friend is with the Lord now is something that comforts and encourages me. But then a question rises up in my spirit, What about others? There are others who aren’t going to meet the good side of God after death, and I need to do my part in reaching out to them and bringing them out of darkness. Christ will be coming very soon, and I can’t sit down and do nothing. Hell must be depopulated as much as possible. I pray you’re moved to action as you read this.

So I guess what I can say is that I’ve had a rough period. I’ve been through a furnace of affliction. And if the enemy thought this would get me to denounce or waver heavily in my faith, unfortunately he lost. Again. God never left my side during this tough season, proving He told no lie when He promised He would never leave or forsake us. He certainly hasn’t abandoned me. I’m clinging unto Him tighter than I ever did. I have no interest in embracing the world and what it offers. All I want to know is Christ and Christ alone.

Am I totally OK now? Not really. Have I gotten over Paul’s death? Not in the least. As I write this, too many things seem to be reminding me of him. Will this void be filled? Definitely not. This is a void that nobody could ever fill. This scar won’t be healed by anything mortal; only a glorious return will fully cure it. The moving on period just started for me, and it’s so much harder than I anticipated. But… in the midst of my sorrow and heartache, it is well. I might still shed a tear or two because I miss him and I always will, but it is well. Church won’t be the same, and TRP will always feel that sore vacuum, but it is well.

Through it all, my eyes remain focused on Him, for I know that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared to the glory that will be revealed. I understand that I don’t understand why this happened, and that with my human mind, I will never understand. It’s only when I’m in His presence, like Folivi is right now, that I’ll understand things from His perspective.

Until then, I just pray He heals my heart, and not just mine, but the hearts of all who have been sorely affected by this departure.

Paul Folivi, I’m glad you already knew you were a brother and a friend to me. Even as we’re worlds away from each other, that will never change. I’ll always love you, dude. I’ll always miss you. Rest in the bosom of our Father. Your family on earth can’t wait to see you again.


Long Journey 7

*sigh* I’ve been a serious disappointment. 6 episodes in, and I just slacked off with this. In making it up to y’all, a new episode is gonna be up every day. Yep, from today to Friday, we’re gonna see how this story pans out. Should be a quick but exciting distin. So, now that Nana and Paa Yaw are friends, let’s see what’s happening…

“Are you serious? You think waakye in a leaf is overrated? My guy, you dey hia deliverance!”

“Hoh, massa, this hype be OTT. Waakye be correct chow, nobody go disagree, but this leaf matter you people dey hype be too much. Ahiaa?”

“Such uncircumcised talk!” Elikem scoffed. “Do you even understand the eternality of what we’re talking about? Massa, waakye in a leaf is an otherworldly distin oo.”

Saturday afternoons were usually an interesting time in the house, as the boys in the dorm would basically bring up all sorts of topics to talk about. Fierce arguments, heated debates, trolling sessions… they all took place there, and were usually a highlight for Nana. Before the issue of food wrapped in leaves, they had been sharing stories about one subject guys usually love.


Nana had been pretty vocal about it, letting the guys know about the girls that had expressed their interest in him and how he had had no interest in any of them. The boys were obviously surprised that he was quite a ‘bouncer’, but he insisted that he was not one to tolerate being pursued. His ego wouldn’t permit it.

He wasn’t too loud about this food issue, though. He didn’t really like having his waakye in a leaf, but with the way the others were heavily descending on George, he decided not to add his voice and come under the firing squad.

Staying silent as the others continued to push forth their case for the amazing nature of the delicacy in question, one guy sitting by the window announced loudly, “Ei, chale, the Paa Yaw nigga dey outside dey talk plus Robbie. Sensational!”

Perfect subject changer.

“Chale, the past week, he change oo,” one of the guys mentioned. “He shun the foolish life. Now he dey do boyz-boyz ankasa.”

“Chale, we dey thank God,” Elikem commented. “If he dey make peace plus Robbie diԑԑ, then ibi real thing. The way the guy mean am eh! Ibi like after Nana save am wey he see sense.”

Nana nodded. “Yeah. Last week, I go sweep the compound, he come join me, help me, then tell me stories. The near-death experience show am some things, chale.”

“Why, he tell you some things?” one of the boys asked.

“Nah, but… he mention something about how life be full of regrets and things. The way he talk am too, chale, ibi like he do plenty of things wey the near-death experience slap am proper make he see sense. I still dey wonder what he dey talk about.”

“Sometimes, he fire some ladies bi,” Elikem said, shrugging.

George nodded. “Eno nso wᴐ hᴐ.”

“Nana Po!” the voice of one of the juniors rang out from the entrance of the dorm. The boys all looked in the boy’s direction.

“Mr. Yeboah is calling you. He says your mother will be calling in a few minutes.”


“Nana, you don’t sound as excited as I thought you’d be,” Evelyn said, feeling slightly disappointed with his reaction to the news of Henry. He had always wondered when she would find someone, and he expected him to sound a little more ecstatic.

“Oh no, ma. I’m sorry. It’s just… there was some serious conversation bi we were having in the dorm that had me thinking deep, so my brain eyi is divided. But I’m very happy to hear this. So when am I meeting him?”

“Next week Saturday, God willing. He made it clear he wants to meet you proper. Start a connection now, you know?”

Nana smiled. “I’m more than ready for that. I’ll be expecting you two then. How is everyone at home, by the way?”

“Fine ooo. Your grandfather was down with malaria last week, but he’s fine now. And your uncle Ben is almost done with his Masters. Hopefully, you should be around for the graduation.”

“Wonderful! Wonderful kraaa!”

“Yep. Well, I just wanted to let you know we’ll be coming, so make sure you give your housemaster the list of provisions you need by Wednesday so I can take care of those things. Continue to study hard and be a good boy, okay?”

“Yes, ma.”

“Alright, then. Love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too, mum.”


“… and now that I’ve had time to think about it, it’s really hit hard how wrong I was with Mariam. I mean, we’re related. But all that mattered to me was her body. As to how I managed to convince her to sleep with me, I should be honest, I now don’t know. But… I wish I hadn’t had sex with her. I tried calling her during the week, and she refused to answer my calls. Whatsapp messages all on blue ticks. I’m still hoping she’ll accept it soon.”

It was evening, and after choosing to swerve entertainment night, Nana was at the back of Mr. Yeboah’s house with Paa Yaw, who was feeling the need to be very vulnerable and was opening up about many of his discrepancies.

Even though he initially felt uncomfortable, Nana started to relax as time went on. Way more better than the movie being shown at the entertainment hall, as far as he was concerned. And seeing some of the pictures, he could see why Paa Yaw fell so hard, especially in the just-mentioned case of his cousin, even though he didn’t approve.

“Mmmm,” he murmured, not knowing what to say at that point. “Now I understand why you mentioned that regret issue.”

Paa Yaw shook his head. “All I’ve said honestly pales in comparison to one major thing I’ve done.”

Nana looked at him in surprise. “Seriously? These things are serious issues oo!”

Paa Yaw nodded sadly. “Yes. Yes, I know. But there’s one thing I did many years back. A really foolish act, that in all honesty has been chasing me for a long time. Probably what has pushed me to constantly drown myself in alcohol and sex, which of course, has hardly worked. It’s the reason I haven’t set foot in Accra for a very long time, and…”

He shook his head and placed a hand over his face, clearly overwhelmed by the regret he was feeling.

Feeling awkward at this point, Nana hesitantly patted him on the back. “Ummmm,” he started, clearly unsure of what to say, “you can take it easy. You don’t need to bring it out now if you don’t want to.”

Paa Yaw shook his head. “No, I’ve kept it to myself for years now, and I think it’s time to let it out.”

Nana sat back, curious to know what it was that could be worse than hammering his own cousin.

“Nana, I’ve been a coward. And my cowardice is most likely that which has caused me so many problems. I’m waiting till my financial position is better, then I’ll do my possible best to rectify it as much as I can.

“You see, there was a time I found a lovely young lady, and I wanted her so bad. I got her. Right where I wanted her. Moaning in my car. Yeah, I had a car back then. Not long after that, she got back to me with some news.”

“She was pregnant?” Nana asked.

Paa Yaw nodded.

“I wasn’t happy about it, because all I wanted was the fun. So I told her to get an abortion. It caused so many fights between us. And one day, after one of those arguments, I decided that was it. I packed some stuff. And… I ran away.”

