Hogbetsotso Za!

It’s yet November and the people of the Anlo, located in the Volta Region are celebrating their festival; Hogbetsotso za. Hogbetsotso is a festival celebrated by the Anlos to commemorate their escape from the tyrannical rule of the once infamous King Agorkoli of Notsie in present day Togo when they migrated from Southern Sudan. 

The festival also known as festival of exodus is a great time for the people because it marks a great time in their history and also serves as a time for settling disputes and also getting to know each other. There is a general cleaning in town which starts from the estuary of the Volta Region to the Mono River in Benin.

The Anlo state is made up of 36 states with Anloga as their Chief City. The Anlos can be located in the southern part of the Volta region in Ghana with most of the towns lying along the Gulf of Guinea. Their economic activities mostly includes fishing, farming and a well-developed Kente weaving industry and until recently retailing of already made goods.

This year’s festival is the second in succession after about 13years strife among the Royal Clans after the demise of their Awoamefia Togbui Adeladza II. This situation halted developments in all the state as there was no Awoamefia to push for developmental agendas until the traditional Council and the people of the Anlo State loosened up to iron out their differences for the Paramount Chief, the Awoamefia Togbui Sri III to be installed and hence the re-enactment of the festival.

However, the month long festival which is supposed to be the 50^th celebration of the Hogbe was launched at the British Council in Accra under the kingship of Togbui Sri III, the Awoamefia of the Anlos has reached its peak as its illustrious sons and daughters from around the world are returning home to witness their culture on display. 

The event will be marked by a colorful durbar of chiefs, elders and the people of Anlo-land amidst drumming and dancing and the crowning of the Miss Hogbetsotso za at Keta on Saturday after a grand durbar in the afternoon, followed by an inter-denominational church service on Sunday and finally the beach fiesta on Monday meanwhile school children dressed in traditional outfits paraded the principal streets earlier in the day to kick start the last strings of activities to climax the Hogbetsotso za.

Finally, the celebration every year marks the burning desire of the Anlos to remember, celebrate and re-affirm their identity as Ewes and re-enact the historic character of the journey.

The Confession #The Cross#

Reality was getting harsh by the day as far as his world was concerned. The sharp and hard features of his surrounding dawned on him. He reverted his thoughts to pick up from where he trailed off, before the Rev. Fr. Alonzo left him for the Sacristy.

“Yes, we shall” he answered in response to the Rev. Father as he entered into the confessional booth.  

The small enclosed room used for the sacrament of penance was almost dark but he was not looking for anything, so he was okay with the illumination and knelt on the kneeler while Father Alonzo also went into a separate compartment. He quickly made the sign of the cross and started with his confession as the Priest declared “May the Lord be in our heart to help you make a good confession”.

“Father, I have sinned against you and humankind. I have been very unkind to humans but only because they made me do that. It’s been some eighteen years since I came before you but I’m sure you are privy to my schedules and activities. I have not come to confess all of my sins but only to confess those I have done against you…..”  “Stop right there, my Son” as he was interrupted by the Rev. Father from the other divide of the booth.

Selasi raised his head immediately and saw a crucifix hanged on the grille that divides the confessional booth but couldn’t see anyone there.

“Why are you talking like that, my Son?” the Rev. Alonzo enquired.

“Just confessing my sins, how did it sound?” Selasi retorted.

“You were supposed to be confessing your sins”

“And what do you think I was doing?” he snapped angrily. “Why did you try coming between me and my God? This is the problem I have with Priests like you. I did not come here to have a conversation with you and like I said before, I came to confess my sins to God, so I wonder what your business is, in the first place being in the booth”

“I don’t know you from Adam and you know me not, but if I were you, I would just keep quiet and eavesdrop on the conversation between me and God that is, if you are bent on listening to what has been going on in the lives of people. You claim to be without a sin, which is why you don’t confess before anyone but I am fine with that. What I’m not fine with is, you have been usurping the powers of God and assuming his place, but as a true son of God, I have the right to put you right” he said fuming

“It is not what you think my Son; I am your spiritual father and only here to guide you to salvation”

“Are you saved yet” he fired back, adrenaline rushing through all his sinews “I’m not even interested in this confession anymore” as he stood up and rounded the booth to the other entrance where the Rev. Father Jeremiah was.

