Photo of a group of people praying
The evening air was thick with the aroma of burnt cooking oil and simmering political anxieties. I knelt, attempting to commune with the higher powers, or at least find a signal strong enough to stream the latest episode of my favourite reality show. Instead, “hribabababa, hribabababa” escaped my lips, I found myself speaking in tongues.
Suddenly, BAM! A vision. Not of enlightenment or divine wisdom, mind you. Just a massive, grey elephant, gleefully yanking down an umbrella. An umbrella! The whole thing reeked of mice.
You see, I’ve always considered mice to be. . . well, mice. Annoying, sure. Prone to leaving unwanted droppings, absolutely. But “wicked”? “Sinful”? The very idea seemed preposterous. Until I heard this particular tale.
Imagine, if you will, a pepper farm. Rows and rows of vibrant, red peppers, basking in the tropical sun. Now picture a father-son mouse duo, embarking on a culinary crime spree of epic proportions.
“Father,” squeaked the son, tears welling in his tiny, rodent eyes, “Why are we chewing this pepper? It’s like molten lava in my mouth! It tastes. . .bad!”
The father, unperturbed, merely wiped his nose with a trembling paw. “Silence, child! Do you not see the sheer quantity of water streaming from my nostrils? This pepper is an abomination, a culinary injustice! But ‘ye bo abro’! We are being wonderfully, terribly, deliciously inconsiderate!”
And there it was. The key to understanding why some market queens have refused to reduce prices of goods in the face of a strong Cedi against major currencies and a plummeted fuel prices. It wasn’t about policy, or progress, or even remotely about the people. It was about ‘ye bo abro.’ Pure, unadulterated, gleeful mischief..
The vision of the elephant and the umbrella? A blatant metaphor, of course! Those so-called political mercenaries, the ones aligned with “Yaanom,” are on a mission of sabotage to spread discord. Like those pepper-chewing mice, they revel in the discomfort of the masses to score political points.
And the “Eye Zu, Eye Za” team? They better shine their eyes oo! This isn’t some garden-variety political maneuvering. Oh no. Elephant babies, strategically planted within the ranks of the umbrella holders, are sowing seeds of dissent. I can smell the elephantine excrement tainting our power grid, leading to these suspiciously timed outages. And the potential for “hribabababa” strikes and demonstrations? Higher than the price of imported sugar.
So, let us be vigilant. Let us remember the parable of the pepper-eating mice and strive for a more considerate society. Or, at the very least, invest in a really good mousetrap. Because, frankly, I’m starting to suspect those little devils are behind everything. Even my reality show being canceled.
Source:
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