As much as I love music, the lyrics of some songs make me shirty. A typical example is the song, “Hey, Alhaji; ” there is nothing meaningful in the lyrics of the song except “Hey, Alhaji, Alhaji, Alhaji.” Another song which has irritating lyrics is “Hai, hai, hai, kaikai. I had a very nasty experience with these songs, but before I come back to the subject, please permit me to digress a little bit.
Kikikikirkikiki, have you heard that the Bureau of National Investigations (BNI) and the National Security have cleared the Managing Director of the Bulk Oil Storage and Transportation (BOST) Company Limited, Alfred Obeng Boateng, of any wrongdoing in the sale of 5 million litres of contaminated fuel?
Laa ilaaha illallah, have you also heard that the Energy Ministry is going to dissolve the eight-member committee set up to probe the matter?
Abakade, who say man no dey? I told you a few days ago that Nana is in a serious quagmire about Kennedy Agyapong’s threat that if the president makes a mistake and sacks the BOST boss the whole world will know how the NPP rigged the 2016 elections. And it happened that yaanom were meeting in a certain house to beg Ken not to carry out his threat. I was passing by the house, and I saw somebody who looked like Nana, kneeling in front of Ken. I became suspicious, and decided to eavesdrop. I was then wearing a fugu. After listening to all their plans to drop the charge against the beleaguered MD, I started whistling, “Hai, hai, hai-hai, Ken is coming like kakai.”
They noticed my presence and got infuriated. One of them shouted:, “Hey, Alhaji, Alhaji, Alhaji,” and with this, I was chased out with machete, spears, axes, catapults, bows and arrows. I escaped by a hair’s breadth. I just got back to my base at Denkyira-Obuasi.