The Rev. Father upon seeing Selasi at his entrance felt terrible and shuddered as he murmured some chants only he could hear. The frightened expression on the Rev. Father’s face, as he held on to the rosary reminded Selasi of the scripture that states how mere mortals should not touch God’s Prophet or do them no harm, so he stared at him for what appears like hours un-end and then left through the rear door near the Sacristy.

He was confused and apprehensive because he was headed for the streets again, where everything happened, The streets; where there were no rules or maybe there were rules but the natural law of selection was pre-dominant and life was still brutish and in force like it was in the days of the hobbits.

He did not like the idea that he wasn’t doing anything amazing with his own life despite his many trials. He wanted to live just like anyone. He doesn’t like running amok the city through all these rat-runs and alleyways. He has all money can buy, but he wasn’t at peace with himself, life was almost becoming meaningless. He always wanted to do right and to make the world a better place for his loved ones but he kept realizing that there are no loved ones, he had no one, the world is full with succession of mass murderers, rapists, arsonists, criminals and men and women he referred to as characters.

He was trying to be strong against all odds to become who he might be. He knows he has a better calling than he has now. Even though he was a proud militant in the Lord’s Army, he wished his role was reversed or changed. Even though he prides himself as the best among his regiment and the whole catchment areas, he didn’t like it.

He killed people who did not deserve to live, punishing the undeserving, those who made life hard for the masses by robbing them. He robbed the Priests, business men and the Politicians. God talks to everyone and how we interpret what He tells us is our sole prerogative. God chooses and directs him to his targets; that he can never lie about. How else can he even perceive his thoughts, let alone sustain them if God was not directing him through his grace? How possible is it for him to even wake up every day? Wouldn’t God have given up on him long time ago? These and myriads of them makes him know that he is in the line of duty.

He had just run into the Church for confession after an unsuccessful operation, maiming one old business man; accused for exploiting the workers who worked in his factory. He has no relation at the Factory but he took pain to interview a sample of the entire population that worked in the factory to have an idea about their living standards and to ascertain his suspicion of the man’s tax evasive ploy. He didn’t get worked up on the second reason because that one could be likened to robbing Peter to pay Paul. Why should he care about the government when they have totally failed at their mandate?

He doesn’t worry much when things do not go his way because a believer of his caliber should not even try to fault God; the farthest he could go was to question him. Of course, he took directive from him and can ask him questions if he needed some clarity on issues. The confession did not come off because it was not supposed to and he seemed not to care. The only aspect of what ensued that got to him was the fact that there are too many fanatics in the house of the Lord and some even parading as the Lord himself.

Some things go beyond his comprehension and he doesn’t know how the whole world could sit aloof and make some of these people take advantage of the vulnerable and gullible ones. The Bible has categorically stated that Wolves will come in sheep clothing so he wonders why these same people who are being led, guided by the bible cannot discern the truth. You are even tempted to ask what they go to do at the church. They probably just decorate their shelves with their bibles until Sunday when they dust it and brandish it like a murderer’s dagger on their way to church.

Maybe solidarity and group think made them attend the church or perhaps they attended for a change from their jobs. But some of these ignorant people needs some of them to save them from these frauds; their nemesis. It is why some of them exist, except the laborers are few for the bountiful and bumper harvest, but they were still motivated to do His bidding.

Selasi was passionate about his calling. His calling gave him power, much power than he could handle. He walked on all corridors of power, those he hasn’t, he was yet to and it’s because he knows the essence of power and knows how much the bearded old man above wields. It even goes beyond his imagination and the only way he could revere him is to carry out his duties diligently by listening to his own instincts and that is how he comes up with ideas purported to be directly from God.