Nana was motionless at that point, as Paa Yaw wiped the tears from his eyes.

“I ran away. From my child.”

Well, we all knew at some point that Paa Yaw was Chris, and it’s out! What’s gonna happen next? Tomorrow will definitely let us know!

Long Journey 6

Another Friday, and another episode of Long Journey!!

So last week, as y’all already know, I was so late, and I had to ensure it doesn’t happen again, so here I am, on time! Hehe!

By the way, just to let y’all know, TRP in collaboration with Getting Connected, is hosting a program on the 19th of this month! WORD CULTURE ’17!

Trust me, you do NOT wanna miss this. All of us, yours truly included, will be on to bless di mic!

Anyway, now that I’ve dealt with that. Back to the story. You think there’s gonna be a change in Paa Yaw now? Well, let’s find out…

“So how is your boy doing?” Henry asked as he took a sip of his Orijin Zero. Six-thirty on a Friday, and he and his new lady, Evelyn, were having a relaxing time at the Pizza Inn section of the Airport Shell, just catching up on how busy a week it had been for them both. The relationship was slowly but surely gaining momentum, and they were loving each other’s presence.

“Oh, he’s good. Spoke to him last week. The usual things you guys go through in boarding school and all, but he’s doing just fine,” Evelyn replied. “I’ll be going to visit him next week, hopefully.”

Henry stroked his chin as she mentioned that last part. “Interesting. I see.”

Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “Something you want to say?”

Rubbing his chin now, he started. “Weeelllll… I’ve seen him just once, and that was a brief one. You know, when I waved at you guys in traffic a few months ago. And I guess it would be a great idea to meet him and get a little acquainted with him, you know, now that I’m in a relationship with his mother and all…”

He trailed off, giggling as he noted the look on Evelyn’s face. She was clearly bored by the attempt to explain himself. Her next words proved it.

“Blԑda, you dey explain too much. Just say that you want to come with me kԑkԑ.”

Henry, still having a grin on his face, nodded. “Yes, darling. I want to come along to see Nana Opoku.”

“Ah! This simple thing and you were now doing some plenty explanations bi. Do I look like a physics lecturer to you?”

The question made him burst out in laughter, as he shook his head. “Ei, Evelyn! Wo nono!”

She also shook her head, laughing along with him.

As the waitress assigned to them brought the pizza they had ordered, he then asked, “So, I know it’s a little sensitive to ask about this, but…” he waited till the waitress was out of reach, then continued. “His father has never even bothered to get back in touch with you? Nothing at all?”

A wistful smile came on her face. “My brothers asked me the same question a few days ago. Henry, trust me, from the day I made it clear I wouldn’t abort Nana, he ran away. He told me he’ll see me the next day after I rejected the abortion money, and that was it. No phone call, no text, nothing. He threw his chip away. Got rid of any means by which I’ll contact him, and left.”

Stroking his chin, Henry said, “But chale, Evelyn, you should’ve taken the money ooo.”

She shot him an evil look. “Abrantie, don’t angry me this evening.”

Henry snickered for a moment, then put on a serious expression. “But on a serious note, that’s horrible. I can’t imagine the pain you’ve been through.”

“Oh, it’s been a painful process, but I thank God my family stood by me. They didn’t throw me under the bus and put me to shame like some families in this country. Helped me get through it, and now I’m fine. I’m not labelled a walking disgrace, I have an amazing young man as my son, and… you.”

Henry smiled at that last word. “I’m honoured at that, love. And I’m happy you’ve moved on and not held down by the past. It’s never easy to let go of such things, especially when the person never really apologizes. But forgiving is such a reliever.”

Taking a bite of her first slice, she raised an eyebrow at him.

“Forgive? Huh. What’s the use of forgiveness to a dead man?”


Paa Yaw sat at the side of his bed, his head in his hands.

The past few days had been quite an eye-opening experience. The reality of his near-death experience was starting to hit him hard with each passing day. Suddenly, all the frivolities he had been immersing himself in were beginning to look just like that: frivolities.

The girl whose number he had gotten on the day he nearly died had called the previous night, and now his plans of stripping off her clothes and banging her seemed slightly less appealing than it had at the point he got the number. He didn’t totally brush her off, but told her he’d get back to her later.

Now Alfred’s complaints were really beginning to sink in. Last night, he had wondered to himself, So if I had been dead by now, I’d be remembered as just some aimless fool? That I did nothing better with my life, but just sticking it in all the ladies I sweet-talked?

As he arose from his bed, he felt there was the need to make a change of some sort. But he didn’t know where to start from.

Grabbing a bucket and heading out the back door to fetch water as always, he stopped at the door as he heard the sound of sweeping.

That Nana Opoku… or Oware… I’m not too sure… he’s around!

He felt that same tinge of silliness he had felt back in the hospital when Araba told him he was the one who saved his life. Knowing he’d see the young man face to face in the next couple of seconds made him feel even sillier for behaving so foolishly the first time he had seen him.

For a moment, he felt hesitant to step out. But then, he shook it off and opened the door.

Nana was sweeping as usual. He looked up, gave a passive hand raise as a greeting and continued to sweep.

Paa Yaw took in a deep breath, exhaled and walked over to the young man. “Boss man,” he said in a friendly tone.

Nana looked up in surprise.

“Is there any way I can help out with your work this morning?”

“Uh… yes, please.”

“Alright, let me put my bucket down at the Polytank, then I’ll come and help out however I can.


Nana’s jaw dropped as Paa Yaw told him the story of his days. “Seriously? Wooden plank paaa? Herh!”

“Inobi joke oo! Inobi joke kraaa!” Paa Yaw responded. “I messed up by laughing. Those days, if you laugh by heart, they’ll not spare you. The guy heard me naaa, he said, ‘hey, why you dey laugh?’ I regretted eh. Goro with wooden plank! My whole life changed!”

“Yehowa!” Nana exclaimed, his hands on his head. “Even with the hand kraaa, goro is painful. Ei, then you’ve experienced crazy things paaa!”

“Oh yeah, chale. Those days when SHS was SSS. We went through hell. Seniors tormenting us like nobody’s business. It was extra painful leaving home to come to school, because you know they’ll torture you. As for your time, things are smoother. It’s easier to let the authorities be aware and for them to take swift action.”

Nana nodded.

“By the way, I’m sorry for acting like a bush man the first time we met. I owe quite a number of apologies. I shouldn’t have behaved like that. Not proper for a grown man like me.”

It had been an hour of work and conversation, and each minute brought more surprise to Nana. He nodded and said, “Apology accepted.” He wondered if Robbie would willingly accept, though.

“Great. You know, life is full of regrets for some of us. It’s good if we can deal with some of them whenever we can… ei, time dey go. I have to go bath and get some stuff done in town. Well, it was good getting to know you properly. I’ll see you later.” He patted Nana on the back and walked over to the Polytank, taking his full bucket, which had been sitting there for an hour, and moving into the house.

Nana shook his head, still not fully out of his state of disbelief. He’s actually a really nice man. Well, thank God he’s now doing boyz-boyz. That be what we dey hia. Elikem will definitely hear of this!

That statement about regrets, though…hmmm… sounds slightly deeper than just the trash talk…

Sooo, Evelyn seems to have NOT forgiven Chris. And now a cordial relationship seems to be forming… and wait. Ain’t it possible there might be an unpleasant reunion in the works? Well, stick around and let’s see!!!

Long Journey 5

I am soooo sorry, I’m so flipping late with this! Friday was such a busy day for me, I forgot totally to get this up. I beg you peepos to spare me. I’ll do my best to make it up to y’all. Okay? Thanks!!

So last time round, Paa Yaw had a sudden attack and passed out on the floor. Is he gonna die or nah? Let’s find out!

Nana Opoku whistled to himself as he walked towards Mr. Yeboah’s house. The housemaster had earlier instructed him to take some items from one of the other housemasters and take it to the house as soon as possible, during the prep period.

An intermission he was pretty grateful for, considering how tough the elective maths questions he was trying to answer were turning out to be. Even though Elikem was doing his best to help out, it was still proving quite difficult, so the break was well appreciated.

As the crickets were in full voice all around, with not a soul around the house, he walked leisurely, fully intending to take his time. His whistling came to an abrupt end, however, as he noticed the lights in the house.

