The Madam Agatha Mentality 1

When I met my primary school teacher after sixteen years, I was so happy about the experience. My happiness was short lived. I’d tell you why… 

So my class three teacher wasn’t my best teacher. We had good times and bad times. Like when she lashed me for being late. That was a bad time. I explained to her that it wasn’t my fault, that my mum had an emergency. 

She called me liar, and spank my butt. I cried almost all day. Good times, especially, when she called my name to read on the board, and would patiently wait for me to read, and correct all my errors. She had that patient spirit. And I loved it. 

But today, I’m working as a senior analyst with Starast Company Limited. My first day of work was pretty awesome. I’d been brilliant in school since my primary days and me having a first class honors in statistics was something I was heavily proud of. 

I went to work and assumed my seat. Workers trooped in to my desk area to give me welcome messages. Apparently it’s a tradition they hold and do for every single new worker. 

Madam Agatha came in to welcome me. Her face beamed with amazement. 

‘Hilda!!! You’ve grown so big, I knew this girl oh, small girl, my student, oh fine’. 

She wanted everyone to know she’d taught me. That even wasn’t a problem. The next few days were almost unbearable for me, even months. 

As a senior analyst, everyone was to report to me, the detail of their daily activity and how they were handling information from companies we worked with. The detail of this task was so intense that I had to be as strict and firm as possible to correct the mistakes my colleagues brought to me. 

Madam Agatha, now a data collector, had developed a new attitude towards me. In her mind, I was still that student she taught some years ago. She decided to keep her data and analysis till I came to her desk for it. 

The first week, I tried to ignore her attitude and kept on smiling, telling her not to worry if she couldn’t bring me her external hard disk with the data and the report. 

In my mind, I thought she was slow and gave her the benefit of the doubt. Until I heard a conversation between Agatha and another colleague. 

‘Aga, why don’t you send your things to Senior Analyst anymore? I thought you were usually the first to complete?’ 

‘Ah, Sewor, why should I do that? Huh, this small girl today’s my boss. I don’t have to do that, even when I want to send her, I can comfortably do that’. 

Sewor was shocked. He shook his head and ended the rather unpleasant conversation. 

I came out of the washroom, and saw the two leaving. I didn’t get angry. I was mad. So, Madam Agatha hadn’t grown out of this teacher thing. And was ready to send me to buy her food. 

The next day, as she sat behind her desk I walked in and said hello instead of the regular good morning she’d expected. 

‘You started greeting hello, who taught you those manners?’ 

Her tone was harsh. 

Other workers looked at me, waiting for my response. 

I smiled and left. 

A week later, Agatha approached me and asked me to wear longer skirts. My skirts to her were too short and I was distracting the other guys. 

‘As a lady you should be decent’. I smiled

‘But you koraa where do you stay’. She asked me. 

‘I’m at Madina’. I replied. 

‘Oh, buy me waakye on your way here tomorrow’. She instructed. 

‘Yes, I think you would pass where I stand and pick a cab to work. I’d walk there and wait. Hope it’s no bother’. 

Now I was furious. 

She asked Freda and Renee to feel free and order if they wanted some of the waakye. She told them not to worry, her small girl would buy it for them. 

You can’t imagine my feeling…  

I’d tell you what I did in the next few days… 
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After The Wedding 5

The day had finally arrived. Was the reading of grandfather’s will. I think I felt so uncomfortable that night, not uncomfortable persay, but that feeling that is common when you have a tough exam to write, and have spent so much time studying. Should I call it anxiety? Well, it was bad. 

Linda noticed my composure. She tried to calm me down. 

‘Yoofi, I think you are too worried about this. A thing for you…’ 

She said, smiled and caressed my hair gently. 

Oh, that feeling! 

That relaxed my nerves. I could tell, over and over again, that if not for this tension, we would have engaged ourselves in a steamy time of love, under the cool December winds. 

Our love was new, the only barrier was our hurdle we had to cross in a few hours. 