He could not be wrong about his constant communications with God and he knows that his claim cannot be disputed, but he was even at ease because he was not answerable to anyone let alone explaining his actions and inactions. All he knows and does is to wait for God’s communiqué.

He was a willing servant so he was the one who goes to others and also does the proposition.  Anything short of that would have nothing to do with him. He was the one who uses the influence of others and did the coming; he chose everyone.

He doesn’t like being approached, It makes him exposed and makes him feel chosen which makes him vulnerable, It makes him feel like the other party has everything planned out and was only deploying him in his pursuit to satisfying his ends. He likes to be the one with the big picture and does the choosing. He never compromised on his ideals because the God he served was a time keeping and a promise fulfilling God.

He was working at attaining greatness; near perfection, so he observed his rituals and was routinely timeous. He was plan conscious and lived his life by planning as thought him by his master. God’s essence is time so he has to observe time and make it count. He did not do things as they come, there was still an iota of planning, and he practically did everything on time. He prayed in the mornings, even times he returned from the city at dawn. He also tries to read the bible every day, memorizes a scripture a day and he almost knew his bible. After all it took the average reader about seventy-seven hours at most to read the entire bible.

He’s never felt any remorse for killing anyone because the kingdom of God must be taken by force and violence if necessary. And perhaps the same reason why the fanatics are leaving no stone unturned to hijack the church and lead the whole flock into an abyss. God himself was a God of war; He led the Israelites to many countless victories just that he had a task of looking for the other chosen ones to bring order and sanctity into the society and his kingdom as a whole before they find him and approach him to help because it would be a failed meeting.

He mused all the way through jammed traffic to the house, so exhausted from the last operation because of the effort he had to put in, only to have an abortive operation. He loathed the idea of not being able to kill his target but only succeeding in maiming him, coupled with the fact that he could not confess his sins. He lied in his sofa in the living room as he came to the conclusion that something must be wrong and evidently, it’s the gods that have gone crazy as his senses faded into oblivion.

Free Education!

In the wake of all these FREE EDUCATION brouhaha, i see a confused bunch of people repeatedly asking themselves if this FREE EDUCATION thing koraa is feasible or not. Some are very sure it will not come to pass, not necessarily in the next four years and some are just hoping it could work against all odds.

I've not been keen on the debates, arguments and protests for and against the FREE EDUCATION but i also think we need free education; some form of free education in the form of Scholarships in all forms. I don't think by virtue of everyone's existence, they are entitled to Schooling, let alone FREE EDUCATION.

FREE and quality education must be accessible to those who are willing and capable. It has to be competitive and selection based on merit.

Some people will just not do well in school no matter what you take them through; some will do well but are not motivated to stay in school long enough. Yes, there are many good heads around, getting wasted or channeled into not too productive ventures because they can't afford to pay through school and those are the people we should be fighting for. There are people who can barely eat and you offer them free education for what?

There are too many unemployed graduates than statistics can account for, who PAID their way through school but cannot find JOBS. The Universities reject a very good number of qualified applicants every year and the SHS are also having their fair share of (mis)placed students, not to talk about the rejection of those who opt for fee-paying. So clearly, i don't think we NECESSARILY have a problem with affordability.

There are ill-structures all over the place, structures that can't absorb the willing and capable ones and now, you want to force the unwilling ones. We need structures, we need jobs, we need plans that will work.

There are people in the Universities, who cannot even spell, let alone construct good grammar and they are paying exorbitant fees and now you want to make it free against all odds.

We have not really been comprehensively briefed about how the FREE EDUCATION thing will work, where the money will come from, how long it will work. We don't know if it's going to be on pilot basis or it will take off probably the first term in 2013 or not, we simply don't have a clue as too how they intend to deploy the plan.

Will the Under-Tree schools be evacuated and consequently enjoy the FREE EDUCATION or they will remain there and enjoy it. Either way, there's an improvement in their lives.