Looked like the unfriendly guy was at home.

He let out a loud groan of exasperation. “How did I forget that there was a possibility I’d see that stupid bastard again? For all you know, he’s going to tell me some serious trash bi just to increase my heart rate.”

Standing there for a few seconds, with the items in hand, he sighed. “Ah well, if he tells me trash this time round, I’ll give it to him.”

Filled with a sense of confidence, he marched up to the front door and knocked hard.

No response.

He knocked again.

Still no response.

He shook his head. “Must be asleep or something… wait, he’s not locked the door? Ei!”

Opening the door, he came to meet a very unpleasant sight.

There lay Paa Yaw on the floor, clearly unconscious, in a pool of vomit.

In spite of the nasty pile before him, he rushed over to the unconscious man, turning him over. Things were not looking good at all. He quickly grabbed his hand and held his wrist to check for a pulse.

It was faint, and quite irregular, but it was still there.

Heart pounding, he said to himself, “Oh, thank God he’s still alive! Now I need help. There has to be someone around who can help me get him to the hospital ASAP.”

Straightening the unresponsive body on the floor, whilst grimacing at the puke on the floor, he moved out quickly, running to the nearest house. Knocking loudly on the door, he was gasping as the lady of the house opened the door, seemingly startled at the loudness of his knocking. “Madam, good evening. Sorry to disturb you, but there’s a problem at Mr. Yeboah’s house. There’s a man who needs to be taken to the hospital as soon as possible.”


“Alcohol poisoning??” Araba said in disbelief.

Alfred nodded. “He took too much alcohol, and with it being on an empty stomach, it worsened the situation. He’s currently in a pretty critical situation at the moment. Hopefully, he should be out of danger soon.”

“Oh, Ewurade Nyankupon,” she lamented silently. “Why? Why won’t this man get his life in order? Now he wants to kill himself?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know what to say now, Araba. I don’t know what to say. I’ve complained enough. Besides, what matters now is that he makes it out, and is safe from any kind of danger.”


By the time the boys were getting ready for lights out, the whole house had heard of what Nana had witnessed when he went to the house. Although Paa Yaw hadn’t really made any attempts at annoying any of the boys after the stern warning from the housemaster, quite a few of the boys were not so forgiving. Take the Robbie guy, for instance.

“Nana Po dey force oo. Ibi like the man no do am anything before. Like ibi me wey I see am for ground top, like some kicks paa he go receive,” the boy said out loud as he moved through the dorm, his voice displaying a bit of contempt for Nana’s ‘Good Samaritan’ actions.

“Ah, so like you go kill am for there?” one of the other boys asked.

“Hoh, I go finish am for there norr!” Robbie responded rather fiercely.

“Massa, you naa, you know sey you no go do. What Nana Po do be the right thing.”

“My guy, I no dey talk sey Nana Po no do the right thing ooo! I just dey talk sey like ibi me wey I go see am for there, like that be where I go show am sey he no go fit fool plus me. Idiot like him…”

As Robbie descended into another bout of savage profane attacks on the man, with those in his corner heatedly disagreeing with him, James, who slept at the top of the bunk bed he and Nana shared, came and jumped up onto his bed. Looking down at Nana, who was clearly oblivious to what was going on, he said, “Chale, Nana, forget Robbie. I never see nigga wey he dey like hold grudge so.”

Nana shook his head. “I no dey think about am sef. We all no dey like the guy, but in such a situation diԑԑ, help be necessary.”

“So you clean the place finish?”

“Yeah, chale. Nasty job paaa. The way the guy vomit put the floor…” he shuddered as he thought of how he had to clean up all that mess.

“Chale. Sudden sickness anaa?”

“No idea. I just catch there wey I see am for floor top. Passed out. Whatever the case be, I dey hope sey he go survive. I still no dey like am, but chale, human life be precious commodity. You no fit put your emotions first then do make somebody die.”


It was morning. Paa Yaw opened his eyes as he awoke from a rather uncomfortable sleep, riddled with weird dreams that he couldn’t understand or even fully remember.

He had regained consciousness the previous night, but had been too confused to really understand what was going on. Now as he lay there on the hospital bed, only one question went through his mind.

What happened to me?

He didn’t have to wait too long for the answer. Twenty minutes later, his cousin came into the ward with a basket, obviously filled with his breakfast.

“Good morning, Paa. I hope you’re feeling better this morning,” she said as she took the chair by the bed and sat.

“I’m feeling weird, but it’s not bad. But Sister Araba, I don’t fully recall what happened. How did I get here?” he asked.

Araba sighed. Shaking her head as she began to speak, Paa Yaw could already sense the “I’ve-given-up-on-you” vibe that had engulfed her and Alfred since that day the complaint by the boys was brought forth.

“You went drinking, didn’t you?”

He put his hand on his chin, as if to try and remember, then nodded. “Uh, yeah.”

“Well, that’s what happened. You drank too much alcohol. On an empty stomach. What happened to you was a case of alcohol poisoning. You know, that thing that killed Amy Winehouse? You nearly drank yourself to death. I should have unloaded my frustrations on you at this point, but… what’s the use? At least, you’re alive. I thank God for that, because I’m not ready for any funeral. I don’t need the spirit of premature death hovering around my home when it has no place there.”

It looked like she had more to say, but then decided not to. She got up and gave him the basket, and stated that Alfred would be coming to pick him later in the evening, when he was to be discharged.

As she moved to exit the room, she briefly turned to him.

“By the way, you should be thanking God that one of the boys happened to find you in time. Alfred asked him to take some items from one of the other housemasters and bring it home. From what the doctors said, had there been a delay, you probably would have brought a funeral to my doorstep. So if you pray, you can thank God for that.” She turned to leave.

“Wait!” Paa Yaw called. She turned to him. “Which boy was that?”

She eyed him in surprise. “Why would that be your concern? Don’t you enjoy being nasty to them?”

“Please, Sister Araba, I beg, I just want to know.”

“Fine. Nana Opoku. The boy who sweeps the compound. He found you passed out cold and managed to get Mrs. Gyampoh to bring you over here. So you can thank God for his life. I’ll see you later in the evening.” She left.

The boy who sweeps the compound…

The memory came back to him. That early morning he saw the young man busily sweeping. The crude and uncouth manner in which he asked him those unnecessary questions. The truth is, Paa Yaw just found pleasure in being a jerk to others at times. He just liked being rude sometimes. The reality that this victim of his, however, had helped him when he needed it the most, cut him deep as he thought about it.

That young man saved my life…

Hmmm… you think there might be a change of heart in there somewhere? Well, let’s find out in the next episode!

Long Journey 4

Thank God it’s Friday! Not just because it’s the usual end of the week like we all know it for, but… of course, because it’s time for yet another episode of Long Journey!

One of the readers (some fine geh bi who wears glasses. She knows herself, loool) says the episodes are too short. Hehe, lemme have feedback on that and I’ll see how best I can work on that.

So last week, looks like we had an unexpected reunion, which didn’t go down too well. Paa Yaw certainly isn’t a friendly guy, is he? What happens next? Let’s find out…

“Chale, I hear Robbie just a few moments ago, sey that guy for the house show am some stupid attitude bi. I no know what dey wrong am,” Elikem said as he took a seat on Nana’s bed.

Polishing his shoes, Nana shook his head. “He be some unreasonable idiot. Like one week this, I still no dey understand the reason he tell me that trash.”

Clearly, Paa Yaw was proving to fast become unpopular with the students. For reasons best known to him, instead of forming a camaraderie with them, he took the opportunity to be as savage as possible to the few he encountered.

The Robbie guy burst into the dormitory, still in a fit of anger at the nasty way he had been treated. He was quite a feisty character, and a hot-headed boy, so it had gotten to him pretty hard, and the words tumbling from his mouth were anything but friendly. As to how his encounter with Paa Yaw did not denigrate into a fight was a wonder.

As he loudly ranted about how the offender was a pathetic piece of garbage – which of course was put in a more profane manner – his mates came around to calm him down, as the assistant house prefect stepped in to assure him that he’d speak to the housemaster concerning the issue.

“You, you just come from nowhere. Sometimes, some good-for-nothing village bi. You get privilege come dey nice house wey you dey fool your body!” Robbie barked one last time before taking heed to the numerous pleas to calm down.

