Let me say som mischief in my brain

But for the life saving fact that the human brain, in its most mischievous moments, can keep from others its object of mischief, I have no doubt that most of us would hold many degrees from Nsawam.

Crazy and, I mean, off the wall are the theories that the mind tends to sketch up when it is left to cruise along, free range, for a while.

I am referring here to times like when out of the blue your roguish brain would make you feel like collecting a many sided massive piece of marble and ramming it over another man's head for the bloody engine oil to spray where it may. I am referring here also to the likes of the very mischievous kind of thinking that is making me think what I am thinking right now. Do you have one?

It was this kind of thinking that got me laughing my heart out in bed lately even as I regretted ever having to have that kind of imagination because of the liable consequences. I was only lying in bed, flat on my back and counting the buttons on the ceiling when this crazy idea came to make me miss the count.

'Ahaaa, Bashman', the mischievous piece of soft matter started, 'you see, I have a solution to the problem of "Girls in early sex.'

'Really,' I jumped to my senses, 'how do you mean?'

'See, do you know how they got girls to stay away from early sex in the olden days?'

'No, tell me.'
'Yes, you see, in the olden days, before a girl went out of the house, she was made to play a belt under her, I mean in between her thighs.'

'To play a what; In between her what?' I shouted and turned side ways to make sure I was alone in the room.

'Yes, in between her thighs,' the unrepentant idiot insisted. 'You see, the good old device had a part which went in between the girl's legs and then had a lock which prevented her from having sex. That was it. It performed magic.'

'Did they have to go that far?' I protested, 'In any case, is sex not for the having? But then what are you insinuating?'

'What am I insinuating? I am insinuating nothing. All I am asking you to do is to support me to start an NGO to champion this cause. We need the practice back. That's all. You see, it can check the girls who have fed chastity to 'aboa swine' and prevent early pregnancy as well as STDs including the deadly HIV/AIDS.'

'Tufiawka,' I collected my hands, passed them over my head and shook off the devil trying to play me into the hands of banfadi suna ba. 'Ah, you uncivilized freak, I thundered on, 'how could you? I realize you do not wish me well. You want to make me an object of disdain in this country, right? Just leave me out of this ok. I refuse to be tempted into this crazy idea of yours. Better keep it to yourself. Excuse me. Tcheeeeeew!'

With this, the mischievous boy unenthusiastically took me back to my idle game of counting.

I mean, fine; you know, there is no denying the fact that our young people and more painfully the girls have become 'rotten' than anyone can imagine. As one Charles Ayiku laments on modernghana.com, "...teenage girls in Ghana take pride in the number of sex rounds they can go and also the super skills they can exhibit. I hear they sometimes laugh at men who cannot endure long 'distances'. We need to wake up. Our young people are going wayward. They are getting CRAZY each and every time.'

But honestly speaking, can you imagine an idea such as my roguish brain is suggesting in this day and age? Just even imagine how the girls would be walking in town when they are made to 'play' this crazy belt.

I for one do not support the idea. But I do not know about you. I agree though with Charles Ayiku that "...our parents need to do more than they are doing now in providing enough sex education to their wards. I know it is not easy, but we need to save our young people, we need to have a better Ghana filled with morally upright youth who can take proper control of our motherland."

Do you remember the story some time back about ten SSS girls caught in "gang sex" at a hotel with some expatriate men?

Believe you me that there are several of such girls still plying their trade in town. I weep within whenever I close late from work and get to 'Circle' to join a trotro home. There are always hundreds upon hundreds of very young girls, (it is as if they are offloaded there in an articulated truck) most of whom are hardly past age 16; and the way they are dressed leaves you with no doubt that they are prostituting.

There is certainly a moral question hanging on the heads of parents, families, religious organizations and the institutions of government as far as the upbringing of new members of our society is concerned. But certainly the question cannot be solved through the use of some crazy belt, can it?

Author: Basiru Adam
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