At seven in the morning, I heard the phone ring…

‘Hello’ I picked up. 

‘Yoofi, guess you’re coming?’ 

‘Yes mum, we are on our way’.

‘The estate your grandfather is leaving you is huge, you know that?’ 

Now I didn’t know what was coming next. But I was certain even mummy wanted to secure a good share. 

‘Awesome, remember King Solomon, and how he used the wealth God had gi…’

I just looked up to heaven. I couldn’t imagine why this advice was coming now. 

Mum wanted me to assure her I wasn’t going to forget her after I had the money from grandfather. 

‘Mum, I’m driving… We’d meet at the reading’. I told her. 

Driving to the house was like a journey forever unending. Linda kept looking at me and at a point offered to drive while I probably just sat down quietly and stopped fretting over nothing. 


‘Yoofi, let me handle this…’ She asked me politely. 

‘Park, and allow me to drive you to grandfather’s house’ Linda convinced. 

‘Leave me alone, I said I’m fine’. I raised my voice. Not only my voice too, my hands as well. We were currently going at top speed but my nerves wouldn’t make me realize that. 

If tension could lock my man’s function during the honeymoon, what else couldn’t it do? 

I remember my mum talking to me, and my dad, telling me not to worry deeply about so many things, especially things I had no control of. 

I had done that again, crying, depressed, worried, overly desperate about a will everyone knew was mine. 

Before Linda could reply to my yell, before she could convince me that the speed we were driving at was overly dangerous, and before I even realized how much of a fool I was, both of us were under the curse of a huge truck that approached us. We hit into the truck, beneath it, our life’s came to an abrupt end, no will, no more suspense, just me in heaven or hell, I can’t even tell. 

The final seconds of my life were bitter. Before I heard medics approach, fire service and some pressmen record what had happened, I regretted deeply the results of my action. Foolish, unnecessary and immature. 

I had crushed like an hour glass, the sand’s telling of time wouldn’t even matter to anyone now. 

I wanted to fight, but seeing Linda crushed gave life no meaning for me. I wished I could hold her, and make her breathe. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t talk. 

Life had ended for me, so did it end for Linda. I couldn’t apologize enough.

The will was read though. They tried reaching me on my cell phone to know my bearing. No one answered. 

Now, with my absence on this earth, my creditors could go and worry my swift ghost, but my concern is whether you still want to know the content of the will. 

I learnt my lesson the hard way, I’ve been taught the toughest way by life. I’d still share with you the content… 

Grandfather’s house. 


‘We have spent almost two hours waiting for Yoofi and his wife. Grandfather never stated that Yoofi’s absence would stop the reading of the will… I’d proceed’.  
‘I leave my holiday house in Keta to my daughter’s husband. He could decide to do whatever he wants with it’

Yoofi’s mum couldn’t believe it. She was going to swallow the much bitter pill after she heard about what had just happened. 

‘And for Yoofi 

Yoofi was my young grandson. He’s shown me so much love, and I love him back. Everyday I spent time with him sharing my deepest secrets and he always tried to defend others, and asked me to forgive them. 

Even when I told him about my friends I had completely cut off, Yoofi told me to never say I had cut them off. 

He has a very soft heart. I kept reminding my grandson to be bold and tough in life. I asked him to man-up, and for five times I changed the content of this will so I get the best for him. I told him to be a man as successful as I was he should be ready to cut off friends, colleagues and even family who would hinder his success. He wouldn’t take that but argue unending, defending them’. 

So I’ve given him everything. All I have. The money, cars, everything. But because I want him to remain kind-hearted, a man who keeps everyone else at heart, he’s only going to manage the funds in the name of the three orphanages which I’ve always funded. 

He personally doesn’t own any of the money, but every withdrawal is to support the orphans. 
He’d act as the manager of the funds, but still remain accountable to the orphanage. I’ll just want to make his soft heart more complete. 

He’s still my favorite friend’. 

The end! 

After The Wedding 3.

