The Ghana Police Academy Instruction Manual

Introduction

In your secondary schools, you had formal learning. You also learned through the informal system. Your informal-system knowledge is what distinguished you as a product of your school, and made Achimota, Wesley Girls, Adisadel, Aburi Girls, Mfantsipim, Holy Child, etc. what they are.

This instruction manual recognises that (since you have likely not made it to some higher education) your chances of sitting in a comfortable office, making phone calls to your bank to make big dollar-cheque transfers are slim. We, your officers, are condescending to give you a head start on how to survive in the world out there, if your training does not kill you.

It should come as no surprise that we will deal with FINANCE in chapter one, while the unsuspecting civilian population whose taxes pay for our training and, later, our salaries, think that our primary concern is with SECURITY, LAW and ORDER. If you feel guilty here, close this book and walk away from the Academy. If it helps, remember all those civilians who are calling their bank managers right now!

Harassing motorists is the easiest way to earn about ten times more than your salary. The steps are simple:

i. Insist that they roll down the window;
ii. Make sure they roll it all the way down to give you enough space to poke your hand in there;
iii. Say “good evening”, “welcome” and “how was work”;
iv. Stretch out your hand and shake hands (research proves that they will feel that they owe you something, once you are nice and you shake hands with them);
v. Quickly take the money they give you and wave them on;
vi. Repeat the procedure with the next car.

Now, about security, ...

Shoe in the Rectum

Amazing scenes and memorial sound bites are seen and heard every now and then in the office. Take last week Friday, for example – a female colleague was feisty in making herself a lightsome nuisance. While it was all tricksy-and-rollicking, I was prospecting for a withering remark to make her wilt. One by one, office mates dropped in the room, and, when we got the perfect-size audience, my one-liner came.

I menaced to impale her on the tip of my shoe by way of her rectum. She countered my hollow hectoring by covering her backside with her hand. Then the whole room burst out laughing. I do not know where else this could have happened. I love those guys there, and won’t exchange them for any others.

Public Pit-Sniffing

I was midday-monkeying-about with colleagues, at lunch, in our upper floor, in a public building. Through the window, we espied down below, a frowsy female raising her arms to sniff her pits, distastefully thrice, the moment she came out of the public toilets. As if that was not entertainment enough, she savoured a whiff of her probably-unwashed fingers, nauseating us to numbness, as she walked to join her group.

Diligence & Negligence

Due diligence
at Work
=
Undue negligence
of Blog

I am sorry!

Sense-less Sunday

Today,
I saw ...
Nobody!

The only allowed ...
Sounds
Were ...

The humming fridge,

The buzzing fan,

The dripping tap,

The swishing scrubbing brush,

The droning night mozzy.

The only permitted ...
Space ...
The void of your absence

Today,
I was ...
Nobody!

Heartbeat for ?????

?????, be mine, be mine!
If you feel the sparks fly too
And you sleep on thorny nights
Be mine, please be mine!
Wars and history have their place
And I showed an ugly face
When I had your first love, first grace
Turn time around and be mine!
Give me the crystals in your eyes
Let me own your heart once more
In the attic of your soul
Remember our stars in the sky
Be completely mine!
?????, ?????, my ?????
Your heart and soul are warm for me
And your secret smile says so
And how lovely you keep for me
Denies the murmurs in your mind
You feel it, say you’re mine!
I could say I love you
And waste a perfect thing with words
You own me, take me, take me!
My first, last and always
My pain, my smile, my warmth
????? … ????? … ?????
Be mine, mine, forever!

Fallen Angels

They woke up
They held out their wings
Stilled their hearts
And gave off a pure glow

They cast their eyes about
They found free fault
Told of the better life
And promised to help

Then they spread their wings
And they became men
They felt a new thrill
And wanted to know

They heard the screams
They felt the chains shatter
Let loose in lightning bolts
And made the rain come down

They found the silence sweet
They drifted through the deeps
Lost their wings, found their legs
And the Angels had fallen.