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Ghana Airways delays and the disgrace it can cause US

On Monday November 30th, I saw one of the must disgracefull and disgusting thing at JFK in New York.

he Ghana Airways flight that was suppose to leave Ghana on the 27th of November, was delayed (As usual) for 3 days due to technical difficulties according to Ghana Airways officials, but the passengers luggage has already been packed. For 3 days this luggage was left in the african hot sun and all the smoked fish/meat etc that has maggots larvae in them hatched. When the plane finnaly arrived at JFK, the stench that greeted the people at the baggage claim was beyond description. "boy oh boy" it was embarassing.

It was so bad that the custom officials at the Airport refuse to search all luggages, so if anybody had drugs, that day was free entry. There was this bag on the baggage claim roller that had super extra large maggots in them. (The under was torn so the maggots were falling on the roller). Who ever that bag belongs to was shy to claim it, so that "thing" kept going round and round and round and we kept shout, ( "be fa bag nu", "baa woo baggieh" " come take that thing ooh" etc ).

Guys we have to do something about Ghana Airways.

Richard Dodoo

Job application

In 1991, working at VALCO as a secretary, I got a job application form that went like this:

NAME: (withheld)
AGE: 19
Date of Birth: Monday
ADDRESS: Palm Wine Junction. Opposite "Do and die" Kiosk
SEX: No
Salary Expected: Yes
Educational background: Legon University

I'm yet to find out what he meant by the last line. This is a true story webmaster. I still have a copy of the form here in New York. I can mail you a copy with my contribution to the home page fund.

Gina Wiafe

OHOHO TESEE AKODAA

Then my dear sister went to buy Gari. She was then attending a commercial school and boasted she was the best "economist" in the family. So she soaked the Gari with 2 times the water the Gari could absorbed and then she placed it on the roof of the house to force it to dry with the help of the 3pm sun.

When she felt it was time to pick up her Gari from the roof, I was standing nearby just to beg for some. She told me point blank: "There is nothing for you, small brother." But lo and behold (God is not "left-handed", as we used to say): 3 fat male lizards (the so-called Akwete Police) have helped themselves with the "honourable economics" Gari, and were relaxing in the plastic plate in which the Gari USED to be.

She exclaimed just before the tears started rolling down her cheeks: "Stupid! why don't we eat lizards?"

j.n.m.a (Germany)

Sounds Credible

Fell down or I will fell you:

During one of the first ALUTAs in the Ghanaian universities, it happened that the students at Tech (UST) were heavily fighting with the police on the university campus. A student who was very tired due to the fighting decided to relax on a near mecca. After a short time a policeman also tired and looking for a resting place came and sat under the same tree. Unfortunately for the Student, a leaf from the tree fell down on the head of the policeman. The policeman raised his head up and saw the frightened boy on the tree, and shouted:
"hey, boy! fell down or I will fell you!"

j.n.m.a (Germany)

I suppose the boy fell down immediately ;-)

I HELD HIS 'THING'

Female teacher: stupid boy, bad boy, you fool, Kwashia,...
Other teachers: what did he do?
Female Teacher: he is a stupid boy, fool, ...
other teachers: (to the boy) what did you do?
Boy : nothing!
Female teacher: I held his thing...

Stolen Second Wife

5 Months after his arrival in Germany, his wife wrote him this letter:

"...Darling, I am sorry. Thieves broke into the house and made away with your second wife. Me, your fist wife, I managed to save myself. Neither my "rival" nor the last pants you left behind was spared..."

j.n.m.a (Germany)

Akyekyere ase affair (The affair under the tortoise)

"Mr...., have you heard about the 'akyekyere ase' affair?" I replied
"No!"
He said, "go to the juniors, they will tell you all".