Elikem shook his head. “I dey hope sey Gordon dey go see Mr. Yeboah right now, coz this nonsense be too much.”

“Ashock,” Nana agreed. “Boys school wey you for do boys-boys make we all get along, you dey do bitchy things. Them for talk to am.”


“Paa Yaw,” Alfred started slowly as the two of them and Araba sat at the table, having just finished their dinner. “I received a complaint this afternoon, and I’m not happy about it.”

Leaning back in his chair, Paa Yaw looked at him, that ‘I-couldn’t-care-less’ expression so obviously chiseled all over his face. “What crime have I committed this time?”

Alfred sighed. “Paa Yaw, I’ve received complaints that you act nastily to the boys whenever you encounter any of them. That you’re acting unfriendly and hostile towards them. Just this afternoon, I heard you were so horrible to one of the final year boys, and almost provoked him to attack you. Paa Yaw, what is the meaning of that?”

“Alfred, Alfred, Alfred, hol’ it!” Paa Yaw interjected. “It’s tough love, that’s all. I don’t need to be all cuddly and sweet and flowery with them. We’re men, for crying out loud. They have it so freaking easy these days…” He shook his head, as if he had no idea what again to say.

“So your idea of showing them love is to be as nasty as possible from the onset without even building any sort of connection? Paa Yaw, I’m not a man, but I don’t think trash talk and contemptuous remarks are the way to start,” Araba said, looking at him disapprovingly.

“In any case, the whole ‘being nasty’ thing is always done in a joking manner, and considering all that I’ve heard, it doesn’t sound like you were merely pulling their legs. Sounds like you just wanted to be nasty towards them for the sake of it,” Alfred added.

Paa Yaw shook his head again. “Pandering to all the whining of these softies,” he muttered. “Hoh, aren’t there more pressing issues to think about?”

“I am the housemaster, and I have an obligation to all those boys,” Alfred interrupted, his voice clearly rising. “And if your attitude is causing problems to them, I have every right to listen to their complaints and do something about it once I know it’s a real issue. And it is, because you have no reason whatsoever to be doing what you’re doing. And you have the nerve to sit here and try and justify your foolishness with tough love claims?! Really?”

Paa Yaw kept quiet. This was one of those moments when Alfred got aggressive, and he couldn’t really go head to head with him.

“What kraaa is wrong with you? Every single time you get a chance to make something of your life, you blow it with some infantile rubbish. From disrespecting superiors at work to sleeping with younger girls. And the worst part is, you never have any problem with those actions. It’s always ‘oh, the boss was annoying’, ‘oh, she was too sexy to resist’. Every time, you have an excuse! And you don’t want to buckle down and get your life in order. What is wrong with you???!!!”

Silence after that.

Alfred shook his head. “You know what? Do whatever you want with your life. You’re old enough at this point to know what you want. If it’s just gallivanting about and doing nothing fruitful that makes you happy, that’s up to you. It’s between you and God. As for me, I’ve spent more than a decade telling you to get yourself together; me and Araba. But it’s clear we’re wasting time.”

As he arose from the table, he continued. “So it’s simple. We’re keeping you here till you get a job, and get yourself a place to stay. Whatever happens afterwards is not our business. Just one thing: leave my boys alone. If I hear one more complaint about you being a jerk to them, you’ll have to find another place to stay.”

Paa Yaw’s eyes widened. He started to blurt out, “Wait, so you’re willing to…”

A raised index finger, pointing at him, cut him short. “One more complaint from them, and you’re out of this house. I allowed you here to get yourself together, not to become a school bully.”

Alfred walked off. His wife followed him, shaking her head as she passed by Paa Yaw.


Friday evening. It was 7:25 pm. The Yeboahs had gone out, and prep was in session, so the atmosphere was quiet.

Paa Yaw stood at the front door, feeling satisfied as the click indicating the completion of the unlocking process was heard loud and clear. He barged in, swaying slightly as he made his way to the kitchen.

It had been an evening where he had been his vintage self. Downing quite a number of bottles of Stone Strong Lager after managing to get the number of a young lady he had already hammered in his mind, he was in quite an inebriated mood as he moved through the house, totally unconcerned about anything else. The only thing worth thinking about at that point in time was how he was going to ensure he’d be taking off that woman’s clothes before the end of the next week. She seems easy enough, shouldn’t be a problem at all!!

Obviously, he was taking Alfred’s words in all their stride. Never mind the fact that the two job applications he had made were not successful.

As he opened the fridge, eyes glazed as he looked for something to fill his stomach with, he suddenly felt a sharp jolt of discomfort. A sudden wave of nausea had fallen over him.

He tried rushing out to the bathroom, but in passing through the living room, he was already in quite a stupor, unsure of his movements. An attempt to run had him crashing into a nearby table with some of Alfred’s books. As he and the books went tumbling down, his senses became even blurrier.

Then he let loose all over the floor.

A nasty sight to behold.

Gasping for breath, he tried to get back up, but he was definitely in a poor coordination mode.

Head dropping back to the floor, another sharp jolt struck his gradually weak body, and he let out another disgusting stream to complement the first one.

Crap! I knew I should have eaten before going to the bar…, he thought in his mind as he started to lose consciousness.

Uh-oh, doesn’t look good for our guy. That booze session ending up in a rather nasty way. What’s going to happen to him? Y’all think he’s gonna die or something? Well… next week will tell! Stay tuned!

Long Journey 3

Another Friday is here, so y’all know what that means… the story continues! By now, I’m sure most of you have barbed the connection, so less of my nansins. Let’s see what occurs next… 

Saturday morning had the boys in Nana Opoku’s house in a lively mood. Right after morning devotion, one of the seniors had told his mates about a recent news item involving a new mother’s plea for help, as she had recently given birth to triplets, and upon hearing the news, her husband had run away. Now the dormitories were buzzing with intense discussion.
“He be stupid idiot!” one boy said furiously. “Ah, how you fit lef your wife at such a time?”

“Ibi shocking kraaa, Aramis,” the boy sitting next to him on the bed agreed. “He never force. If money no dey, e never be excuse sey you for lef am just like that. Ibi like he lef the hospital naa wey he boot lef them. Ibi serious bitch move he do.”

“Chale, you never know oo. It probably wasn’t what he bargained for,” one other guy across the two put in, shrugging.

The two immediately turned on him. “Ah, but Lexi too, what you dey talk?” Aramis snapped. “You eat the tin finish, now you dey come do bargain for the what and for the where? Why, the woman get power choose the number of kiddies e go dey the stomach inside? Ah, nigga wei paa! Make you no dey talk that thing!”

As the heat in that debate started to escalate, Nana Opoku and his close friend Elikem moved out of the dorm to get to their work places. For Elikem, that was the main compound of the house, and for Nana, the housemaster’s bungalow.

“Chale, that thing the guys dey talk about diԑԑ, ibi yawa paa. The guy be some serious coward,” Elikem commented as they descended the stairs.

“Hmmm, yeah,” Nana agreed. “If the guy no return, e go affect the kiddies… I dey hope sey he go return. Those babies no dey deserve such heartlessness. They deserve a father who will actually stick around and raise them and not place his selfish desires over their needs.”

Elikem stopped. He could sense a tint of bitterness in Nana’s voice with that last statement. Having known him for the past one year – their friendship beginning the moment they met on the first day of their schooling journey here – he knew that sensitive aspect of Nana’s life that most boys didn’t. He knew that there were times Nana still felt anger towards his father for walking out on him, and that the mask he often put up was nothing but that: a mask.

As he stared at his friend, who now had a pretty stony expression on his face, he knew there was nothing he could really say. The second of four children, he had a more fortunate background, as his father was the caring and responsible type.

“Chale,” he mumbled, putting his hand on Nana’s shoulder.

That touch had Nana snapping out of what seemed to be a bitter reverie. He shook his head. “Eli, sorry, chale. My mind just go some place. These kiddies dema case be bad pass my own, though. I mean, inobi sey some fling bi wey the guy boot. Marriage ankasa, wey the man dey run.”