The deep voice came twenty seconds after the whole family had gathered to take the photo. Don’t be bothered about me saying whole… it’s not really a big family. 

It was Dad! 

Good Lord! This man was transformed. He had grown handsome and his countenance was unusual. 

Mum had missed. 

If grandfather was alive now, I’m certain he would’ve cursed mum louder. Grandfather would have loved to see what a fine gentleman his son-in-law had become. 

For the first time, I knew mum wouldn’t look good in a photo. She could not hold back her surprise at his development over the years. There was something, something, about his look. Maybe mum should have given him some time to change. His ugly flirtatious behavior with women. He never had affairs, never, but the flirting, at least those I saw were intimidating and irritating. 

We took the photo anyway. It was going to be an amazing portrait after the wedding, large and beautiful in the mansion I knew myself and Linda were moving into. 

Sounds tasty, doesn’t it? 

The wedding was superb. Some scary events almost freaked me out. Thank You Lord! It was amazing. 

I saw mum and dad speaking after the wedding. She still loved him. She wished he could stop the ugly behavior he had, but it wasn’t possible. I don’t know the words they shared, but the hug made mum cry. 

Guests came over to congratulate us. My friends were in love with the decor and everything. Linda’s friends told her about how lovely she looked and how lucky she was. Can I stop talking about the wedding now? 

We spent the night in mum’s house. We couldn’t open the gifts and we were too tired to do the do the night of our wedding. It was all about speaking about the moments, how things fared and sharing gentle kisses, till we fell in each other’s arms, waking up almost late for church. 

Sunday morning came fast. Church was good. Everyone talked about us. The afternoon lunch was grand. We selected The Gold Coast City Hotel as our venue and invited only close friends and family of thirty to the event. That cost us about seven thousand Cedis in all. 

Grand celebration. We were not ending soon. We were ready to complete our wedding celebrations with our trip to South Africa for three days on our lovely honeymoon. 

That night, at the Cape Town African Pride Crystal Towers Hotel and Spa, Linda and I, husband and wife, felt at peace than any other day. We could feel the bond and the efforts at making our lives stay together for a very long time. 

For the very first time, I saw the beauty of my lovely wife in full glory. She wore her beautiful morning coat given her by the hotel and after bathing, she came to the room and graced my eyes with goodness. 
I knew this was a great opportunity and would be the first time we were going to be intimate as a couple. I had thought about the expenses we had incurred in the preparations and during the wedding some minutes ago, the stress we had been through and the reading of the will. 

I had also considered the feeling of becoming super wealthy in a space of three days and how my life was going to be transformed. 

Those thoughts consumed my drive. My man wouldn’t smile. I was tensed. Linda asked me to relax. At a point in time, she felt she wasn’t attractive enough. We both tried everything, everything. No action. 

I’ve never seen this before. Linda was worried. Had she just married an impotent man? Powerless? Or was this thing about my new wealth just a hoax? 

‘Now, tell me, what is wrong?, I thought we were both stressed?’ 

Linda’s tone was rising now. 

‘Linda, calm down, easy’. I explained. 

She seemed worried. I couldn’t believe she couldn’t understand the way I was feeling. 

‘Why should you be nervous about something that belongs to you. We’ll pay all the debt and move on. It’s just about five-six days away’. 

Linda had a point. 

Before I could lift my head and call her to join me in bed so we could give it a shot for the fifth time, Linda had left the room. 

Why was my new wife impatient? I couldn’t make any sense of her actions. She’d come around I assured myself. 

Where she had gone, what she was going to do, I had no idea. 

I turned, watched Linda’s diary… She had written in detail every cost for the wedding. 

Calculating the grand total made me scream… I think I fainted briefly … 

Proudly Behind The Scenes! 

Watch any program or television show. You see the presenters, how glamorous and beautiful they look. The fame, the parties, the deals, the contacts they do establish. How they enjoy all the attention and get to interview great people. 

