Sorry folks, this one was 'sete waaaa' I know how consistently inconsistent I have been with this service delivery. Writing to inform, entertain and sometimes educate you. The above heading was put up over a month ago after an experience worth sharing with you. Sharing nice; monopoly baaaaad. Hahaa; this is by kind courtesy my good old friend Asekre.
I attended the graduation of the 2012 Ghana Air Force Recruits at the Takoradi Air Force Recruits Training School a month ago. I got to the event very early having set off very early from Accra with some dear friends. As attached, sold or is it bought, owned or use what you wish; as I am, looking and commenting on others does not hurt much. It may hurt in some circles depending on what you derive from looking or the comments you make.
At about 7.30am, we were called to have our seats under some beautiful canopies at the parade grounds. I walked with my friends to sit on the first two front rows towards the far right corner of the canopies. After some 5 minutes of sitting, we heard a rhythmic sound coming towards us.'kro chia, krochia, krochia' (sound or noise if you will from a lady's shoes). As she approached, most of the people seated especially the men turned in her direction. Do you want my view? In one word, 'stunning'
My friend was not happy at me because she realized my eyes were fixed on the lady. You see how evil minded you think sometimes? I was not watching her for anything as you are thinking. You! I mean you reading. I was only admiring her stunning beauty. Read and stop this unhealthy thoughts you are having about me. I am not what you think I am at all. My friend whispered to me, Kwame; you are here for a programme and not to watch a beautiful girl. I turned to my friend to find out if she also thought the girl was beautiful. My good friend said 'oh yes she is'
Let me give you a Biblical (in fact Songs of Solomon) description of the lady; Please be sure you are reading this piece for scholarly purposes ONLY. NO MISCHIEF. Give me space to state it like I saw it. She carried a natural, short and neatly kept dreadlocks; dark in complexion, not too tall, not short, enough butts to make it visible, not fat, not slim, hairy skin, African neck, well shaped bust and a good face to match without make ups at all. What caught the eyes of most people I think was her African wear; properly selected to go with her colour and perfectly sewn to fit her great shape. I am not what you are saying I am ooo, Mr. Awunyo Akaba took his time to teach me how to write descriptive essays, Sir; May God Richly Bless You.
Not too soon, she got to where we were sitting. Sadly and suddenly, those whistling, whispering or murmuring about her stunning beauty including myself all shut up; looking for the next available space to run to. Without sounding ungentlemanly, let me say that she could break any record in 'the GUINNESS book of records' on body odour. The Oxygen content under the shed reduced so drastically over 80% of the people got up.
My friend then took her hankie off her mouth and nose briefly and whispered; do you still love her? I looked at my friend and said, yes; don't you see I have not cupped my mouth as you people are doing? I sat helplessly trying to talk to her to find out what the problem was but I couldn't. After some 15 minutes, she got up and never came back to her seat though she was behind the fence all alone by herself.
I have met a lot of people; men and women alike and the experience was bad. Occasionally, each one of us may experience such odour though mild as a result of our engagements, dress usage and habits. It gets so bad when the situation escalates to the point of my queen at Takoradi; The Stinking Beauty; I christened her immediately. No one is perfect in anything but where we have control, let's do our best. See you today on some other topic.