“Yeah. The guy be jon pass,” Elikem agreed. “This trash attitude sey niggas go eat chics preg them, then boot never dey help. That cowardly mindset for change.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful! I’m excited for you!” Ben said gleefully as he and Joseph embraced their big sister upon hearing the news of her finally getting involved with a man.
Ever since Chris had impregnated her and ran away, she had absolutely sworn off relationships, choosing to focus all that attention on her son. The pain had been too much to bear, and so she chose the single-for-life route. It wasn’t long, however, until she felt that that was not the path for her. Other ladies may have been successful with that, but she wanted a relationship. So ever since Nana entered his teens, she had been hoping to find a good man. Unfortunately, many of those who would have been interested seemed put off by the knowledge of her being a single mother.

This new guy, however, was the answer to her prayers. Henry Fosuhene, a top official at one of the leading banks in the country, had noticed Evelyn a few months ago, and being a single man for such a long time, he made his move. Clearly unperturbed by the knowledge of Nana, after about four months of constant communication, he made it clear what he wanted. The charming, God-fearing man he was, she gleefully accepted.

“Thanks, guys,” she said as they let her go. “Henry’s a wonderful guy. These past few months have been great, getting to know him better. We’ve got a pretty amazing connection. I’m sure nothing but goodness will come out of this.”

“Definitely, definitely. We pray so,” Joseph said, nodding as he and Ben took their seats. 

“Indeed. Now I’m well over the whole Chris episode,” she said with an air of triumph as the two nodded in agreement.

“So that fool never even bothered to find out what happened with you?” Ben asked, more rhetorically than anything else.

As expected, Evelyn shook her head. “Nothing oo, Ben. Nothing. Kyԑrԑsԑ, once I refused to abort Nana, that was it. He decided to go his own way and never have anything to do with me.”

Ben sighed as he shook his head. “As for some guys, you just don’t understand them. Selfishness in warm flesh. As long as they get their desires, whatever follows is not their business or their concern. Makes me sick to the stomach just thinking about it.”

“Ben, don’t stress yourself about it,” Evelyn assured him. “I’m over it now. He hurt me really bad, but at the end of the day, it’s his loss. If he wants to go and sleep with all the girls wherever he is, that’s not my problem. Chris is dead to me. Six feet down the dirt. Dead.”


As Paa Yaw took a bucket from the bathroom, ready to go and fetch water from the Polytank outside, he thought back to his recent escapades. All those secret sessions with the Mariam girl. He smiled for a brief second as the thoughts brought him a few pleasuring tingles, but they instantly died out as he remembered what his in-law had mentioned last night.

Shaking his head as he remembered how much time he had wasted, he remembered something brief from his past…

I have my whole life ahead of me, and the last thing I need at this stage is fatherhood.

“Uh, I didn’t need to remember that,” he snapped to himself. “That aspect of my life is over. That’s why I’ve never returned to Accra since, and I don’t want to. No need to remember that girl and all the trouble that came with her. All I need now is to get a good job and make sure I keep it. And try to avoid the small girls… hehe, Lord knows that’ll be a problem,” smirking to himself as he moved towards the back door.

Stepping outside, he saw a young man in the school lacoste and brown shorts, busily sweeping. His first guess was that this boy must be working for the house as part of his duties.

“Hey!” he called out in a harsh, unfriendly voice.

The young man looked up from his position, looking straight at him.

“Who are you?” Paa Yaw asked, still in an unfriendly tone of voice.

The boy looked puzzled, obviously aware that this must be some new guy in the house. He then responded, “I’m Nana Opoku Addo.”

Giving him a painfully disdainful look, Paa Yaw moved a few steps forward, then asked, “Where do you come from?”

“My hometown or where I stay during vacation?”
Paa Yaw immediately wanted to say something nasty, but knew he’d make himself look stupid if he did, so he rephrased the question. “Where do you stay?”


The look on his face turned to scornful. “Why, ibi the whole Accra you dey stay for?”

“Dansoman in Accra.”

“Ah, why, you dey own all the houses for Dansoman or something?”

“I live around Exhibition, near the Ecobank side,” Nana responded, starting to sound irritated by the unnecessary and weak sarcasm being portrayed.

Paa Yaw gave him an up-and-down look, which was punctuated with a loud ‘Mtcchheewwww’. He walked on to the Polytank without another word to fetch his water, too busy on his little mission to hear what Nana, in annoyance, said.

“Stupid buffoon.”

Well, that certainly wasn’t a pleasant first meeting. I wonder what’s going to happen in the next couple of weeks. Only one way to find out… stay tuned! 

Long Journey 2

Another week comes to an end, which means… another episode of Long Journey! Woohoo! Truth be told, though, I’ve been soooo occupied this week, I thank God He gave me the strength to write this one ahead of time, else y’all would rip me to shreds and call me a ‘Chris’ for disappointing you. Loool.

So lemme quickly drop this: my church officially is on the podcast map! You can visit the Firm Foundation Podcast to catch up on what’s going on in the youth ministry of Action Chapel International, or if you already have a podcast app on your phone, just type the name in.

Also, I’m dedicating this to my shepherd, Nuria Ashitey, who’s celebrating her birthday today. I’m thanking God for her life, and pray she continues to walk in fulfillment of her divine assignment. Oh yeah, and for patience to deal with the nutcase I tend to be, hehehe. 

Enough of the shoutouts, let’s get back to the story…

“Yeah, that’s what Maame told me. Hopefully, the courts will spare her since she did her best to get a qualified midwife before going ahead to attempt the duties herself. If not, she’d probably be held liable or something like that. You know Maame already; the girl doesn’t joke with her legal things,” Mr. Alfred Yeboah said to Evelyn.

“Not at all,” she agreed. “Well, it’s time for me to get back to Accra. Great meeting you again. I’ll definitely be keeping in touch to know how Nana is doing.”

“Sure. He had a good first year. No problems, no issues. Just the occasional bullying complaints here and there which I took care of swiftly. Some boys tend to misbehave when they get some seniority, but I’m keenly keeping my eyes on him. Nothing to worry about.”

“I trust you, Mr. Yeboah.” She smiled as she rose from her seat and walked to the front door. “Greetings to Maame and her husband. And tell her to relax with all of the ‘I put it to you’ things.”

“Haha! I surely will. Goodbye and safe journey, Evelyn!”

“Goodbye, Mr. Yeboah!”

As she walked from the bungalow of her son’s housemaster to the car, she waved to one of the boys standing around the nearby building, asking him to call her boy.

The boy quickly moved to one open door and yelled, “Hey, Nana Po! Your momi dey search you!”

Half a minute later, and he emerged.

Nana Opoku Addo.

A sixteen year old boy of average height, with a pretty muscular frame. With piercing eyes and a round jawline, he was quite a unique kind of young man. He tended to look a lot like his mother, and he also had her strong-willed demeanour, which sometimes made for a couple of unpleasant clashes between the two. Those were far and few in between, however. The bond between Evelyn and her son was one of a kind; there was practically nothing the two kept from each other.

Well, except the full story behind the issue of his fatherlessness.

All Nana knew was that his father had bailed out on them long before he was born, and wanted nothing to do with them. His mother didn’t deem it worthwhile letting him know anything beyond that fact. Besides, her father and two brothers were enough father figures for the boy, she had always reasoned to herself. He had initially not liked the idea, but with time had warmed up to it, seemingly convinced by his mother’s firm assertion that the man who helped bring him into this world had zero intentions of seeing him.

Now a second year student at St. Mary’s Boys SHS, Nana seemed quite satisfied with the state of affairs. Fully supported by his grandfather and Uncles Henry and Ben, he had a lot to be happy about. And as his mother had entrusted him into the hands of his housemaster, who had him work at his home, life was good.

“Nana, it’s time for me to go,” Evelyn started. “Now remember, use your money wisely, and this term, make sure you do better with the Elective Maths. I know it’s difficult, but some extra effort will definitely help.”

“Yes ma. I’ll get some help from Elikem this time round.”

“Good. So your money is with Mr. Yeboah. You already know what to do. Let me leave you to join your boys. God bless, sweetie! Love you!” Evelyn said, punctuating her last statement with a kiss on the forehead. As she entered the passenger seat, the driver waved at him. “Have a good term, Nana!”

“Thank you!” Nana responded, giving a quick wave before turning to rush back to the room he had come from.

The car sped off.


Mr. Yeboah sat in the couch, watching the evening news as his wife completed her mission in the kitchen to make banku with okro stew the way only she knew how to.

“Hmm. These politicians and their blame games,” he murmured to himself as he watched the guest speakers begin the kind of squabble that was nothing strange to any Ghanaian.

