Reversing memories through the western lands of Africa. Oh my goodness am in Ghana. Taking seconds and finally in the area of Bongo. Bongo is situated in the upper East region of Ghana . The upper East Region is located in north Ghana and is the second smallest of 10 administrative regions in Ghana, occupying a total land surface of 8,842 square kilometers or 2.7 per cent of the total land area of Ghana. The Upper East regional capital is Bolgatanga, sometimes referred to as Bolga. Other major towns in the region include Navrongo, Paga, Bawku and Zebilla. Precisely it is located in the Kingdom of Dagbon, and bordered by Burkina Faso to the north and Togo to the east.
Within the village of Bongo stayed a farmer named Abu. He was in early 30s, he was black in colour, he had a gloomy face, he wasn't pleasing. He was characterised of stupidity, he was a drunkard and he stayed alone, but why? Abu had a wife called Njili and their marriage was blessed with a daughter Aneh. It was an adorable and exemplary family. "Great farmers indeed" had become a phrase to the natives of Bongo. They almost had everything in garden and the fear of hunger was limited. Abu was also a hunter with a record, he could hunt meat for his family and making clothes for their daughter out of animal skins.Usually they could harvest big at the close of each season.
Though Njili was strong and hardworking, Abu never allowed her to experiance the greatness of her hardwork. He could use all the money gained after harvesting to purchase alcohol and give the rest to women.Within the trading centre a village bar was situated and the owner was Ngine a lady in her 30s. Ngine was beautiful, she was brown in colour and nice looking. On top of that she was a widow. So many farmers after the harvest could frequent Ngine's bar until declared bankrupt. The bar also comprised of very charming ladies in their youthful stage, many farmers could pay whatever they possessed just for 30 minutes on the ladies' schedule. I mean they were prostitutes. So Abu had also been cornered in such acts.
He could use all the money gained in purchasing ladies and beer. He had done it for several seasons. The wife wasn't happy but patient. Abu's acts went on indefinitely and this sparked a disagreement between the two, Njili and Abu.
"Abu am burned out of your behaviours, you give all the money to prostitutes and nothing purchased in my favour"
Can't you see your old ? Even your not my type
"Eeeehh awooo how can you Abu? All that money is my energy and sweat
Then go and collect your sweat for satisfaction
"Am leaving with my daughter and never to come back and I curse you Abu"
Whatever! !! Hurry and leave, old fashioned woman"
The next move was Njili packing her things and left with their daughter Aneh. To Abu this seemed nothing. He wasn't bothered. Everything was still under his right arm and regretting was never included on the line of his routine. Elders at the village bar advised him to apologise and bring back Njili but he turned a death ear. The accessible ladies on the village made him confortable as they provided free food for the soul.Distraction of life doesn't need approval. So Abu's life was extending to the edge unknowingly.
Alcohol blackmailed his mind letting him not to focus on key issues. Blessings from the almighty started to vanish in to thin air.
Life was getting hard
Abu was getting done
The great farmer was collapsing
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