But we come to realize that there are so many people behind the scenes that make things happen. After your favourite television talk show or your favourite movie, take some time to look at the production team. It’s very likely you may run out of patience if you try to look at all the names that appear after the movie. 

We have to understand that there will surely come a time where we’d have to be behind the scenes for someone else’s star to shine and shine so bright. 

Our world today doesn’t permit that? Everyone wants to be in the spotlight. Feel the full glare of the pretty cameras and hear people scream and mention their names everywhere. In this post I’d celebrate five categories of people who are always behind the scenes making things happen. 

1. Praying Grandmothers/Mothers

Their prayers are like a magic wand. They’re are strong pillars behind our lives, commanding angels and God’s favor to take charge over many circumstances. They are the Warriors on the real battlefield, and they make things happen for most of us. They fight battles that have the potential to cripple their strength but they move on and do not give up. We owe them big time. 

2. A supportive spouse

Whether she is a banker and he is a teacher, or he runs a serious business and she is the house wife managing a provision shop. A supportive spouse would cook for the family, organize your schedule, calm your nerves and treat you with honor. They understand the pressures of a difficult job and do all they can to make the home happy. That’s the positive life. There are so many spouses who work behind the scenes to make their other half shine. It takes some nerve to keep being supportive. Kudos! 

3. Personal Assistants

Remarkably dedicated, this task is one of the most hectic ones. Helping to make major decisions, performing tasks in record time and making things happen for others. Personal assistants go through the stress of organizing another person’s schedule to ensure they are on point. And guess what, apart from the salary they receive, they are not even recognized after a major event. Good job done. 

4. Camera men, crew, production assistants, make up artists. 

The movie creators. We hear of actors and actresses making millions of dollars. They become the stars, go on heavy vacations, get record deals and make huge investments. The crew remain hidden. The role they play makes it almost impossible for them to be in the spotlight. They are always on time, have patience to instruct and go the extra mile to see that a production is perfect. They may have wanted to win some major attention. They understand that to make it happen, people have to behind the scenes! 

5. Soldiers and Fighters

While we probably cruise and chill, someone is fighting to protect our lives. They lay down their lives, and make tough sacrifices so that we could have some peace. We don’t see their numerous activities, but it goes on, in war zones and places with troubles. Thank you our security personnel. 

Sometimes, we tend to disrespect people behind the scenes. People in the spotlight may be tempted to show them disrespect and a wicked attitude. 

A husband may not respect his wife because she has put her education on hold. Forgetting she has sacrificed so much to see him shine. 

An ungrateful child may call his praying grandmother a witch and call her names. 

A television host would feel ‘big’ and give no respect to the crew. 

Remember, without them, life wouldn’t run smoothly as expected. 

Celebrate someone behind the scenes today! 

I just did mine, who are you celebrating? 

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Careful… Call Ended? 

Annoying spouse, difficult clients, troublesome friend. 

Few of the categories of people who’ll make you curse, giggle, diss or make fun of after a phone call. 

But before you are tempted to do any of that, maybe you have to hear these stories. They may either 

1. Make you bold tell people directly how you feel about an issue 

2. Make sure you don’t joke with your call ended button on your phone 

3. Be very careful about pocket-dialing, butt-dialing or hip dialing. 

Ghanaians talk, and the world over women do talk a lot. 

I’d share some experiences from people and mine as well. 


Client Lost

I had this client I was working for. I had just landed a deal to write speeches for this client. He was an influential man and a head of an oil company. 

He sketched the details of his speech and I wrote it as he wanted. After sending him my reply, he called back late to tell me I had not written what he sent. 

So I went back and checked. It was the same thing he sent. 

In a few hours, he sent a different thing to me to work on. Worked on it and wrote it carefully for him. He called back to say my tone for the speech was too calm and he wanted to sound more ‘CEOish’. 

Did that. 

He called again to tell me I had written like the staff of his work and club were his minors so while he drove he quoted verbatim what he wanted to say. 

I typed it and sent it to him. Guess what? 

