EVERYBODY has forgotten about fathers! I understand it perfectly, though. Not all fathers are fathers. Some do not exist; others are better off described as domestic criminals.

At the borderline between life and death, the physical senses of touch, sight, smell, hearing and speech give way to a near-heavenly bliss.  That is when the soul and spirit have great longing to separate from the physical body.  DEATH becomes a desire; a passion profound!

Of all evangelists, pastors, bishops, arch-bishops and men of God, the perambulating preacher-man is the most effective.  He carries the word of God on his lips and goes on foot to deliver it to straying soul.  Sometimes he does so at dawn when people are likely to be fornicating.

Every criminal has a right. The common goat thief has the right to declare in court that his goat stealing profession is a noble one, because that is how he earns a living.

IT is not readily known whether carrying a pot-belly 24 hours a day is a blessing or a curse. Whatever it is, the distended belly has become fashionable among both the poor and the rich. A poor person may acquire a pot-belly and add it to his curriculum vitae (CV). It is not against the constitution of Ghana. It is perfectly legal.

TO become a successful politician, you sometimes need to behave like a ball of kenkey.  You must be spherical in thought and action and roundly pursue an agenda. You must be fair and foul, straight and maverick.

ANY man with two balls between his thighs, must desire a woman. If he doesn’t, then he has been emasculated. So he is incapable of desiring a woman and must submit himself to medical or spiritual deliverance. God willing, he’d start nodding like an agama lizard.

THE orthodox church is leading a moral revolution. At least the Methodist Church will no longer permit entry to church members or visitors dressed as if they were heading for a beach party. Those dressed in hot-pants and skimpy tops will be ushered out or physically prevented from entering.

THE typical perambulating medicine-man dresses like a witch-doctor. His garb spots cowries, an indication that his kind of medicine is based on something supernatural. All the same, he has the kind of marketing skills no accredited school of marketing has ever taught.

THE typical itinerant salesman in Sikaman is a herbalist. He is normally a slim macho with the capacity to perambulate the expanse of area covering the triangle of Accra-Tema-Ashiaman. In short, he can walk a total of 60 miles a day, marketing a product that cures every disease, including poverty.