By Frank Goka
Folks, in a fictional folklore once told, I recounted the prowess and prophetic words of “Hunorga” TSIKATA (the Chief Priest) who forewarned the arbiters sitting at the apex of Ghayana’s judiciary mountain that, he or she; emanating from the Homo sapiens lineage; brought forth by a woman onto the land; and who, harbors the intent of sowing or nefariously engaging the habit of “sowing the wind” in Ghayana, shall live longest to “reap the whirlwind” one day without a miss even if hidden in a dungeon!
He said this in deep anguish while cooling off his tempers under the giant Almond-tree (Azitsite) at a village called TREGUI in the Lagoon Region. His words were in view of blatant judicial miscarriages he had suffered repeatedly—a memory of those biased moments makes him restless and renders him pacing hither and thither.
His words mimicked the very pain, agony, melancholy and emotional distress that befalls a woman who experienced UNJUST “miscarriage” akin to travesty of justice in the palace. He fumed, cried his soul out and stomped his traditional staff forcefully to seal his admonishing or perhaps, cast a sacred prayer to seek JUSTICE for the land.
Indeed, in the abundance of meat, when some humans are relishing monkey-meat, they easily forget to take a critical look at the semblance of their own fingers vis-a-viz that of the monkeys’ in their pot of soup. They look alike and one can simply misconstrue his/her own finger for that of the monkey.
While some of those individuals cruising on the lagoon would craft a rope of slogans to justify their deeds and tether “caution” to the trees at the river bank, others would become pompous despite their cacophonous noises like that from a choir of frogs singing with variant lyrics like “No matter what they say, the law is the law..”; “Nyame Ahyira y3n, na ashi mo” (God has blessed us; you are pained) and many other innuendos. They do not know that permanence is not casted in concrete stones but rather dwells in the air.
They keep sailing and cruising in the deep sea of ignorance; forgetting that nature could equally become pregnant too and give birth to a punitive baby called “KARMA”. Karma, the first Son of “Natural Justice” and “Retaliation” is well groomed and “Cultured”. He is a prolific musician and loves reggae. I know his preferred song is titled “BEHOLD” by legendary Jamaican musician Joseph Hills of blessed memory. An extract from that profound song reads partly as:
“This world is like a mirror
It reflects what you do
If you face it smiling, it smiles back at you
So do unto others, what you would want others do onto you
Behold, behold, behold..I come quickly
To pay every man
According to the work they have done.
Surely, my grandfather—KOFI TORDZRO’s voice is ringing loudest in my ears today. He once said, “no matter the distance of a destination, it ends up in a bedroom”. The fowl has anal orifice but it’s always hidden; however, when the WIND BLOWS, it becomes conspicuous to all eyes.
The hour is neigh; the cup is full and the whirlwind has capsized the well-fortified, multi-layered canoe that sails on the lagoon despicably, arrogantly, and flagrantly against the tides of JUSTICE, one-love, indiscrimination, humility and accountability in Ghayana.
The “chief arbiter” of the land has fallen on the same dagger (Article 146) they used to execute Mama Charlotte Osei-Kyeretwie. Karma has paid back in full. Hear their loudest cry. See their hypocrisy and feel the aura of their impunity.
The debris of the canoe are floating on the water at the “landing beach” (Torkornu) and only those with higher tendency of seeking repentance from “getting rude” (Getrude), could pick and amend them with time.
Meanwhile, the pathway to hitting the “Reset button” in Ghayana is here. But, the ear that refuses to heed to pieces of advice, shall always follow the corpse to the grave!
The beginning of the end.
To be continued….!!!