He called again and said I had not done what he asked of me. In the cause of me trying to explain that I did just what he asked, he insisted what he said was different. 

Considering the workload on me for the day, and me spending so much time on a one-paged speech I got peeved. 

So after the call, I began complaining about why some clients were so troublesome and would disturb people. 

I called him someone who did not know what he wanted, and said he was confused. 

Then I looked at my phone. 

Damn! He was still on the line. Saying repeatedly, Hello, Hello, Hello. 

I hang up quickly. He called again, pretended he didn’t hear my comments, and that was all. 

I lost the deal. Cost me money. 


Wife’s Error 

She had visited her girls. Married to a man she loved. There had been some challenges in the marriage and like girls always do… 

They Talk… And Plenty. 

As they had their convo, girls girls, the married woman had a call from her husband. He asked her where she was and made some enquiries. 

Then they ‘ended’ the call. 

Trouble began after the call. 

She started narrating the problems of the home to her friends. She spoke of how she truly felt concerning her man, how lazy he was and the fact that he wasn’t bringing home money. 

He hadn’t put the phone down yet. She heard someone shouting 


And guess. The mess had been created. 

Another marital peace destroyed. 

3. Plot unraveled. 

Jamie planned to make Lucy suffer for something she had not done. Jamie was Lucy’s best friend. She trusted him so much. 

They worked in a bank, and Jamie had forged Lucy’s signature to a set of documents that would have gotten him dismissed. 

On the night before the morning when auditors would come around, Lucy had a ‘call’ from Jamie. 

She repeatedly said ‘Hello, hello’ 

No response. 

Then she heard Jamie’s voice. He was alone in the room. 

I’m forging and forging till it can’t be see its me. He laughed and giggled. Jamie called the assistant manager who was her personal friend to cross check for her.

Story short, Jamie was arrested. 

Pocket dialing or not hanging up on a call could have serious implications. 

That’s when you understand that apart from people who are pleased to gossip and paint others dark, most Ghanaians and people all over are not able to voice how they feel. 

It would have been simple if we said the truth about how we feel. Than waiting for the person’s absence after all a call. 

Be careful, shhhh… Who’s listening. 

Cheers to a good day! 

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Five Ugly Mistakes Ghanaian Parents make. And Then…(2)

We continue the expedition to parents world of mistakes. 

Mistake Number 3. 

When a parent by God’s grace has seen their child get married, the next expectation is to see their grandchildren so that their titles of Grandpa and Grandma do not go defunct. 

In actual sense, to most parents, having grandchildren comes with so much pride and happiness and they cannot afford to miss those experiences. Where their children would be so busy working and leave their grandchildren with them. 

But it’s sometimes not easy to get a baby. For some people it’s a Herculean task and parents become the fuel to troubling those children to make very dangerous choices. 

Some parents would call their children names. There are instances where the parents suspect the child may have been into some bad practices or should have been cursed by some old man or woman in the village. 

Barrenness ruins so many great relationships in families. The pressure and questions from parents could ruin a marriage totally. Usually it’s the woman first. They assume her womb is perpetually shut and she cannot carry her own baby. 

Until now, just a few parents support their children and show them love and concern when it comes to the very delicate matter of child bearing. 

If the couple is affluent, the parents could speculate the obvious. Probably, the man has donated every semen he would ever produce to a cult in exchange for money. Some Ghanaian Parents say worse and actually do worse. 

That’s a huge blunder. 

Childbearing is a gift from God. He gives to whom He pleases and it’s about time. If more parents were supportive and more understanding, the probability of them seeing more grandchildren would not be a problem at all. 

Mistake Number 4

Every child has a different dream and goal. Thanks be to God. There’s been an increasing awareness that every career has potential to earn income, provided the individual is creative, dedicated and committed to the goals they set. 

When it comes to academia, especially choosing a course or a field of study, some parents are seen to dominate. 

Heard of a friend whose father had purchased  university admission forms for him and filled out all the details without telling him about it. 

