Kikikikikiki, folks, I’m not sick, neither am I well. You know very well that I don’t start my write-ups with “kikikikikiki”, doing it today means wahala dey! Charley, nsem wo ho paa, and I’m getting exceedingly tetchy.
Apart from today, the day I became excessively livid in my life was when some kids messed me up. I’ll tell you what happened. I had business doing in Kumasi, and a very good friend of mine was generous enough to lend me his brand new Toyota Land Cruiser car for a week. As you know, most of such vehicles have the inscription “4×4” on them. I parked the car at a suburb of Kumasi to attend to some pressing needs, and on my return someone, probably a child had added “=16” to the “4×4” with a nail, producing some nasty scratches on the borrowed new car.
I was advised by my friend whose car I borrowed to re-spray the portion of the car where the scratches are and put the inscription “4×4=16” so that whoever did it would not have anything to write about; but he was wrong. Few days later I parked the car at the same spot with the new inscription “4×4=16” and went to do business as usual. When I came back, the incorrigible kids had written “correct” beside the inscription “4×4=16” with a nail, and that was what irked me so much.
My problem today, however, has nothing to do with kids who scratch cars with nails or “men of God” who can fly like wizards at night and turn into dogs at will. I know they will meet their match when they one day make a mistake and exhibit their sorcery by turning into a dog at the Bolga market.
My problem has to do with those men of God who are tacitly working towards a regime change; but you see, because God neither sleeps nor slumbers their plans have backfired, things have fallen apart and the centre can no longer hold, the very party they want in power is being torn apart.
Last night I fell into a trance, and all of a sudden I heard a still small voice calling: “Afrane my daughter, I’m going to remove the lamp stands from some churches as I said in Revelation 2:5.”
I asked the voice why he was taking that action, and he told me some pastors are putting words in his mouth in furtherance of their selfish interests: and I responded, “tsoo!” Reflecting on my encounter with the celestial being, the reality of the issue hit me bam! And I imagined how worried and angry God might have been. The other day one prophet came and said God has told him that NPP will win this year’s elections; the next day another came and prophesied that God says NDC will win. Chai, God abre! This behaviour is no longer funny; it’s becoming shameful, and all well meaning Ghanaians must condemn it!
One other thing which is a great source of worry is the inconsistencies with which some men of God preach depending on which political party is in power. Kai, this is not, not, not; during a certain regime they were motivational speakers, during another regime they became revolutionist calling for a revolt. Nation building is not only about a ruling party, it is also about an opposition party who is seeking to rule. I am not saying men of God should not criticize government or should not contribute to nation building by speaking their minds. But my concern is that a particular political party are at each other’s throat, pouring acid on themselves and stabbing each other, and yet the fact remains that no man of God has raised his voice on this! Most unfortunate!
Interestingly, yaanom who are the disciples of skewed political evangelism do not see anything wrong because it favours their cause. The Oldman above must be angry indeed. He cannot be mocked – He is watching, and we should not stretch his patience. Who whistled that the Oldman is angry that is why Opana fell in a church? I disassociate myself from such interpretations oo. I don’t want any trouble wai.