“Are they arguing over those unused state vehicles?” his wife asked as she came out of the kitchen with the bowl of food in her hand.

“Hm, Araba. The usual oo. One party trying to pin the blame on the other. The way issues are politicized here diԑԑ…”

“It’s annoying. This issue too, what use is there trying to paint the other party black? It’s already happened. The cars are wasting away. They should just look to get the government to recoup the money wasted. That’s the problem with politics in this nation. No time for solving problems, but all the time in the world for pointing fingers at the source.”

“As well as making fancy promises that are never kept,” he added as he joined Araba at the table. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

The two looked at each other. “He’s in,” said Alfred.


“You were sleeping with Mariam?!” Araba exclaimed incredulously. “Paa Yaw, what the hell is wrong with you? She’s a cousin, for God’s sake! Distant, maybe, but she’s still a cousin! And she’s about 26. You’re 41! What the hell were you thinking?”

Paa Yaw, seemingly doing his best to be oblivious to his cousin’s outburst, shrugged nonchalantly. Since he left Juaben to arrive in Apowa, he knew that was the reaction that would come from her. “I’m sorry, Araba. I know it was wrong. But… it was just too hard to resist. I would’ve said it was the devil that made me do it, but… with that body of hers, no red, horned creature needed to push me…”

“Abrantie, don’t make me come and slap some sense into that stupid coconut of yours!” Araba snapped, already springing to her feet. She certainly didn’t need a high IQ to know that there was absolutely no remorse whatsoever in him, and was ready to deliver a few dirty ones to his face.

“Sweetheart, easy,” Alfred pleaded, rising up to calm his wife. He glared at Paa Yaw as he managed to get them back on the couch. “Paa Yaw, this is a serious issue. This ‘I-don-care’ attitude is not helpful. Doesn’t the fact that you were kicked out once it was discovered mean anything to you? Don’t you care?”

Paa Yaw stayed silent.

“For as long as I’ve known you, it’s been nothing but trouble wherever you go. Problems with keeping a job. Problems with women. Problems with money. Why? What’s wrong with you? Is this the life you want? I remember a few years ago, you were saying you have a whole lot to do with your life. Is this the ‘whole lot’ you were talking about? Moving around the country aimlessly whilst satisfying every flimsy urge of yours? You’re in your 40s, Paa Yaw! Those days of fooling around ended a long time ago!”

Paa Yaw had his head down.

“Listen,” Araba said after a few moments of silence. “You’re here now. In spite of your foolishness, we’ve opened our home to you. What we need from you now is to get yourself together and put your life in order. At least, get a proper job and actually keep it.”

“That’s why I’m here, Araba,” Paa Yaw responded. “Hopefully, I can get something good. I’d like to rest in my room now, if you don’t mind.”

“Fine. You can go.”

He jumped up and quickly went to his room.

Alfred shook his head. “This guy…”

“I just don’t know what to do with him anymore,” Araba complained, her face in her palm as she shook her head. “I just don’t understand him.”

“I dunno, but… sometimes, it feels like he’s running from something. That’s the vibe I get about him sometimes. Like there’s something he has to face, but he continues to choose the flight option… ah well, I don’t know… let’s check CNN and see if Amanpour has started.”

Ooooooh… could it be that Paa Yaw is… hmmm, it could be. Is there a probable reunion in the works? And how is it going to be like? And ugh, isn’t he some nasty dude? All the answers will slowly be unraveled in the coming weeks. Stay tuned!

Long Journey

The day has finally come! After the excitement of Start Over?, where we followed the triangle of Marcus, Allison and Temwani, now comes something new from the brain of yours truly. A tale of adventure, drama, betrayal… ok, you know what? I’m talking too much. The distin is right below, so, let’s get into it…

“Here’s the money I spoke about,” Chris said flatly, tossing the wad of cash onto the center table.

Evelyn eyed him evilly. “What are you talking about?”

“Look, I’m not in the mood for games right now. We already spoke about this. That’s about enough for you to go and get the abortion I’ve consistently ordered you to get.”

Evelyn shook her head. “Mr. Man, I have said it consistently: I will NOT get an abortion. I will not get rid of this child. I don’t care what you say, this child is not going anywhere.”

“Oh, will you stop this!” Chris shot back, the acrimony in the room already rising. This line of argument had been going on for weeks, without either party coming to any compromise of any sort. “I’m honestly getting sick and tired of all this nonsense. I don’t want that child. I don’t! I have my whole life ahead of me, and the last thing I need at this stage is fatherhood.”

Evelyn shook her head. “You’re so full of yourself. So selfish. After walking into my life and into my panties with all those false statements of love and all, you now have the audacity to say you have your life to live, after messing mine up…”

“Massa, massa, stop this emotional talk,” he responded dismissively. “I don’t know why you women attach so much emotion to your arguments. Hoh! How has your life been messed up? Didn’t you enjoy it when we made love in the car? Did I point a gun to your head and force you to scream and call me daddy as things got heated? Please, please, please, spare me that sentimental trash. It’s just a foetus. You can have another one in the future.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Man, this foetus you’re talking about is my child, and your child, and our child,” Evelyn retorted, springing to her feet. “I’m no happier about this announcement than you are, but as long as this child is in my womb, I’m having him. I’m not risking a lifetime of guilt for your silly desires. And for your information, this is not some object I can throw away just like that. Have some respect. This is human life inside me.”

Chris sighed. This was getting tiring. “What’s the big deal about an abortion? I know it’s not exactly the smoothest of medical procedures, but… there are so many chics like you walking about who have had abortions before. And they’re as happy as can be. So I really don’t get your beef with this.”

“Christopher Yaw Ennin Abbey, read my lips,” Evelyn said slowly and gravely, looking him in the eyeball. “I do not give a coin’s toss about which girl has done it and whether she feels good about it or not. I do not care what excuse or justification you have up your sleeve. I will not abort this child. I will not take that money and do with it what you want me to. I will not let you have your way with me a second time, since this is the result of you having your way with me the first time. I. Will. Not. Do. It. Period.”

The two, who were once caught up in an intense whirlwind of passion, now stood face-to-face, boiling with animosity for each other.

Chris, after a few lip twitches, finally nodded, the look on his face seemingly that of a person who had given up. He moved to the center table and picked up the money.

“Ok. Alright. I hear you. No problem. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said bluntly as he turned and walked out the door.


The next morning, as Evelyn rose from her bed, she remembered that statement as she went on her knees. Among her many prayers, the most prominent of which was the daily plea for forgiveness for letting Chris break her virginity, included a request to make Chris susceptible to actually being a father.

Immediately she was done, she sprung to her feet and grabbed her phone which lay by the bedside. Searching for Chris’ number, she pressed the call button as soon as she found it.

“Sorry, the number you are dialing is switched off,” the automated voice informed her.

She looked strangely at the screen. Switched off? Ei, what’s happening?…… ok, calm down. His battery is probably dead, she reasoned to herself as she placed the phone back down. In the course of their arguments, Chris would always walk out in a fit of rage, never really interested in contacting her for a long time. The way he had promised he’d see her that day, though, was interesting. Despite the flat tone he had said it in.

Who knows? Maybe my hardened stance against the abortion has shaken him up so bad, he knows he has to compromise. He’s so used to having his way with women and making them some uber-submissive doormats. Well, it’s definitely not happening with me!

She went about her regular duties, making up her mind to call again around 11 o’ clock. Hopefully, his phone would be on by then.


4 o’ clock in the afternoon, and the phone was still off.

Evelyn was now beginning to panic. Had he been involved in an accident or something?

She tried calling two of his closest friends. One also had his phone switched off. The other claimed he hadn’t seen Chris for almost a week.

Now she was really getting worried.

Let me go to his place and see what at all is happening. I don’t like what’s going on….


Walking through the Akweteyman neighborhood, she waved at the kenkey seller as she always did when she came to visit.  She knew that woman made her the subject of many gossip sessions with the ladies in her compound house, as Chris had mentioned some time ago, but that was the least of her concerns as she briskly made her way to his house.

Two houses away was a shop from where the residents bought their provisions. As Evelyn passed by the shop, she heard a little girl’s voice ring out, “Sister Evelyn!”

It was Adoley, the shopkeeper’s 9 year old daughter.