It's evident that our leaders are insensitive to our plights as a people and a nation. They have taken us for granted for far too long but, we just keeping voting for them alternatively because we are torn between a rock and a hard place. Most of them have their children attending schools outside the country where they have well stabilized structures, so why can't they replicate such systems with our own monies?

Nothing seems to be working as a nation. Successive Governments reveling in the fact that trophies were won in their regime and that is not mediocrity? I don't even know how we can get them working but they have to work somehow and we have to play our respective roles.

Our leaders should come clear and tell us what we need to know, enough of the Chaskele!

Drugging the night away.... #The Cross#

There were two people he would not spend the night with on any given day and these are the ladies on the pill box and the talkers. He almost collapsed when he went home with one after a private party. Apparently, the frenzied girl had injected ecstasy and was ready to go all night long. He was left alone after he briefly passed out. It was not a smart choice but that was what he referred to as paying the dues.

Life in the city was tricky but it was even dangerous at night.  It required high IQ, very reliable instincts and much intuition since no one was ready to tell you what you needed to know, let alone show you around.  There were all kinds of phony people out there and you could be preyed upon. People seeing signals when none is given, impersonation, thievery and killing is going on, corporate frauds happening every minute and it was just increasingly scary listening to the news. He turned it off anyway.

People doing everything to catch up on their dreams. Their nursed goals of becoming strippers, dancers, artistes, promoters and all kinds of anything that will enrich their pockets. People are networking around the clock, creating valuable contacts and friends for those who have no business to offer, others also trying to come up with a few creative stunts, then comes the less imaginative ones who just stand there and stare. Those lots have no clue with regards to happenings around them.

The whole place is like a community of people with completely different ethos and that makes him feel accepted to himself. He was supposed to be different.

The independent and curious girls who feels like dancing all night long and having their way avoids the regular clubs. They don’t want men heckling them on the dance floor and not giving them space to dance, so they hit the gay clubs where men were not interested in them. But it was the only way some guys get laid. They dressed up all gay and sit at the bar waiting to pounce on those unsuspecting ladies who would mistake them for a regular gay. The only time that plan backfires is when you are heckled by another gay in the club. It sometimes can be frustrating.

He knew all about drugs because it was an essential part of the night and his life. However, the buck only stops at the fun drugs and he tried to stay clear from the sketchy drugs. He did not want to be addicted to those, they were deadly. They dominated and messed up your life, change the tone and color of your skin and he was too special to go that way so he resorted to the recreational drugs. The likes of speed, crack, LSD and cocaine were expensive when smoked. It was recreation he wanted anyway so he did weed and Ecstasy because they were basically harmless and only needed some moderation.

All he had to do was to stay out of trouble by not buying it on the street. People sold all mixture of herbs as drug and some of these ones left you with a throbbing headache, severe and lasting damage and staying off the street also was a sure way to avoid the Police. He had his own peddler who supplied him with his doses. He paid a premium for the contract and also pays for the extra services the drug pusher rendered. That meant reliable and mostly, timely supply of his goodies. Drug peddling was big business in the city. It was more than the average observer could fathom and it was a member’s only affair. It is definite that someone has to introduce you. That is what happens in any closed group even if it was a dyad.

You needed some kind of skills and alertness to do drugs on the street which happens to be the safest place by all means necessary. Nobody was allowed to buy and sell drugs in their homes, not even when it was unlawful to possess it. Nobody had the temerity to have the exhibit in their possession for so long, so they exchange hands quickly; one taking the money and the other the dope. This limits the time to examine the authenticity of the drug. He could not forget the day he bought a mixture of foot powder and baking soda to his chagrin.

They were headed for a party, he and a couple friends, so they passed by their usual joint on a not-too-busy backstreet. There were pockets of bars scattered in the road and people went about their lives as if no one existed besides them.  He got down as soon as they got there and crossed over the street to where the pusher sat in the open, where he could get to see informants and his assailants from afar. You were at a disadvantage if you operated from a hide-out. Most patrons do not even like going into obscure places to transact those kinds of deals. The cunningness in them, gives them the impetus to operate in the open and to give on-lookers the impression that everything was okay.