Before asking, the juniors run towards me, almost shouting:
"senior _, have you heard about the 'akyekyere ase' affair? They found senoir _ and _ under the plastic tortoise at the childrens' park, having sex. Senior _ is now called ARISTORTOISE, and that girl _ is called ARISTURTLE"

PLAY YOUR NAME

--Paa Yaw Agyemang (Nagoya, Japan)

Paa Yaw, any chnace this might be u :-)

Chew and Pour

By SOLOSO

"c'est qui la"

They claimed I had overstayed my visa and made no plans to renew it. They wouldn't buy my explanation that prior arrangements had been made. The two female immigration officers who showed their racist side by certain comments they made put me in "Abankawa" and took me to their office. It was later proved that I was right. When I was released after about and hour later my ego was so low that I kept my self indoors the whole day.

by "ABI_SOLO"

CHIYACHIBOODU": THE CASE OF THE CROOKED GALAMSAY,GI & ME

This GI buddy of mine asked the galamsayers if he could then purchase some sample to take back.A small amount of gold dust was acquired for this purpose and was stopped from paying by my friend who elected to pay with an american dollars instead.The green back was found to be an akapito(false note)so my friend angry about these bushmen not knowing a real note from a false one called off the transaction and asked us to leave. The galamsay guys acting sympathetic to our cause,(since a villager who had lived before in the States warned them of the fake currency)asked for our address in Accra so they could bring the gold the next day to us.At exactly the appointed time the next day they arrived at our hotel with the gold,which after careful examination proved to be copper insaturated or coated with advanced gold element to make it appear genuine.The bushmen as my GI calls them, feign innocence and promised to go and bring the real thing the next day december 23,as they themselves were fooled by the owner of the metal.My friend then warned me of his lack of trust of the bushmen and suggested we hatch a plan of our own to counter them,as if that was'nt our initial plan.

I contacted some friends of mine who introduced us to a business friend of his in Nima, who has an abundance of the old Acheampong 10 cedis currency out of circulation now,which we purchased to use in our dubious game plan,for the bushmen had demanded local currency instead of dollars or any foreign currency as payment upon their return.We set out to put our plan to work by wraping some few good cedis around the hundreds of thousands of this useless cedis and bundled them up as if acquired from the bank,leaving some 20 thousand loose proper cedis in the bag to gain their trust upon arrival,so not for them to open and count the bundled money.My GI friend had also paid for their transportation to and from their village.Nervousness started setting in as dooms day approaches,but we kept our cool and waited,and waited,pacing in anticipation.Finally their taxi arrived as we peeped through the drapes of our hotel room and saw them coming in.

I grabbed some genuine notes and gave to one of them to buy some beer from the hotel lobby downstairs,giving them an indescriminate view of the contents of the bag being local currency.Upon finishing drinking and negotiating price we decided to go weigh the gold and determine its quality. We stopped by a goldsmith close to the central post office,as GI already in posession of the gold and me the money alighted to go check out the metal.In fact I was shocked he was'nt followed inside by any of them.To my amazement the leader of the group told me to leave this stupid American behind and escape with the money,telling me the weight of the gold is smaller than the amount paid.I agreed and we took off,them not knowing my friend had already taken off via a two-way exit through the goldsmiths shop.I gave them the money while I had convinced them to stop for me to collect my brand new shoe from a shoemaker close by for streaching.All this time having their confidence that I was naive,saw them leaving me behind as I had peeped after turning a corner.Met GI later who convinced me to keep the bulk of the money to embark on another scheme.This time I was naive and complacent,he reported the money stolen when Iwent to see him the next morning december 24th.So I spend the christmas with only a few cedis of dubious money.As for the bushmen serves them right,this then is the state of conducting gold business in Ghana.Chiyachibodu really or to put it mildly; Do me I do you.The bushmen ended up with some 1,200cedis out of a possible300.000 cedis transaction.As for me I buried my pride and kept my embarrassment to myself while draining my sorrows in ogogoro on christmas eve.

Charlie Antwerp.

Ponding

Ooh, ah, oh ah, were the usual cries on the campus when the continuing students reported to the campus. I have heard of "ponding" and the other form of hazing but never imagined myself going through one myself. Most of my friends had their times in the ponds at their various halls of residences but I was not ready to taste it. I became a refugee on the campus. I had very few faithful friends who will not set me up for ponding and they were the ones I socialized with. I will occasionally stop by and watch someone getting his butt wet and afterwards it would seem like this guy just pissed on himself.

They had many types of ponding. The "submarine" in which the victim is virtually submerged in the pond, the "firing squad" when the victim falls backwards to the pond on a count agreed on between him and his captors, the "agageys" where the victim is virtually slammed into the pond a number of times with at least two people holding the legs and hands. 'Ponding' had no time restriction. It could be organized during the day or night depending on the circumstances. You would them sing this tune in the Akan language that literary translates as 'Its not nothing give it to God. Ponding is nothing, leave it to God. Look at what death has done to my household?' To compound the situation for freshmen, we were allocated rooms in areas called 'zongo' that is rooms 1 through 34 in all the halls with the exception of the Unity and Africa halls. This way, the continuing students knew where to find their prey. Saturday mornings were very interesting because there were no lectures and 'ponding' was interesting to watch, not to participate.