Evelyn smiled as she saw the cute girl move towards her, but upon seeing the look upon her face, which was one of concern, had her slightly more worried than she already was. Keeping the smile on her face, she asked, “Adoley, how are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” the young one replied.  “Please, are you coming for the rest of Bra Chris’ things?”

Terror gripped Evelyn as she heard that question. Oh my God! Eyes wide, she stuttered, “Err… Why? W-w-why do you ask? Accident? ”

Adoley scratched her head. “No. I heard him talking to Mummy this morning. It sounded like he’s traveling or something. And it sounded like he’s not coming back. So I thought you were coming for the rest of his things.”

Evelyn grew pale upon hearing that middle statement. Leaning forward with a nauseous look on her face, she whispered, “What?”

Just as Adoley worriedly asked what was wrong, her mother walked in. Seeing the sudden deathly expression on Evelyn’s face, she rushed over. “Evelyn!”

“Ma, is it true? Has Chris left?”

The mother looked surprised for a moment, then shook her head, hands on her waist. “I knew this boy was lying. He claimed you knew and that you were okay with it. I tried talking him out of it, because it’s just too out of the blue, but he was not going to listen. For whatever reason, he’s left Accra. And according to him, he’s not coming back.”

Evelyn could do nothing more than shake her head as she was helped by Adoley and her mother to a seat. “I can’t believe he did this to me,” she whispered tearfully. “I just can’t believe this…”

Well, that’s quite a start to this story. Wondering what’s gonna happen to Evelyn now that baby daddy has run away? Just stay tuned for the next episode!

It Stops Now

It’s been so long since I last came on here. Well, whatever the case be, I’m finally back! And here’s something I came up with. I wanna see if I can do another series this time round. Hopefully, by the end of this month, I’ll be sure about that. Well, let’s get into this. This is undoubtedly very long, but I trust you’ll like it regardless…

He picked up the phone, and calmly scrolled through the call log. Finding the number he was looking for, he pressed the call button and held the phone to his ear.

The dial tone sounded twice, and in the middle of the third beep, the recipient answered the phone.


“Yes, good evening. This is Mr. Nathan. I’d like to confirm the deal.”

“Oh yes… uh, yes, sir. I thought for a moment you weren’t interested after our conversation last week.”

A silent laugh over the phone to that statement followed, then, “Chief, once it has something to do with the possibility of making more money, I will always be interested.”

“Oh, uh, ok, sir. Forgive me. I was just distracted by the tone and all…”

“Forget about that,” Nathan said sharply. “It’s time to talk business now. So the proposal is still available, right?”

“Yes, sir. Most definitely. I’ve been tracking a particular target for a couple of days now, ever since our first talk. If you’re ready, I can get to work as early as tomorrow.”

“So soon?”

“Yes. It won’t be any major hustle. It’s Tuesday, right? You can come around on Thursday morning, with the money.”

“Oh, excellent. That would be fantastic,” Nathan said passionately, obviously very pleased with how speedy the process sounded.

“Yes… umm, just to clarify, do I execute straight away?”

“No. I’d like to see the target for myself before you get to do the main work.”

“Hmmm… I see. Not many customers make that sort of request.”

“Well, I’m a different breed. I do my business differently. Any problem with that?”

“No, sir, not at all. The first time we met, I could tell you’re something else. No problems at all. Now that you’ve confirmed the deal, I’m going to get to work on it straight away.”

“Good! So I’ll be expecting your call once the target has been acquired.”

“Not a problem at all, sir. You shall hear from me by this time tomorrow.”

“Excellent. Thank you very much. Good night.”

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“Alright, good seeing you! Now that I’ve got your number, I’ll definitely keep in touch,” Joe gushed enthusiastically as he shook hands with the old friend he had just had a long chat.

“Sure thing. Talk to you later, and stay safe,” the old friend said, waving as Joe left the restaurant.

It sure is good to meet with old friends! he thought to himself as he briskly walked the streets. It was around 9pm on a Wednesday evening. As usual, he had a couple of people stare at him in an odd manner as he passed by. He could feel the typical stares of surprise as he went his way. Shrugging to himself, he just said, “Normal.” He was quite used to that sort of treatment, and it hardly bothered him.

As he moved further away from the busy streets and on to the rather deserted road leading to the apartment, a sudden wave of tense fear washed over him. Given the few robberies on that stretch of road, which had only a broken down van by the wayside, this was not a trip the faint-hearted would enjoy taking. Having moved in about two months ago, every time he had to pass around here at this time of the night was a nerve-wrecking one. So far, he hadn’t witnessed any attack, much less experienced it, but a sense of safety and security was far from settling in his soul.

“We really need to get the rest of these streetlights fixed,” he muttered as he walked past one. “And I don’t get why this van has been left by the wayside like this. I’ll definitely have to alert some of the neighbours so we get this thing towed away.”

He increased his footsteps as he walked past the vehicle. “It’s so careless how the owner just dumped it here. Pure breeding grounds for armed robbers and the like…”

He stopped in mid-sentence as he heard a sound.

The back door of the van swung open, and out jumped two figures, both clad in all black.

A first time for everything, goes the adage. A first time nobody ever wants to experience.

Adrenalin poring through his veins, Joe took the ‘flight’ option, and ran, hoping to get close to the neighbourhood as quickly as possible and raise an alarm.

That wasn’t to be. From the moment they started chasing, it felt like Usain Bolt and a clone of him were the ones in those masks. The harder Joe pushed himself to run, the quicker they seemed to catch up.

One of them pounced, catching Joe right by the waist, bringing him down to the ground. As Joe tried to struggle himself out of his aggressor’s grasp, face down on the ground, he felt the second one grab him, and as he was turned over, the first guy let go of his waist.

His first thought was to kick out at the one who had tackled him to the ground, and quickly find out what to do to the second aggressor. The latter, however, had other ideas.

And a seemingly iron fist. Literally.

The impact his fist made with Joe’s nose was enough to knock their victim into unconsciousness.

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When he regained consciousness, he was bound up and tied to a chair. In a dark room.

Where the hell am I? he wondered as he winced at the lingering pain caused by that staggering blow to the nose. It didn’t take too long for him to figure out the answer.

He was a hostage at a witchdoctor’s place.

The constant robbery attacks were one thing, but people like him had a far greater issue. His skin pigmentation made him a prospective victim of a wicked superstition that convinced people that his body parts would make them rich and bring them all sorts of good luck and fortune. Already, a number of others had been killed, most likely by this same witchdoctor, and it looked like he would be the next one.

Yep. Joe is an albino.

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Nathan’s phone rang at 11:45 pm. As he peered at the caller ID, he smiled and nodded his head. Pressing the receive button, he said, “I take it you kept your word.”

“Yes, boss. My men were on point tonight. The target is in our custody as I speak. Slightly bloodied, since he tried to put up a bit of a struggle, but he is all right.”

“Excellent! Good work done. I have the suitcase right here. I was trusting you’d get the job done. I shall be at your place by 7am tomorrow.”

“Thank you sir… um, about execution. Are you sure you don’t need it done now? I wouldn’t want to waste your time…”

“That’s a non-negotiable, please. If you have to sedate him or something like that, you can do that. But do not kill him until I get there and inspect him for myself.”

“I could take a picture for you and…”

“Kind sir, like I said, I do my business differently. I made it clear that this is how I want it. Do you want us to successfully and affably conclude this transaction or not?”

The doctor sighed over the phone. He had met a few tough customer, but this man was something else. Clearly a lover of money, and one controlling man. “Yes, Mr. Nathan, I want it completed. I’ll order my men to hold on until you arrive. Probably have him knocked out before you come.”

“Perfect. I will see you tomorrow. Good night.”

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6:30 am, and Joe had barely slept a wink. Remaining in a sitting position for more than 6 hours was definitely nowhere near comfortable, and at this point, movement felt so painful, with the rope starting to cut into his flesh. It felt like death row at that point: knowing he was going to die, but having no idea when.

As his eyelids fluttered a bit, the sound of a key turning in the lock revived him, and he looked in snide contempt as the two thugs who accosted him at the van walked briskly towards him.

“You pathetic bastards!” he spat in disgust as they moved closer.

Their response was to send him back to sleep, as they both delivered devastating Tyson jabs to his face.