He noticed that the regular lanky guy who sold the drugs was not sitting behind the broken billboard that has been left there for as long as anyone cared to know. From where he sat, it was easier to see people approaching than they seeing him. He loved that position for an office and was rooted to it. He felt let down upon realizing that the guy was not there. He looked around and saw no one, he could not ask of him since it was a risky venture. That was when it dawned on him that he and his friends and the party was not going to come alive because the powerhouse cannot respond well.

How else could they dance and play the charade all night long, not to talk about all those sex games like spin-the-bottle and truth and dare coming up.  That was when he was approached by one guy who looked like he’s been in the trade as long as you care to know. They have a funny way of making themselves out and it’s amazing to the lay man. Identifying a total stranger among a group of people and narrowing your search to him because of his lifestyle was a craft you acquired after sometime on the street.

The guy introduced himself as the one sitting in for his customer and that it was safe to buy from him since the Pusher himself had woken up to mind a few businesses in the other side of the city. He was suddenly elated that after all the party was coming alive against all odds. He bought a large quantity of cocaine and weed. He quickly runs to the car after crossing over the street to where it was parked. He quickly made himself comfortable in his latest toy, the 2011 model of the Porsche Cayenne and drove off with his friends.

They had gotten to the party, made themselves comfortable in the room where the sniffing was supposed to take place before they realized that what they had in their possession was a mixture of powder. Apart from the money that was gone down the drain, their night was going down inactively and less eventful. They cannot live to their fullest and they knew right there that their night was ruined, not to talk about the party at all.

Since that fateful night, he resolved to look for his own supplier and that is who he’s been working with ever since. They were not regular dealers; they come to your home with what they claim was one of the best drugs. How they come up with such potent stuffs still remains their trade secrets. They touted the potency of their supply which makes you bless the day you signed the pact with them. You always ended up smiling to yourself for trusting your instinct and for making such a choice.

He has learnt not to ask the quality of the merchandise because the last time he did, he received a whole lecture on the origin of the drug, the first family that cultivated it and how they got it smuggled into the Country. He doesn’t even like the way they talk. They all talk the same way; cold and appear to have the last words, they also like their words taken serious. He did not also like their concept of time. It doesn’t sit well with him but if that is how his supply could get to him, then that will be it; half an hour meant an hour and a half but that was how far his relationship with Ras Bongo, his supplier went.

Even though he did not have many friends, the less he had, he was afraid of practically living his life with them. He could not introduce his friends to his supplier otherwise it was just a matter of time and they would turn him into a mini drug dealer and that meant carrying some about and getting into trouble with the Police. He could not afford to add that up to what he was already doing. He did not want to generate revenue that way.

The weed was an essential part of maintaining sanity in the city; it was one of the sure ways of getting down and rising to whatever occasion. It was good, cheap and easy to get unlike the cocaine which was scarce and expensive.  He made sure he always had his supply of the two types.  He smoked the skunk all day long if he decides to stay at home. The pungent sticky buds and smell from the skunk alone was glorifying to him since he likes to get high like the clouds. He calls it chronic. He only made use of the dead weed in the mornings when he had a hangover. It was the remedy to tackling hang over. It was the cheaper one that comes with the seeds and twigs and this type can even make an anorexic acquire the taste of a gourmet. Every food simply became delicious and good.

The Night Life #The Cross#

He was in his own world and his life revolved around the night. He knew all about night life in the city and slept with different girls anytime he wishes to. Sex was not hard to get. He had sex everywhere; in the offices, in the bars, in the cars and even your front door. Sex is fun. He felt like the five horny days preceeding the menstrual cycle of a woman; randy all day every day. He was usually quite clear about his intentions of going to the club. Sometimes, he only planned to go for business where he met other players in his world to strike deals, at other times too, he went to drink and sometimes dancing, but he was not the kind who will dance. He was too conservative for that, dancing is for girls and boys who want to talk each other into bed. He doesn’t worry about that; he’s learnt the rules and paid his dues.  He was taught that the key to playing every game is to quickly learn the rules; otherwise you will go down the history of the game as the clueless player. He will rather watch people dance, it was nice that way and he liked it private because it led to sex. The rules states that ninety percent of the people out there are looking forward to getting down. All you have to know is when to call the shots.