Matriculation was on 11th or 12th of December 1987 and until that morning, I had not tasted the water. I was on my way from the bathroom and was met by Alonzo and Djoleto. They gave me the choice to go into the pond before I dress up for the matriculation or get ponded after I had dressed up. I agreed to the lesser of the two evils. Put on some shorts and followed them as a condemned criminal being led to the gallows. I settled for the "agagey ponding". All three of us got wet but whilst the enjoyed having 'ponded' me, I was not.

Matriculation ended around 11:00am and most of us who did not have any friends in Kumasi city had to go to our halls for the final 'ponding' ceremony. As you enter the hall, some sprays you with water. Another takes your papers and stuff from you and keeps them from being wetted or damaged. I followed through the rituals obediently and for once did enjoyed 'ponding'. Those who went to the city after matriculation and did not get 'ponded' were listed as trailers. They were tracked down at night and 'ponded' in the cold hamattan weather. Did I mention that I stayed in the pond all day long after I got 'ponded'? Sorry but I did. Later, the IHCF (Inter Hall Christian Fellowship) and other groups advocated for the demise of 'ponding'. Honestly speaking, I don't know if they were successful because ponding was part of the system until I left the Big Campus in July 1991.

Adwengo

SEX

--adwengo.

Reverend Otow Abo (stone pelter)

His wife sells Kenkey and fried fish and students patronage was very high. His bungalow was coated with soothe because he constantly used firewood which he did not have to buy anyway. That partly may have contributed to his unpopular stature on the campus. Mildly put, he was dirty, spat through the windows anytime he taught, and pretty much lived in the 60's.

Beneath every master's bungalow, there was a well or water storage area, which was filled with tap water at night and used during the day by both students and tutors alike during the morning rush hour and whenever there was water shortage. However, not every tutor allowed students to use their "reserved" water because after all, they filled those reservoirs. The senior housemaster and other housemasters would not let anybody use their water reserves and therefore Reverend Otow Abo who was also a housemaster will not let anybody use his reservoir.

It happened that one day a student named "Pozo Hayes" (be cause he uses crutches) went out there to fetch water and the Reverend, who had bought a catapult decided to protect his reservoir with it. He targeted and released the sling. Like Goliath, the stone hit "Pozo Hayes" in the face and he threw away his crutches and fell down. Sensing danger, the reverend run and sought refuge at the senior housemasters bungalow only to be followed by a mob of angry students. The senior housemaster dispersed the students, but the reverend was forever to be known as the Reverend Otow Abo.

--ADWENGO!

"TAXI"

This happened when I was doing my National Service at a village school{J.S.S} in the Ashanti Region{kuntunasi}.

One sunny afternoon, I was very tired and really not in the mood to teach my JSS 3 English class.I then decided to conduct a simple quiz. I started asking questions and calling students at random to answer. After a series of questions and some 'bombastic' answers, the likes of 'inter-continental bombastic missiles' that can distroy a whole continent within a twinkle of an eye,I called one big 'too know boy' to spell 'TAXI' . He stood up arrogantly and confidently spelt it wrongly. To disgrace him in front of his classmates, I hurriedly wrote it boldly on the blackboard. Then he said arrogantly to me 'ah sir paa, this one die, it is koko....'.

I then asked him to spell it loudly to the hearing of the whole class.He
cleared his deep voice and  said  loudly   "capital
T....ehm.....A.....ehmm .....TIMES......ONE"
{what he meant by 'TIMES'   was   'X'  and  'ONE'   was  'I'  }

Anyars I.B.

Amanfour, you be the judges.

I Shat

Eric Otoo

and who recorded the conversation?

Black Kosovar

This story did not take place in Ghana but it is related to a Ghanaian who just arrived at O'Hare International Airport in Chicago. I work for an International Airline. Early this week, I was summoned by INS to help identify a fellow African who disembarked without any travel document and claiming to be a refugee from Kosovo in the former Republic of Yugoslavia. His name is Kwabena O...and he did not know who Milosevic is, just like the Ghanaian lady who was arrested at O'Hare with a Liberian passport and she did not know who Samuel Doe was...can you believe that?

