Abena Korkor Talked To Fiifi Pratt: Five Things We Learnt

Like a blazing bull in the ancient, her voice echoed miseries, as if a death sentence had been pronounced. It was an epic moment, and Fiifi Pratt had characterized it. At the same time, it turned to become a drama; to the free minds, it was tragicomical, to the naysayers, it was irony. An irony that didn’t bear harmony in the ears and minds of the jungled sorcerers. She appeared simple, but with no simplicity. It was rather a complex sweeping attachment, perhaps, forceful detachment. An ordeal with no certainty, caricatured by the insensitiveness of her society.

Inside the small studio, she was standing at the apex of mountain Everest, ready to throw herself down with yet another suicide parachute. But Fiifi Pratt had plunged into the sky, a helicopter of maturity. A professional one, which he used to carry Abena Korkor down to the lulu valleys of pleas. And so, he poised; Don’t mention any names!

It was an interesting engagement. To some of us, stunning. To others, rubbish. Anyway, could be accepted, because we have no sense of judgment. But in the meantime, let's ditch our ego; the burning flames of hypocrisy darkening our hearts and the catalogs of insanities deafening our senses. The Abena Korkor in the studios of Kingdom FM, on 22nd April, was the Abena Korkor we seriously need in the airwaves. A cruising intelligence capable of bruising some careers. A mind, so brilliant that our media space is lacking. Words that bubble the mind and bounce back to the heart. As she exhibited these merits of listening, these are the five things we learned.

1. Abena Korkor is a dimming star

Not all goddesses are given a shrine here in this country. But it seems all children of Aphrodite are beatified in our cults. Abena Korkor’s journalism wouldn’t become a mere emptiness of grammar ranting as some journalists have used to shine in this country. Her discourse would have been a professional one. In its true sense. Perhaps. She could have had more patterns to educate the public than sex classs. Provocative analysis, with overwhelming facts, a bookish sensation that summons reason and a facade of thinking which grows to become monuments of enlightenment. Of which the media space lacks, but all sit and sleep inside Abena Korkor doing nothing. Those who saw what I saw are worried, and all who heard her giving a glimpse of media intelligence are sad. But when the dimming star begins, to tame the hierarchies of the cosmos, the galaxy becomes helpless, allowing it to shine to redeem some unknown darkness. Let’s all create the impression for Abena Korkor to know that we the inhabitants of the universe, whose darkness is unknown, are waiting for him to shine.

2. The Bipolar still calls her to order

Bipolar disorder, to paraphrase her statement, “is not the relapse of thinking ability, but rather the relapse of mood”. In the spirit of such nuisance, her thinking seems not to appeal. Her behaviors seem to beat in random motion. Her speeches seem not to have a purpose. And the conditions in which she lives sometimes sway the wheels of her life. But she has soberly admitted all the hubris, trying to fathom the dire realities she’s been hunted on. Though all is not well, Abena Korkor is still looking deeply into the eyes of bipolar zombies, still standing in front of them to beg for their mercies. You and I have no idea, perhaps, have no experience. But Abena Korkor’s call to order by bipolar has a disordered lot of treasuries. The treasuries we tasted on Kingdom Fm with Fiifi Pratt. Such a treasure shouldn’t go away!

3. She is Stuffy. She Understands. She Knows!

Abena Korkor spoke about an upbringing, and those of us who knew what she was talking about know how critical the topic is. She cited examples, that echo her bookish nature. Such stuffy ladies are scarcely felt in the media space. But Abena was vehemently playing on that spot with ease. She ascended with the chaotic life of our social lives with fine premises and descended with the psychological and mental traumas eating the society. Such penetrative eyes and minds are what Ghanaians should be craving for, not grammarians and empty orators. Sometimes, it seems we have systematically embodied our media space with slaying, nudity, and grammar ranting. Abena knows the necessity of choice. She understands and swept deep thoughts that need no filter before impact. If she doesn’t know it all, at least, she had enough to move our minds into the right questions. Questions that cry for our answers, and leap behind the loops of our interests.

4. She feels too Aggrieved

When supposedly long-standing ambitions are thwarted, for the right course, it doesn’t feel disappointed. But when dreams are shattered in a scapegoating manner, and the victim becomes a fool in the eyes of the public, the eruption of pain becomes a pitched battle in the heart and the ills that embody it. The scope of our talent exhibition is too narrow. The viciousness of our ineptitude burns the hell out of the weak, at the same time, condescends on all who are vulnerable to our wrath. As Ghanaians, we never put effort to promote a good course from victimized fellows, we rather mock, bully and boot them out of the system. We are as destructive combatants as the ancient Persian warriors. We kill and mummify talents; then we dance and play on mediocre abilities.

The videos of Abena Korkor, triggering our insults and uncouth lipsticks would be the same videos that will welcome our “Rest in peace” “she was beautiful” “Abena Korkor had so many talents” “she was a fine lady” when she dies. Ebony and TT, suffered the same fate in our hands.

We are a living-zombies, always hunting to suck the lives out of people. wanting to kill talents to vindicate our venom mouths. And Abena Korkor has been suffering from these wraths as never before. But in her grief, the citadels of hope are still opened.

5. But Another Beautiful Strong Woman still gives us Hope

An impression that all is not down for her. A glistening pillar, whose bosom drains but still regains. A definition Abena Korkor remembers and still upholds, the joy of motherhood and the sorrows that echoes our indebtedness to them. The singing of the birthday song for her mother was the melodies that rhythmically unpuzzled her disorganized life. Happiness, deep inside her heart and mind for a longing faith in the only goddess who deserves a temple in her heart. A world on its own, the world of a mother, a life to reckon with, a beacon of peace when all goes asunder, and a stretching face to smile on. Abena Korkor’s mother must be a superhuman. Not only for caring for her, but also, for refusing to cut the placenta that binds her daughter to her spirit. The spirit of tolerance and the souls in the patience in her glossy personality must be tired. But here comes, a domineering feminine power that still rules the fruit of her womb.

Her toleration and patience must be redefined in bountiful terms. In her will, we will lose no hope, that Abena will bounce back. We are all women for Abena Korkor’s mother’s sake. Henceforth, let’s not forsake her. Let’s not hope to hear registers and see nudes. Let’s expect great transformation, great discourse, and impactful ordeals. Like her mother, we all have a share of her ills. Just don’t be deceived, Abena Korkor’s misfortunes speak a lot about this country; who we are, what we like, and how we treat victims. Thanks to Fiifi Pratt for this stunning interview, bravo to his maturity. Enough cannot be said, and enough hasn’t been done.

As we still tell the tales of hope, let’s not forget the epics of duty. The duty of caring and acceptability. If we are not tired of destroying people this way, at this juncture, nothing can save us all.

the writer can be reached at opoku.andreues@gmail.com

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