34, SINGLE & BROKE

 

Sometime this week, I bumped into an old friend. He looked frail and haggard. This was not how he looked when I last saw him. Something was wrong. We had a long chat and at the peak of our conversation  was the fact that he had lost his job. He was a poultry farm manager and was incensed at what had happened to him. A role he managed for just three months after more than a year of searching for a job. 

He told me  his boss couldn't keep up with the rising cost of chicken feed, particularly maize, not to mention other equally expensive ingredient against the declining demand for eggs. To rub salt into his wound, his girlfriend had jilted him. I couldn't but empathize with him.  Poor chap. That reminded me of a line in one of Sarkodie's rap" sika nni wo bɔtɔ mu a, wo ti tesɛ oguan ti". To wit, if you have no money, your head looks like that of a sheep. 

The level of unemployment has become alarming. Young girls are giving themselves to men their

grandfather's age to survive on the daily. Young men are living on hand outs from friends who are struggling themselves and yet each day, we see, hear and read reports of reckless spending by the elite. Why?  This isn't what we bargained for. One strike action by workers here or there, Crime rates are high and all "someone" could say is that "it is only in heaven there is no crime". I fear for my unborn children and  those after. I wonder what country we shall bequeath to them. 

In the mean time, since there are no crimes in heaven, let's drink all the beer to wash down our pains here on earth. Cheers.🍺