‘Chase Those Crazy Bald Heads’

I cannot put up with a lazy cat. I’d better stay with a mouse in my house unwillingly. If that doesn’t work out I’d hire a stool pigeon to deal with the bad guys or the nation wreckers. By the way, remind me on your next trip to Accra. Did you say June?

Zzzzzz I understand the Northeast trade winds also known as the Harmattan is going rogue over there. Isn’t that strange, Harmattan at this time of the year? And you know what it brings—dry and dusty winds. It’s already kicked somebody’s butt and it’s fiercely sweeping some folks off their feet, I learned.

So let’s do this. It’s a mind game. Yes, we’re going to do something different today. Alright, Eddie get ready Go!

‘Thrifty’. No you’ve misfired.
‘How about trashy? ‘ That’s also incorrect.

‘Shall I give it another shot. Maybe, I’ll be third time lucky.’ Sure.

‘Any clues?’
You bet, here’s your clue: The Artful Dodger (Jack Dawkins) in Charles Dickens book-Oliver Twist. He showed skills in his exploits as a pickpocket. A leader of the gang of child criminals. He trained Oliver Twist to become like him though the little boy would often run into trouble..And here comes trouble!

‘Ah…. Gotcha! Canny, criminal, impostor, fraudster, crook’.

Ding, ding, ding. That’s right. That’s what I’m talking about. That’s the topic of today. I seldom employ hyperboles in my write-ups. I hate their usage because of what they convey. Hyperboles relay emotions and feelings from the speaker or writer. At times they’re comfortable but many a time, the hype or the exaggeration tends to becloud the salient point.

Nevertheless I love it especially when it’s used in humors. You know what it does? It produces excitement It even has the ability to lull the sadist beast to sleep.

On that note don’t be upset when you read for example, that the President Akufo-Addo has passed out or he almost passed out when he saw the Anas video dubbed #12. That could be true. Again, when you read that the old man at the junction near the Villagio cluster apartments dropped his walking stick and fell flat on his tummy, don’t get provoked (3y3 agroro nkoaa). Yes, it’s been rumoured that former President John Kuffour was shaking like a leaf. Evidently, he’d seen the same video and he couldn’t fathom the ‘massive corruption at the corridors of the GFA.’

Heaven alone could tell how former President Jerry Rawlings would react to this GFA morass. And I know John the 4^thwould be smack-bogged. ‘Did all this happen under my watch..Ah Kwesi wo’aha me?.”

See, if you cannot give up your thievery urges, then be prepared to fall into the snares. They’re like boo-boo traps basically set up in the ancient times to catch some unknown creatures. Centuries later, according to history the traps were re-designed to catch ants, frogs, snakes and other creepy creatures. Today the plotters have revolutionised the dynamics of the game. They’ve their eyes set on the ‘big guys’---the thieves, criminals, the weasels and the enemies of the nation.

O’ Good old Dickens where didst thou go?
Why did you leave me home alone when you knew the Artful Dodger was in the hood? The looters are prowling every corner of the city. They’re robbing the nation as if there’s no tomorrow. The majority live in sorrow and misery. I was hungry, my stomach was growling like a lion. I must tame him else he’d go rogue. I’d no bread, no butter. So I decided to step out. At the marble wall next to my house stood a giant image. Could that be biblical Goliath and what was he doing there? I thought David slayed him..

I’d inched close enough to the wall to validate the towering image. Who are you Sir?

‘My name is Kwesi.’ Kwesi who?
‘Kwesi Nyantakyi.’ And what are you doing here?

“The President”. The who? ‘ The President Akufo-Addo has issued a directive for my immediate arrest.’ Really, so how far do you think you’d go and by what means? Did you notice the traffic on the N1 this evening? It was insane, nothing like it. I’d to make a detour to connect the George Walker Bush Motorway on my way to Lapaz.

I saw police vehicles everywhere. The sirens were so deafening. And I even learned they’d deployed drones to man the nation’s eastern, western and the northern corridors. What are they for? A cab driver told me they’re looking the Ghana Football Association President (GFA). So tell me are you that GFA Boss they’re looking for or you’re his look alike?

“I’m his twin b-r-o-t-h-e-r’
You kidding me. I didn’t know he’s a twin brother. But I think I must do what’s right. There’s this saying that goes—when you see something say something..’P-l-e-a-s-e don’t do that you’d make me piddle myself. And would you mind if I give you $100,00? And what’s that for?

‘So that you say something.’ You want to bribe me too Kwesi?

Remember the fish rod has three items attached to it—the hook, the line and the sinker. They work in partnership to ensure that their victim never get away once caught. It looks like you’re on the run.

“The president of the Republic has had the benefit of viewing aspects of the piece (The Anas investigative story/video) and in this documentary, the President of the Ghana Football Association (GFA) Mr. Kwesi Nyantakyi is supposedly seen attempting to use the president’s name and other senior officials of government to induce supposed potential investors into our country to part with various sums of monies,”according to the presidency.

Indeed you can run but you cannot hide..The inferno is raging and the weasels are groping in the burning wood.