Paapa Judge, this my skin pain opponent has make fine
Dear Senior Opupulepu,
How are you do? As for me and my shordies, we are all do fine, fine, sorry, no, we are all do well, well.
Senior, you know more than I do that whenever parishioners of blue kiosks visit their congregational centres and become filled with the Holy Spirit, and they come out walking upside down and sideways, we say they have make fine.
Senior, there are spirits and there are spirits. When the Spiritus Sanctus enter into human being, He brings with Him, peace perfect peace, joy perfect joy, love perfect love. Please here I am not referring to that love you and some fathers’ daughters make when you celebrate visits to any of the Your-Father-Is-Not-Here-Your-Mother-Is-Not-Here, dark allies and corners. Such places are so dark that even Wofa Sasabonsam himself, fears to look at, let alone visit.
Senior, as for Spiritus Sanctus dieee, there is no size. He comes in such gentle, gentility and as silent as a Sunday School pupil strictly observing, Sunday-School-No-Talking. But do not be deceived, power and might belong to Him and He is like the great, Obarima Kwabena Nkansa, Obarima Who Is Very Handsome, Who When He Walks The Ground Shakes, But When He Walks No One Hears He Is Coming.Yes Spiritus Sanctus, is over a billion times more than Obarima Kwabena Nkansa.
Senior, but who is this Obarima Kwabena Nkansa? Well, there is a rumour going on that I am Obarima Kwabena Nkansa, even though it is true, please keep it to yourself.
Senior, the things Spiritus Sanctus can do, only Yahweh and Yesu Christus Emmanuel can do. If we have to discuss these Three in One Trinity, we will be here till next year when we have not even started.
Senior, another set of spirits are kaakai by nature, sorry by spirit. They do only bad and they rule darkness except darkness where Spiritus Sanctus is quietly relaxing and taking His day off. These spirits are in fact Wofa Sasabosam’s labourers and he uses them to do bad, bad things.
Senior, there is another spirit, which can make man get into the spiritual realms and see things that never exist, touch things that are truly not there. These spirits in Ogyakrom can be called ogyateshie. Ogyateshie is distilled in Agbogbloshie, labelled in Bubuashie, packaged in Lartebiokoshie, wholesaled in Awoshie, retailed in Kaneshie and drunk in Teshie.
Senior, anyone who drinks Ogyateshie, becomes, fine – fine as in fine by way of looking fine and fresh. In fact, ogyateshie is also edible sanitizer which when one drinks, no house fly, town fly, bush fly or mosquito will fly in the person’s air space.
Senior, when someone becomes fine under the influence of ogyateshie, no one can engage him or her in any discussion, because he will only talk in the spirit and speak in the other version of tongues, which no one will understand to even be able to interpret.
Senior, when for some reason, you enter into the shelter where any of those old men and old women sit on benches doing nothing and you put your case across and call as witness, someone who has become fine, by tasting more than three mouthfuls of ogyateshie, your opponent’s I-Put-It-To-You apparatchik, who himself has been called to and frequently visits and in fact lives in drinking bars, will only say, “My Lord Papa Judge, This Guy Person Is Not A Credible Witness, Because He is fine.”
Senior, you remember, that Municipal Police, Madam Toffee, who it is been proven that she is not in fact an Ogyakromian but was dumped here by some Fulani nomads so she a person without a village. The story goes that these nomads invaded some farm hamlet and stole everything in sight. At that time Madam Toffee who was developing breasts on her chest was sleeping, in fact drunk. Her boyfriend introduced her to drink their version of ogyateshie in an attempt to go Suhum-Nsawam with her. But that did not happen. The boy’s father called him and sent him to go to the hamlet square and get him tobacco.
Senior, forensic evidence is showing that this happened in the Ivory village. It was that time that the lawless Fulani nomads invaded that hamlet. And took everything in sight and fled. They took Madam Toffee who because it was in the dark, they thought she was a baby cow, as in calf.
Senior, it was not until, they got to Ogyakrom, when the sun started shining, that they saw it was a human being they were carrying.If she was as ugly as a Fulani, they would have accepted her like that. Unfortunately, she was so beautiful that they took a unilateral decision and decided to dump her in an Ogyakrom hamlet called Jamboree.
Senior, this lost and not found daughter of Eve, decided that she will not go back home and settled herself in Jamboree. And sooner than later, the Umbrella clan, who are lawless by nature, adopted her and made her their Municipal Police of Jamboree.
Senior, this matter went before some old man who was sitting on a bench doing nothing. And when it was the turn to bring in the konkonsa people who know nothing but swear they know something, Madam Toffee’s I-Put-It-To-You apparatchik, who himself has just arrived from a drinking bar, shouted “Papa Judge, I know this man. Me and him drink at drinking bars and at the moment he is fine, so he cannot be a credible witness.”
Senior, but wait, was this not the guy man who vowed and swore an oath that he was going to castrate himself if Mama Gin, our chief fetish priestess at the Lot Casting shrine, would be able to compile the names of all Ogyakromians into her register? I am not talking about the witness. I am talking about that I-Put-It-To-You apparatchik.
Senior, is this guy still walking about with two balls of guinea fowl eggs between his legs? If it is him, then how credible can he be himself? He has been going to drinking bars with this guyman who always out-drink him, and, today, out of jealousy and envy, he is saying what?
Senior, I am Dan, sorry I am Done.
It’s Me!