Sounds credible enough.

Fufu Appetizer

I was in Ghana last summer and after 3 months stay decided to try a local dish at a local resturant. I went to a "chopbar" in central Accra. Since they could not get me a menu list I asked the "waitress" to say verbally what they have for appetizer, main course and dessert.

To my amazement she said: "You can have fufu and light soup for appetizer, banku and okro for main course and Kokonte and goat meat soap for dessert. "

I settled for only the appetizer.

Kwesi Broni (that's how most Ghanaians called me) -Denmark

Kwesi Broni, When in Rome do what the Romans do, When in Ghana do what the Ghanaians say. Next time use a Resturant. You can only graduate to a chopbar after 5 years residence in Ghana.

"Asare pay All"

My brother who was once a teacher in a villlage near Begoro told us this story. He will put a picture of an animal on the black board and then ask one of the pupils to give the name in english. This went on pretty well until it came to the turn of the parrot. One of the children Nii Djan from Accra could not wait to be called as he kept on shouting, teacher, teacher.

So Nii Djan was asked to name the animal shown on the black board. He got up with an air of confidence and then said, the name is "Asare Pay All". Now to understand this "Asare Pay All" is the name of a very popular private lotto company in Ghana which uses the parrot as it's symbol.

Nii Martey

True story

This happened in Takoradi when I was a kid

Two friends (lets call them Ato & Ekow) are sitting in the princess cinema hall. I was right behind them. Just before the break they see a cactus and in some distance a cowboy. During the break Ato says to Ekow: "I bet the cowboy will ride into the cactus."

Ekow answers:"I do not believe that." They agree that the looser invites the winner to a bottle of ogogro after the film. It turns out that Ato wins. So after the film they drink together the bottle of ogogro at a kiosk near the cinema.

Then Ato says: "I must confess that the bet was not fair. I saw the film for the second time." Ekow replies: "And I saw it for the forth time, but I did not think that this fool rides into the cactus again."

Dadzie (NY)

And where were you when the "Ogogro bar" conversation took place? Please don't tell us you're a fly..

This one is TRUE webmaster!

This happened at the Tema station in June 1996.... I promise on my father's grave. There are a large group of bookmen having a celebration at a nearby chop bar. I walked into the bar and on seeing the celebration asked why all the noise.
One of the bookmen said: "We had just solved a 100 piece jigsaw puzzle within six hours."
I said: "I am sorry. I do not see what the big deal is."
he replied: "On the box it says 'from 3 to 5 years'."

Yaw

.. did u take this from the weekly spectator? Your dad must be turning in his grave. Let him RIP oooo.

VOLUMINOUS PAMPHLET

Sometime in 1986 after the GCE (ordinary level) exam results had been released, I went to a school to check on my admission to the sixth form. Like me, there were many other successful candidates who had come to see the headmaster. We were sitting on a bench just outside the headmaster's office waiting for our respective turns to meet the "headie". In those days, apart from getting the right aggregate, one also had to other rigorous requirements such as credits in English language and modern mathematics, not to mention the need to have a credit in science subject if you were an Arts or Business student. An Arts guy who had faced several "world wars" entered the office with a bulging folder containing his results. I was privileged to eavesdrop the ensuing discussion: Headmaster: Welcome. What can I do for you?
Guy: Sir, I have to seek sixth form admission.
Headmaster: Let me see your results.
Guy: Please, they are compiled in this folder.| Headmaster: (After looking through the first page) But you had 9 in English and 7 in maths! You can't be admitted.
Guy: Please, refer to page 2 (November 1981). I had 6 in English.
Headmster: OK, how about your maths?
Guy: Sir, turn to page 5 (June 1984). I got a credit there.
Headmaster: You still don't have a credit in a science subject!
Guy: Leaf through to page 7 (November 1985). I got 5 in health science.
Headmaster: Look, I'm trying my best to accomodate you but your aggregate is just too high.
Guy: Please, combine my best results in each subject from pages 1, 2, 5, 7 and 8 and you realize that I fall within the needed aggregate.
Headmaster: (Tired and furious at this point) Take your voluminous pamphlet away!!!

PEOPLE ACCEPT LIES MORE THAN THE TRUTH.

