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Rev. Dr. Mensah Otabil

MANASSEH’S FOLDER: Pastor Mensa Otabil’s “weird” thinking

I could not afford to smile

There are two main reasons some grooms wear gloomy looks on their wedding day. Some may not be very pleased with or convinced about the woman with whom they are taking the irrevocable oath. For others, the heavy expenditure or debt they have to pay after the funfair is enough to keep anything but smiles on their faces. On my wedding day, neither of these reasons was a bother to me. But my face during the first part of the ceremony was like a man who had been forced to chew a bitter pill and keep it in his mouth. I was not facing the guests, so not many of them saw how I looked. But my wife saw it. And the photographs confirmed it.

Why did I look unhappy? The reason was Pastor Mensa Otabil, the founder and general overseer of the International Central Gospel Church (ICGC).

When Pastor Mensa Otabil agreed to officiate my wedding in Aburi, one thing I did not need to be told was that lateness on the day would not be tolerated. Before I left for the occasion that Saturday afternoon, I sternly warned my bride, “I will not forgive you if you come there late.” I had heard what make-up artists often tell brides and for which reason they are comfortable being late: “Today is your day. Take your time. They can’t start without you.”

At 12:45 I had entered the Aburi Garden. And Pastor Mensa Otabil arrived shortly afterward. My wife-to-be, who was about 300 metres away from the garden, was ready to be signaled to come in. We were to start at 1:00pm. Suddenly, there was power outage. We knew we were not tying the knot in “dumsorless” Washington D.C. so we had arranged for a generator. We were still within time. But I was agitated. Any slip meant that we would start late. And that was what happened.

When the generator was powered and the programme was about to begin, we realised the sound system had suddenly developed a fault. The man in charge had left the garden. The messing up of my happy day had begun.

Rev. Joshua Abbey, the ICGC Pastor who coordinated the programme had cautioned against a faulty sound system. He said Pastor Mensa Otabil hated it when the sound system had problems. I had communicated this to my friend, Euclid Addo, and the man he laid hands on was trusted to give us a flawless sound.

Rev. Joshua Abbey was there that morning to ensure that everything was in place. From the morning until the lights went out, the sound system was impeccable. But when we needed it, it faulted, and the man to fix it was not by the machines at that moment. Those few minutes seemed to have outlasted eternity. The sound engineer was called and he came to fix it after shuttling between his machines and the generator a number of times. When he was sure to have fixed it and Pastor Mensa Otabil took over the programme, the sound went from bad to terrible.

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Pastor Otabil’s cordless microphone was replaced with one with a cord, but the problem still persisted. He had to pause from time to time or repeat what he had said when the connection broke. As if that humiliation was not enough, the clouds and thunder above were threatening to disrupt the programme.

Replacing Pastor Mensa Otabil’s microphone did not help

Now put yourself in my shoes and imagine how you would feel. When the sound was interrupted at a point and the sound engineer intervened to restore it, Pastor Mensa Otabil said, “Manasseh has forgiven you.” He may have seen the look on my face. Almost everyone laughed at that statement, but I could not afford to smile.

“So I have brought this great man of God all the way from Accra to come and mess up and disgrace myself,” I thought. When the first part of the wedding was done, and the reception began, the sound system was perfect till we closed. It was only then that I remembered Mr. Gideon Nii Lamptey’s call to me that morning. He had said I should not allow any unforeseen circumstances to ruin my joy, for no matter how prepared one was, something could go wrong. He advised that I should not be hard on myself.

In Ghana, we begin almost every formal occasion with an apology for starting late. And poor sounds at functions are normal. So why did I have to fret so much over a wedding that started 30-minutes late because of a power outage and a poor sound that was caused by the interruption in power supply? It was because I was dealing with a man who is “unGhanaian” in his ways, a man whose thinking and actions are a bit too “weird” for those of the “normal” Ghanaian. I would have felt different if it had been any other pastor, a “true Ghanaian” who understands our way of doing things here. We could even blame the devil for trying to ruin the day.

On the Sunday after my wedding when I went to the Christ Temple of the ICGC for the Thanksgiving Service with my wife and our families, we were enchanted by the orderliness, discipline and civility with which the service was conducted in that church. The quality of the sound in the church was that of perfection and that gave me more reason to be guilty of what had happened the previous day.

“If you attend this church and your life is not different, then you too, something is wrong with you,” one of my brothers remarked after the service.

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