Where are we?

So, the new football season is beginning with the hitches characteristic of what some people will describe as bungling amateurism. Several questions come to mind when one observes the ongoing drama with stranger than fiction characters.

When the Bohemian discussed the football realities this side of Heaven with some well meaning people in the land considered by the multitude as the New Jerusalem, they wondered whether he was talking about a novel he had just read.

Is there anyone in this land of our forefathers who can explain why there is no calendar guiding match fixtures? No one knows what could happen any day anytime.

The Bohemian’s boozing buddy Okamotomakan Dibong would say “why don’t they simply announce that there is no championship, this season?”

Some say prayers will help, others say a particular political party could provide the magic wand; others still, prefer a security operative because of the discipline of the corps. The truth is, the great majority of us are required to live a life of constant systematic duplicity.

I tell you, your health is bound to be affected if you grovel before what you dislike and rejoice at what brings you nothing but misfortune. The people distrust their media; they feel abandoned by their clergy, frustrated by their politicians and have lost confidence in their security operatives. When you talk to the man on the street you hear declarations inspired by their severe bitterness. They say the top ranking and their associates are the real criminals, that they will be prisoners of their past inaction and present impotence, wrapped in safeguarding of their false public image, whereby the simple opportunity for the perfect crime arises.

So with all these in mind, I the Bohemian of Abakwa, born on the last day of the month in the land of the proud people, by the shores of the Atlantic, this day declare; it is time for all of us to read the writings on the wall and sit up, in the best interest of our fatherland, instead of pretending that the swashbuckling audacious youths are simply vandals and good for nothing delinquents. Look at those who pull the strings in the local football scene. I wonder, do they bray like an ass just to make a noise or they really are morons – where are we?

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