Even though the Ladies sometimes resist the urge to make him feel like he got away with it easily, but the temptation was usually overwhelming, you just would have to give in before the night was over. He doesn’t give up on them when they are acting clumsy because he knows how cloud ladies can be on their purpose when it comes to getting laid.

He went everywhere as far as night life was concerned. He had invitations to private parties and clubs. He always seems to know someone who knew someone, so getting around was usually not a problem. He wasn’t always known by the bouncers at the Club houses but just a look at his suaveness and the aura around him alone warranted his entry. He had a few regular joints though. Being a regular came with its advantages, he had good relationship with most of the patrons, the management and also feels at home. He doesn’t necessarily have to give tips to get treated even though he always paid more than he spent.

He indulged in anything that will turn his buzz on and possibly sustain it and make him feel like a man and his first point of call was a drug of choice; Alcohol. He liked the euphoria that comes with it. The whole place seeming busy with loud music and people talking on top of their voices and everyone minding their own businesses. Men kissing each other under neon lights, women caressing each other and the straight ones tugging it down with their counterparts to be followed by pockets of aggression and then serious romance for the lucky ones.

Unlike other men who frequent the club, He doesn’t care about which girl she ended up with after each night, so he likes to stay drunk to impair his judgement. All he wanted was a girl to entertain him. That was what he thought of women generally, especially those who ended up in any man’s bed after languishing in the bars all night long. Some don’t even have a place of their own because they are able to put up with men every night.  Maybe, just like him, they have a reason being there, but he cared less. Sometimes, he knows that, he’s not being fair but the world is not fair either.  The alcohol made him accept them, it made him appreciate them since it was the only time they became a priority.

The Alcohol gig worked for him. It was a sure way to get him laid because a woman’s brain, known to man as one of the most complex and mysterious things, that can handle and process all kinds of information becomes a brain of gossip, painting of  nails and shopping after a glass of wine. Add another one and it will change to self-doubt with thoughts like a bottle more? , “Does anyone like me?” “Am I the most beautiful girl in the place and probably the whole wide world? Then a feeling of clinginess and the need to be appreciated sets in and that’s where the women themselves will beg to be taken home and this process was repeated by most girls at least 5 days in a week. There was always one available to be taken home if only you have what it takes, and he had more than enough.

He has been taught right from infancy that money was the wheels on which the world was turning until he grew up to hear of another, thus information. Life has taught him that getting money was a must. It was a necessity and a very compelling venture. Selasi was sent away from his own home at the age of 12years because of money. He was totally lost, vulnerable, exposed and predisposed to the mercies and evils of the world. Even though he tries to repress all the underlying and subconscious thoughts, he could not help relating to them.  He has and was a result of the past.

He could not cut away from his past even though he likes to think of himself as one without a past. Everything he had ever touched or ever known did not exist anymore.  The church and School he attended in his infancy and his home were not where they used to be anymore and he cared less where they were now. He even doubts if they still exist.  These events signify change and they detached him from his past, but the most important thing right now is he has money. It’s the money, the ultimate goal recognized by society that has changed everything and he liked the transition.

Once he likes you, and with his straight sense of purpose, he buys you a drink. He had a knack for ordering his partners’ favorite drinks or just anything that will make them happy, probably out of experience of mingling with that sort for long. Only a handful of ladies will opt for something different than the one he proposed. He usually was on point and the precision sometimes amazes the ladies. Apart from the cocktail of expensive perfumes he wore, the dress he was wearing and how it lied on him, another thing that made them fall was his sense of know-it-all that attracted you to him like a magnet.