After my university education in Tarkwa school of mines, I realized society has nothing to do with the truth. My Willigness to tell the truth in order to get a job was thrown over board by society, WHOSE EXPECTATION WAS THAT I SHOULD LIE. BELOW WERE SOME DIALOGUE WHICH TOOK PLACE DURING MY INTERVIEW AT FEW MINING COMPANIES IN GHANA. FIRST INTERVIEW
INTERVIEWER (IR): ARE YOU MR. TANO?
STEWART (S): YES, I, AM.
IR: WHEN DID YOU COMPLETE USTSM.?
S: JUST THIS YEAR, SIR.
IR: THEN YOU DON'T HAVE WORKING EXPERIENCE. DO YOU?
S: NO I DON'T BUT HAVE PRACTICAL EXPERIENCE FROM ATTACHMENT PROGRAMS
IR: HOW MANY YEARS PRACTICAL EXPERIENCE DO YOU HAVE?
S: ONE AND HALF, SIR.
IR: TELL ME WHERE YOU HAD THAT EXPERIENCE
S: I WENT TO PRESTEA GOLD MINES FOR FIVE MONTHS ATTACHMENT PROGRAM AND SIX MONTHS WITH THEN ICI EXPLOSIVES GHANA LTD. I ALSO UNDERTOOK MY FINAL YEAR PROJECT WORK IN THIS COMPANY.
IR: SO DO YOU CALL THESE WORKING EXPERIENCES?
S: YES SIR. I THINK SO SIR.
IR: NOW TELL ME THREE QUALITIES OF YOURS THAT WOULD ENHANCE YOUR CHANCES OF
: SIR, I, AM, HARD WORKING GUY, LEARN FAST AND FINALLY PLACED MY WORK FIRST.
IR: WELL YOU WOULD HEAR FROM US. THANK YOU MR. TANO.
S: THANK YOU SIR.
SECOND INTERVIEW
IR: MR. TANO, HAVE YOU EVER BEEN EMPLOYED IN MINING COMPANY BEFORE?
S: NO SIR, BUT I HAVE TREMENDOUS EXPERIENCES THROUGH ATTACHMENT PROGRAMS.
IR: BUT THE ADVERTISEMENT REQUIRES AT LEAST TWO YEARS WORKING EXPERIENCE.
S: PLEASE SIR, I UNDERSTAND BUT I THINK I, AM, REALLY EQUIPPED TO MEET MOST OF, IF NOT ALL THE CHALLENGERS.
IR: SORRY MR. TANO. GOOD MORNING.
S: THANK YOUR FOR YOUR TIME SIR.

IN BOTH INTERVIEWS I FAILED BECAUSE I NEVER LIED THAT I HAD PREVIOUS WORKING EXPERIENCES. FOLKS WHO LIED AND MANAGED TO ATTACH FAULT DOCUMENT TO THEIR CLAIMS WERE EMPLOYED.

STEWART (ARIZONA)

Like mother, like son

This one happened sometime in 1975 in my village. There was this boy who did not do well at all in class 3 so the teacher called the mother to school and the following ensued.

Teacher: Your boy's performance is bad these days, what's going on? Let me ask him a few questions in your presence. Give a word starting with the letter "L"
Boy: ELephant.
Teacher: Give a word starting with the letter "N" and one for the letter "F"
Boy: ENtity and EFfort.
Mother: Yie!!
Teacher: You see your boy needs extra classes.
Mother: No, I have been teaching him everyday till about midnight, he must have inherited his dumbness from his father.
Teacher: OK, mother answer this question, How many feet are there in one yard?
Mother: Well, it depends. In our yard for instance, we have my feet, my boy's feet, and his fathers feet, therefore we have six feet in our yard.

Bensa

Looks like something I read in the weekly spectators some years back :-)

Burger!

Like the good uncle I am, I try to engage my nephews in conversation from time to time. Asking them what they will like to be in future, what they expect in life etc, I try to encourage them to aspire for greater things in life. In our time it used to be; I want to be a doctor, lawyer, pilot, seaman, teacher, nurse etc. One of my nephews Yaw, 11 years old then schooling at John Teye, had this to say.

Yaw what would you like to in future I asked. A "burger".
A what !.
"Burger", like uncle Kwasi, Bra Kwame, Kodjo Papa, Ofa Ata, etc etc he went on mentioning the names of all the "burgers" he knew.
Why a "burger"?
They have money, drive nice cars and they don't work, wear nice clothes....

