Beautiful Africa – The Sidekick*

Before European acquaintance, the sidekick was big. He was different from the apprentice. He did not have to tread one pace behind his mentor. He strutted beside the priest or linguist or captain. He had a hero’s hand in all the drama and protocols. If the champion succumbed to the summons of the gods, the sidekick slipped sweetly into his sandals. Life went on. The early Europeans bullshitted the Africans that the sidekick was a slave because he was not free to go. These strangers to our customs could not discern that what kept the sidekick by his master-friend was a moral bond, and not manacles.

*Here’s something I will introduce to this blog from time to time – Beautiful Africa. I will share phenomena I consider beautiful about Africa. 

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Masters Milking Maidens in Our Braineries

Comment doit-on commencer? Sex for grades? A ‘lil’ squeeze for a favour (like punishment passed over)? It’s wickedly wanton and widespread in our higher-learning braineries. The odd weasel wriggles out of the high-school box. But when the headmistress of Aburi Girls lays open to the media that some of her male mentors roll out the red carpet for the mademoiselles they’re meant to teach, in their rooms, then we have a pickle, no, a botheration! Besides, the crick is cranked up considerably, when the Principal admits that she once shielded the predators.

Bigger is Better in the City of Accra

Women and men, pumps for your boobs or burritos are on sale in the City of Accra. The wonder is they took so long to come! The no-wonder is they surfaced from China! Fix a different-size cup, and between squeeze and pleasure, boom, you are bigger there! But the FDB says no! Why am I positive the FDB will lose? Ghana is already bingeing on‘Beelzebub’ bitters, brewed for size, stamina and spice.

Food Riots Everywhere

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The Helium Effect. Crude-oil hikes hoist up essential-foods rates. They’re scuffling with cudgels and pebbles and Molotovs in Tunis and Algiers. In other metropoles too. Fathom my flaming fear when food prices leapt up in Accra. But Accraians won’t flock to the streets – they whisper but don’t raise their fists over the bread-and-sugar spend.

Priests and Pastors in the City of Accra

So many clergymen are facing criminal charges these days. That is an incorrect comment. So many priests are attracting bad media. That is unfair too.

But...

Too many pastors are allegedly committing fraud and other crimes. That is spot on. People always said there was a difference between a priest and a pastor. I think I know now.

But...

It is easier to be a pastor than a priest (education, hierarchy, strict liturgy and all). So, maybe, more pretenders end up as pastors.

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Rogue Doctors in the City of Accra?

A doctor is a lapdog-yessir-how-high-should-I-jump slave. Their patients rule them, dominate, oppress and sometimes make them lose their jobs. You may have murdered their mother – they cannot turn their back on you! So if the nurses rap on the surgery door, and the doctor declines to exit, is he always unjustified? Just asking...

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The Love Race in the City of Acccra

 I just saw a man from a shack on a moped win a girl over a man from a chateau and on luxury four-wheels, although her father was an arse. All in a Ghanaian movie. I totally took notice!

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