 

The alcohol works for him too. It was a way to de-stress himself. Smaller as the male brain can be, it shrunk his mind from hot chicks, biceps, muscle cars, T.V and money to titties, ass and sex. The only clue is to find your balance in there.

For many people, the deal is to usually know what to say at what time but for him he was keen on what not to say. He smiled when he has to, was not too sophisticated for his looks and an easy to approach person. Getting down seem so random but there were ways to go about it and he probably is one of the ways since he has mastered the trends and conventions you have to follow to have more fun and less stress.

It was awkward trying to be one’s self in a society where people were not themselves, but he already knew that. Even though you appeared stupid, you were admired and chosen by someone out there. You appeared as someone who knows himself and possibly knows what they are doing.  People have discernible minds to know the difference, to know that they have never being themselves, but that is all the effort they have directed to that theme. They would rather not be seen nor talked about, especially in a negative way, so they join the fray.

He was usually wooed by women and it’s been like that most of the times and it was a normal trend. He was Selasi, the eye of the most High God who got away with everything he wanted. Just name it. He knew his limits as a mortal and tries to stay within that limit. He actually and only desired the things he could get, and that is a wise choice any day.

He likes those who take the initiative to approach him and make their intentions known either through subtle or blatant means. He considered them as go-getters who have not really developed their God-given talents. Going for what you want, extended in the corporate world, extended to cover their wants and needs and anything that will make them happy would have been living to their maximum but these bunch of call girls only narrows it down to whose bed they can end up, in an attempt to rip the person off.

Sometimes, he wonders why God has decided to keep some answers to himself. He gets angry over issues with God when he has to. He was God’s eye, his heartbeat. He was the one he sent on most of his errands.  God communicated with him on daily basis so he doesn’t understand the fact that He makes things happen before making him privy to them. He would be well if it was revealed to him even a minute prior to the event.  And those would become the times he was out-witted. In his line of trade, getting outsmarted means one thing; death.

He could not die now; he had a lot of work to do before his death. He knew he was a mortal and would die someday, but what he doesn’t know is if he would also come back to life like Jesus Christ or would be asked to stay dead. He acknowledged the fact that there was vast difference between Jesus Christ and him but they were all doing the work of God. Jesus Christ had a great following in his days and a greater following after his death while he was just a servant, specifically, a special force instituted by God himself in his army. He was the only one who could go on the missions he went on and that is as simple as that. He also acknowledged other special forces on different errands and believes he was not cut for those errands. Everything happened to him because it had to happen. It got him in a better position to carry out his duties.

We don’t know why things happen to us but he knows one thing, and that is they play themselves out when they do. They happen for a reason.

He thinks about settling down but it was just one of his fleeting thoughts.  He doesn’t know what love is and don’t want to be drawn into that drama, keeping communication going on even if it was compelling and boring, the fights, the emotional roller-coasters and the audacity of someone budging into your privacy with some kind of audacity just because you share a bed without a boundary. He did not even have what it takes to keep a relationship and avoids it like a plague.

Life is all about the interaction of men and women and the effects it has on nature and how it practically changes the world. The game is for the true players and excellence is only for the wise. Unless, you are not playing or interested in the game, you can forego the rules and it keeps changing, which requires one to keep up and for now, all he cared about after executing business was how to get down.

He had what it takes. He knew that the Ladies like their men tall handsome and the rich types who will buy them things and lastly, the talented ones and he had all. He was not sure about the last one but he figured, you needed a lot of talents to survive in his line of business. But since those attributes contributes to just about three percent of the male population, the women have improvised by looking out for other things like sense of humor which he doesn’t use much. May be he had none and he couldn’t be bothered. God would have given him that sense if he needed it in his line of business.

However, falling short of those attributes could still get you laid since dancing has become easier. All you have to do is move your body and keep dancing till your partner is done dancing to all her favorite tunes and that probably explains why you see many people on the packed floor drenched in sweats of total strangers who could be anything and acting like everything is normal, thanks to the power of alcohol.