Fellow Ghanaians, especially those abroad, please paint the right picture of life abroad when you go are home.

Kwame Appiah.

Counterfeit money and Gonorrhea

An Italian went on a business trip to Accra. At the end of his tour he engaged the services of a prostitute who he stayed with in his hotel room for two days. On the night of his departure he paid the girl an amount in foreign currency. The girl was very satisfied with the handsome payment and went with him to the airport to say goodbye. The gentleman went through the departure formalities and when he was about to enter the plane he took a moment to say goodbye to the girl who stood on the balcony. With a loud voice the Italian waved the girl and said: Sinorita, Sinorita, monito counterfito. She realised suddenly that she had been fooled and paid with counterfeit money. She shouted and pointed at her private area and said: Martino vaginato gonooooooorrrrrrrrheato.

T Tanker

LaBadi Blues

Two Labadi boys -Odartey & Nii - rent a boat and go fishing alone for the first time. They catch a lot of fish and return to the shore.

Odartey says: "I hope you remember the spot where we caught all those fish."
Nii answers: "Yes, I made an 'X' on the side of the canoe to mark the spot."
"You idiot!" replies Odartey. "How do you know we will get the same canoe tomorrow?"

Nii Noi Okine

KIRI KIRI BAABU

In a small town in the Greater Accra region where I lived was a gentleman who owned and rented out a fleet of bicycles. These bikes were far from safe as they lacked good breaks, bells, lights and sadels. I was then in primary school class six. The young ones of my age group were bicycle fascinated and saved all we could from our daily pocket money just to afford a 15 minute bike ride.

Those were the days when policemen were tall and dressed in starched stiff-ironed black pair of shorts and a pair of "socks" that is in the form of a bandage tied around the leg right up to the knee.

One afternoon my best friend and I hired a bicycle and took it to a nearby hill on one of the town roads and rode downhill by the help of gravity since we were learners. It was my friend TT's turn, I held the bike while TT sat and started downhill only to see an old bedford tipper truck approaching on the narrow road at top speed. It was almost a tragedy but God being on our side the driver swerved in an avoidance manouvre. TT landed in the bush in fright and there were cheers and insults from onlookers.

Being as stubbon as we were, we walked the bike back to the hilltop and it was now my turn to mount the bike. In the mid of our excitment there was a sudden and frightening yell that almost threw me off my balance. It was an elderly policeman dressed in his ash colored shirt, well ironed black pair of shorts, bandage pair of socks and a nicely polished black pair of boots. On his face were what looked like well patterned knife scars, his gray hair and moustach beautifuly brushed. These were the words he yelled:

"SMALL BOY RIDDING BIG BICYCLE,
KIRI KIRI BAABU,
KACHI BREEK TOO E NO DE.
WEE ADISA KOM WETIN E GO DO?
NA KOTI GO KATCH AM."

This is what the policeman ment: small boy riding a big bicycle. "Kiri kiri baabu" means no bell, " KACHI BREEK TOO E NO DE" means no breaks. " WEE ADISA KOM WETIN E GO DO? "- what will you do if there is an accident?, " NA KOTI GO KATCH AM"-the police will arrest you.

PUE TUO MEE

This is a something I witnessed in a small village about 2 miles east of kpetoe. inorder not to offend my friends family I will call this village "village-X". A friend of mine who had stayed in America for over 30 years died recently. Well his body was sent to his hometown "village-X" and what followed surprised and amused me.

My friend was laid in state and the head of the family("Ebusuapanyin") was standing next to him and holding the register of villages funeral attendance, next to the "Ebusuapanyin" was the youngest brother of the deceased. The "Ebusuapanyin" will shout "Kwakuvi Aku -- Eh vaa" (ie. when Kwakuvi died did he attend?) The younger brother of the deceased will check the register and shout "Awo" (ie. NO).

The "Ebusuapanyin" will then shout "Pue tuo mee" (ie. Slap him). Then "Wam" (Big slap) from the deceased brother. Guys this person left when he was 10 years old and have not attended any Funeral so everybody who had died during his absence!! he got a big "WAM" across the face.

By the end of the funeral my friends face was unrecognizable. The moral of this Storytrue story is that;
"THOSE OF YOU LIVING ABROAD; VISIT THE MOTHERLAND ONCE IN A WHILE"

Richard Dodoo

ELLE GEORGE