(I felt he should have his father in court already) 

Some parents would want their family members to remain doctors and would act as though their children who may have chosen a different discipline were disobedient and rebellious. 

And if the parents are successful in persuading their children to do a particular course or study a particular program against their will… 

This happens. 

Children become less passionate and miss the joy in being in school. Children have a hard time focusing on their true dreams and goals and it kills their spirit. 


The parents start to complain. He’s not performing. His results are woefully bad. She has been following guys around and not studying. 

Maybe you should remember as parents that helping your children become better doesn’t mean making every single decision for them. It means giving them the necessary guidance and counseling, while you pay attention to their thoughts and seek their best interest. 


Mistake Number 5

Parents should never compare children. Every child is unique in their own way. 

Ghanaian parents love to do this. See your brother. See your sister, and have a look at yourself. 

Ugly ugly mistake. 

Kills and dampens a person’s spirit and makes life very tough for other children who may want to prove their parents wrong and may go dangerous lengths to get that done. 
May be parents could take a second look at their actions. Having the best interest of your children means doing everything out of love, no selfish gain or personal thoughts. 

After all, we appreciate you so much. 

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Five Ugly Mistakes Ghanaian Parents make. And Then…(1)

Parents are our first friends. Ghanaian parents could be like the tides of the sea. They are sometimes friendly and welcoming, other times, they make children feel they were a storm that approached their lives. 

It’s easy to understand why a parent would wish a child did just what they wanted. That they’ve fed you, clothed you, catered well for you. Even in the most challenging times, they had to work extra hard to make you comfortable. Clap for parents. 

It’s unbelievable some parents actually have the notion that they’ve heavily invested in a child. Apparently, they seek to earn interest like some fixed deposit in the bank, or like some heavy package from an investment. Well, that’s not bad. At all. 


Mistake number one. 

Whenever Ghanaian parents are quick to benefit from a child’s success, there are huge problems caused. Not ruling out the fact that some children are unbelievably ungrateful, despicably forgetful of their parents unflinching diligence to their God-given duty, inversely, it is dangerous for parents to assume their children are being stingy. 

In conversations with so many young people, it’s their heavenly dream to someday build their parents a mansion or buy them their dream car. If only every parent would believe in the power of time and carefully commit themselves to encouragement and prayer. 

After they have exerted pressure on the kids to be forcefully successful, and compared them to almost every other parent’s successful kids. 


The demons of low self esteem, abamdonment and sadness floods their lives. Now children have to resort to sakawa, fraudulent acts, drug peddling and prostitution. Sad. 

Maybe parents should just take it easy. 

Mistake Number Two. 

We know how you love to see your children wedded. How you’ld love it when we bring our darling spouses to you and you give us your final blessing. 

Then again, for the ladies there’s a different twist. Until you hear the tales of what some mothers do to see their children married, you wouldn’t see this as relevant in a mistake category. 

Stories have been told where parents would not accept any financial aid from a successful child who hasn’t married. Others wouldn’t even communicate with them. Some mothers would visit prayer camps, prophets, fetish priests and fortune tellers to speak on their children’s marital dreams. 

And then…

The child succumbs to the pressure. 

Three months after, the girl married a fraud. Or, she has found out the guy is impotent. Or, the lady has cheated on him. Sometimes they are just not compatible and the marriage won’t last. Sometimes it’s got to with issues of abuse, mistrust, identity crisis and ugly quarrels. 


You’ll see how parent become apologetic and start to find ways to make the marriage work. They make it seem as though you’ve made wrong choices all your life. Most marriages haven’t lasted because of pressures from home. Some people would have to go through four marriages and endure four divorces before they discover the ‘right rib’. 

Maybe parents should take it easy. They’ll get wedded eventually. Unless there’s of course a child who has already professed to being eternally celebate or an ordained narcissistic. You could give those a try. 

Visit tomorrow as I discuss mistake 3,4 and 5. 

Great day! 

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