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Thirty minutes later, one of them, hearing the knock on the front door, walked up to it and opened it to meet Nathan, dressed in a business suit, a hat, and a briefcase in his right hand. “I’m here for the albino parts,” he announced in a rather arrogant tone of voice. The thug, obviously unamused by this, nodded with a blank expression on his face and signaled him to come in. As he did, the thug asked him, using his hands, to put down the briefcase and put his hands up, so he could be searched. After the searching process, he was beckoned to enter the room where the victim was.

After knocking, Nathan opened the door to find the witchdoctor, the second thug wielding a knife, and a shirtless Joe laid out on the floor in there.

“Oh yes, Mr. Nathan, good to have you here. It is clear you are a man of your word,” the witchdoctor said enthusiastically.

“Of course I am!” Nathan responded, almost scornfully as he tossed the briefcase at the other thug, who caught it. “You can count the money in there. Six thousand dollars.”

The witchdoctor nodded. “Great. Now you can observe the sacrifice.”

Nathan then walked nearer to Joe, still unconscious. “Mmmm… no black spots on the face, I see. Good, good…”

For the next few minutes, the witchdoctor and his servant waited, with tints of impatience, as their difficult customer did what seemed like a full body check.

After lifting the victim’s right leg, he stood up, pulled out a small piece of paper and a pen, and put down some notes, after which he handed it to the witchdoctor, who smiled and shook his head as he looked at the content of the note. “You are certainly one of a kind, Mr. Nathan.”

“I know,” he responded smugly. “Trust me, I know.”

The witchdoctor quickly signaled to the servant, who had just rolled his eyes at Nathan’s statement, and made a throat-slitting sign. The servant immediately stood up and nodded.

Just then, there were weird sounds coming from outside the room. The witchdoctor immediately perked up. “What’s that?”

Nathan seemed unperturbed. “What’s what? I don’t hear anything.”

Then came the sound of wood being crashed through. All three inhabitants in the room jumped at that.

“Go outside and find out what it is!” the witchdoctor yelled at his thug, who quickly and silently obliged, quickly rushing to the door and opening it to find out what was going on.

As the witchdoctor and Nathan peered out of the door, they saw a plethora of armed SWAT forces starting to swarm in. The thug didn’t go too far before yielding to the orders of one officer to kneel and put his hands behind his head.

“FREEZE! HANDS UP! DON’T MOVE!” the one in front of the other officers yelled to the two.

A look of bewilderment on his face, the witchdoctor put his hands up, absolutely stunned. “But how did this happen? How did you know about this?” he hysterically asked, terrified at the sight of those guns pointed directly at him.

As one of them walked over to him and cuffed him as they recited the regular rhetoric, he was stunned to notice that none of them went to Nathan. The guy didn’t even have his hands up.

Nathan suddenly raised his voice. “Dear forces, this is the place where greed and wickedness rules. Much to the extent that people as callous and evil as him,” pointing to the witchdoctor, “are willing to shed innocent blood just because of some stupid beliefs that don’t even exist.”

Incredulous at the reality that he had fallen victim to an undercover operation, his jaw dropped open. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…” the officer behind him continued as he struggled for words.

“Take him and his servants away. Let me find Joe and see if he’s awake,” Nathan said.

The witchdoctor’s eyes grew wide. “Wait a minute,” he started as the officer started to lead him away. “You mean you know the albino, and you both set us up? I can’t believe this! How dare you!”

Nathan hardly paid him any attention as he and his first goon were taken outside, with the second one already cuffed and in the waiting car. Walking back into the room with two other officers, he checked to see if Joe had regained consciousness. It took them a few minutes to revive him, but once he awoke, he sighed with relief and smiled as he saw the familiar faces.

“You guys made it! Thank God. Those bastards are like some iron human beings! Ugh! I still feel the pain in my nose,” he said, touching the tip of his nose and wincing.

“Sorry, Joe. I’m sure it does. But at least we came through. Now we can deal with these monsters and bring awareness to the troubles your kind go through. You did a good job!”

Sitting up, Joe grinned and saluted. “Yes, sir! Couldn’t be more grateful for the opportunity. It’s tiring living in fear of being used for some senseless sacrifice. The time to take action against these atrocities starts now.”


I’ve been off the blogosphere for a long time, and I’ll be back right after exams is done, but in the meantime, I just need to do something important: give honour where it’s due…

So six decades ago, this world was blessed with a gift. In spite of a pretty wild beginning, there’s only one word to describe the kind of impact this man has had on the body of Christ, and the world at large.


If I’m to go by the date on my membership certificate, I will have been a member of Action Chapel for 5 years at the end of December. And there are zero regrets about it. It’s been a major blessing being under the leadership of Archbishop Nicholas Duncan-Williams.

That is a great man of God right there!!

This is not a servant of God who paints a rosy, thorn-free life as a believer. This is a man who has been through hell and high waters, and still remains strong in the Lord. A walking testimony of the grace of God that surpasses our mental faculties.

I’ve seen this great man of God display a love for the less privileged that is simply beautiful. From the recovering drug addict to the widow, his heart towards them is something else.

I’ve seen the passionate warrior in him that makes him known as the Apostle of Strategic Prayer. Thanks to him, many of us understand that this life we live is a defeated one if prayer is neglected. His desire to raise a generation of end-time spiritual commandos is one that is undoubtedly bearing fruit, and posterity shall surely speak well of him.

Many of his quotes are permanently impressed upon my memory. Thanks to him, I know not to seek to be blessed, but to be a blessing. I understand that as far as this life is concerned, I am a steward of everything and a possessor of nothing. That love goes well beyond what you say, but what you do. That it is in my DNA to show compassion to others, for the simple reason that our Heavenly Father is compassionate.

Among the many reasons I adore this man, is his authenticity. He is as real as it gets. Sometimes, some Christians tend to make you wonder if being saved stripped them of every iota of their humanity. Not with Papa. He’s as open about his struggles as need be. It’s one thing that makes me appreciate him the more, knowing this is no superman, but an instrument of mercy. His style of saying to the congregation, ‘I know you’re all angels, but as for me, I’m….’ is honestly starting to rub off on me. Don’t be surprised to hear me saying that to a group of people one day.

Underestimate his sense of humour at your own peril. He recently told the congregation about his love for shito. Now that is a man’s man right there! Hehe…

He’s impacted me such that I personally seek to be an artist that wants long-lasting impact over superficial impact. His apathy towards the applause of man is something I rate so highly, which is understandable considering he’s been maligned, misrepresented and unfairly spat at over the years, from young and old. A walking lesson to not expect love from all sides. It’s people like him that Sho Baraka was talking about in Profhet, 1968…

They only throw stones at trees that bear fruits
So don’t be shocked when the mob attempts to throw stones at you

He’s constantly made it clear how much of a waste it is to constantly explain yourself. So if you’ve ever heard my poem Explaining Myself, just know that Papa was a major influence.

Speaking of which, it’s a totally undisputed fact that the group I’m in owes him a lot. ThroneRoom Perspective got that name because of him. A staple of his prayer language. The group you know would not have existed if it wasn’t for his obedience to the call. I doubt the idea of spoken word would have even crossed our minds, to begin with.

I’ve never spoken to him personally (even though he did once pass by a TRP meeting), but my most enduring memory of interaction with him was 3 years ago, when alongside Kobby Korankye, Ralph Egan and Paul Folivi, I got to do a memorable birthday. Doesn’t get more memorable than ‘mimicking’ his override and overturn prayer style, and ending off with the timeless ‘He who lived, died, laid in the grave and arose triumphant on the 3rd day’ in vintage Archbishop style.

All that to say, Papa is one of a kind. A one-in-a-billion general. He’s a man who by the world’s standards doesn’t deserve to amount to much, but sits with presidents and world leaders because of the God that called him out of darkness into His marvellous light to show forth His praises. If there’s any leader worthy of double honour, it is him. Millions the world over have been deeply impacted because of his willingness to be used by God.

So, to Archbishop Nicholas Duncan-Williams, the Papa to millions, myself included, I say: the happiest of birthdays to you! God is nowhere near done with you! Greater levels and dimensions await you! I eagerly look forward to many more years under your leadership. Guaranteed, my children will come to know and appreciate the servant of God I hugely love and admire. God bless you beyond your wildest imaginations, Sir!

And in line with one of Firm Foundation’s major loved songs, dear Papa, get ready for the best days of your life! Coz what God is about to do is gonna blow your mind!!!


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