During my youthful days at Kantamanto, the area near the railway station in Central Accra, I had a very good friend who used to clear refuse and we, the young ones, called him ?Papa Borlar.?

He erected his beautiful cabin near the garbage heap, which of course was well maintained.

Papa Borlar had one very precious instrument which he refused to allow anybody to touch and that was his old Sanyo ?Akasanoma? radio set.

I was curious about the talking bird equipment, so I asked my aunty to give me one loaf of sugar bread to be given to Papa Borlar. With that bread, I won the heart of my good friend.

?My Garbage? man told me that he used to work at the Akasanoma place and through hard work he was able to put up a small building in one of the suburbs of Accra.

I spent useful times with my friend on that Kantamanto garbage dump and he told me many things about the good works of the first President, especially the huge development projects.

Back in the house, I reflected upon the statements of Papa Borlar and compared them to what I used to hear in some parts of Accra, especially when I was sent on an errand to the Wato Club area, near the General Post office.

On Friday, September 21, 2012, I decided to check on my old garbage man to find out if he was still alive. So I went to my old haunt at Kantamanto. Fortunately, an old acquaintance confirmed his existence.

My dear readers, I saw my old friend sitting in his small hall. He was listening to a small radio (not Akasanoma this time).

?Hey my crazy Dzelukope Boy!? that was the first word he uttered as I introduced myself.

?Now you are no more the lanky troublesome boy who used to worry me at Kantamanto,? he was indeed happy to see me after many years.

I was surprised to see him healthy. I decided to allow him to inform me about some of the things he told me about the great Osagyefo.

I spent more than four hours with my old friend and before I left him, he urged me to do something.

?I want you to do some exercise today and tomorrow. The first day, I want you to walk through the industrial area of Accra, there you would see the immense testimonials of Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, most of them have now been turned into big churches and commodity warehouses.

?After that, go to the industrial and the harbor city of Tema and after that draw your own small conclusion and you would know if people who are still extolling the good works of that man are telling lies.?

Then he said something, which came to me as a surprise.

?Let me also tell you something, I want you to urge your children to tell the truth at all times and let integrity be their trademark. When I was working, I had a good colleague who hailed from your area and he told me a lot about the Ewes.

?He told me that during the ritual cleansing of the deity, they cooked a special meal mixed with the bones of the local tilapia fish. All the elders of the clan were mandated to eat that meal and any person among them who was not honest choked to death.

Indeed, that ritual is being practiced today and I have not heard about the death of any elder.

?I want those who continue to tell lies about Nkrumah to go to your area and participate in that meal and see what would happen to them,? my old friend concluded with a chuckle.

My dear readers, this November marks the 50th anniversary of the celebration of the Hogbetsotsoza (festival) of the chiefs and people of the Anlo Traditional Area at Anloga, the traditional capital in the Keta Municipality.

The festival is held every year to mark the escape of the Ewes from the tyrannical King Agorkoli of Notsie in present day Republic of Togo.

There are many historic sites in the municipality and those who like domestic tourism can spend three days in the area to visit many interesting places.

They would also have the rare opportunity to see the elders partaking in that particular ritual meal.


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