EXPRESS REQUEST.

Hello God,

The last time I inquired, you were gorgeously and graciously seated on your mighty throne enjoying all the “fans”.  That isn’t bad a thing to do at all. After all, who can assume to take your place? Absolutely no one.  

Well, as usual I have come to disturb you again today. As you’re aware, a lot is going on here that beats my understanding. We, the best of your creation have turned our backs on you and you seem not to worry. We have plundered the fruits and desecrated the land that bore them. We have conveniently convinced ourselves that we are gods of the acreage and have sold them to strangers forgetting about our children and their children.

God, we have cut down trees, sold them less, bought them back in furniture from our slave masters expensively to decorate houses we have built with little or no occupants, when those who are in awful need of a single room occupancy are parading our streets famished with no hope for the future. We have killed all the wild animals which once majestically adorned our forest to the detriment of our little school going kids who only get to know of such in a white man’s books

Depleted Forest Cover 

The other day, someone took a lot of money to build homes affordable by the average Ghanaian

but couldn’t deliver yet came back to ask for more money.  Some other persons who stole a few gallons of fuel are being lead to the slaughters whiles the real perpetrators of crime are enjoying the full blast of the latest inverter air-con and the rest of us are sweating in the smothering heat from the sun because we have cut all the trees to boil kenkey.  is there a future for the generation unborn?

See eerrrrr, we promised to take very good care of our inheritance but are stealthily giving it out to some strange short people whose eye balls my lenses can’t see under the sun. God, they are abusing our mothers and sisters, killing our fathers and brothers for the glittering substance in the ground. Recently, we have given a huge portion of our “asaase” where my granny goes to fetch firewood and grandpa hunt for rabbits and mushrooms to some guys to mine bauxite.

Oh Papa, when will you lift your little mighty finger upon us?  When will you begin to push those who have deceived us into the gutters by their beautiful houses or make them lose their way to such meeting or in short make their huge cars small like “konko” cars when they are conceiving how to steal the little left of us. A typical case of the rich feasting on the poor which reminds me of a song sung in primary school “life in this world is a great struggle…”

We have lost the love you so much cherish leading to vilification and killing each other without provocation recourse to the laws. Forgetting that one day we shall stand judgement before your throne.

Dear God, in the name of your lovely son Jesus Christ, turn the table round. Make all genuinely hard working individuals rich and the unrepentant corrupt individuals impoverished. At least they will understand how it feels. You have taught me not to wish my brother evil but these brothers of mine “dieeeeeeeeeeerrrrr, daabi da”.     

There is to much wickedness here. Pastors who have sworn to do your bidding have metamorphosed to something else. Ripping of congregants of monies they don’t have. Bosses of companies and institutions taking advantage of the vulnerable.

I could go on and on till the sheets here finish but knowing how busy you are, allow me to put in a few request.  First forgive us for we have failed you in a number of ways I can’t mention because it’s embarrassing. Bless all the hustlers, the widows and orphans, the homeless and many other people who genuinely seek you and finally help and bless our leaders with COMMON SENSE.

Your son,

K. Oteng.