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THE SAKAWA WAHALA BY AMOAFOWAA SEFA CECILIA

 

Children, these laptops you sit behind, telling lies and duping the innocent has its repercussions. There is always the threat of a dog eat dog situation. Now put off those things and listen to my story.

When I went to the secondary school, my mother was a chop bar operator and my dad was a gate man, what Ghanaians now call ‘security man’ to keep up appearances. Saboni Senior Secondary School, now Saboni Senior High School was a school with many rich kids. Almost half of the population of male students owned cars in their homes, the things they brought were things many average Ghanaians cannot afford. My school father was ashamed when he opened my chop box for the first time; the one olonka of gari, the one margarine tin of sugar, the shito in a small tin, and my key soap for bathing and washing. He immediately sent me to his corner, filled my box before calling his peers to come take a look. I was shocked, I didn’t know what half of the things in my box were but they were paraded as mine.

Later that day, Senior Stylish called me to a secluded place and told me to follow his lead. He told me if people get to know I am from a humble background, I’ll be victimized to a point of abandoning the school.

“Students here love to be lied to, they will keep worshiping and looking to be worshiped as long as they are told you are in their league. Trying to live an honest life is like willingly going to hell” He added.

“Please Senior, then how do I keep on filling that chop box? My parents can’t afford to-” I feebly said but before I could finish he told me he would teach me how.

My name was changed from kwasi Boadu Adu to Gold Goodies. The next week, he gave me a gift, a beautiful desk top computer. Don’t look at me as thought I am lying, he had rented a house in town, that was where he kept his things and that was where my gift was. I had only seen the computer on the television, but I was getting it as a gift and I was only seventeen years old. He told me there are different ways the computer could fetch me money.

The first was to look for honest money, where I get a rich white girl to fall in love with me, send me money, but I get to marry her in future. This way, I could get enough to feed and fill my box but cannot get enough to buy a car.

The second is to get to dupe many white girls and even women. Most of these women are obese and ugly. They are looking for people to love them, some are of the view that African men are greedy so will do anything for some few change. These women hit the internet with fairly nice pictures waiting for people to fall into their bait, thinking after you are brought to their country, it will be too late. Senior Stylish said we could also use pictures of other people to trap them into getting huge sums of monies. This way, I could live like a star, being able to afford anything I wanted. If I needed to get so much to build houses and change cars in weeks, I could go with him to Mallam Maiga for a charm.

There is a third which involves killing human beings, getting rings and sometimes snakes which will help you get everything you command from your client. Even the snakes could vomit money.

That I vehemently rejected. So I started with the honest one.

As to if it is not a crime, he said they did take something from us when they colonised us, it is about time to take something from them for all their despicable racism and silly superiority and that even the Bible says an arm for an arm.

During school hours, I was always in class, after supper no one could trace my school father and I. we were never in any problem in roll calls, we always paid the prices even to some teachers. I got a girl called Melisa. I think I was not so lucky, all she could send was 5o dollars in a month. Then I used a hot beautiful girl’s photo to get into the second phase. All I needed was a female voice to assure those perverts that I was really a girl and I got monies my parents can never know exist in one pocket in their lifetime. I bought a car, lived lavishly, all girls had to do was mention my nickname in a sexy manner; ‘Gold Goooooodies’ and I splashed money on them as if I was a money tree.

I had a girlfriend before I got to know it. She seduced me, slept with me and I saw heaven open. There was nothing Deborah wanted I didn’t give. I went as far as buying her two cars until I realized she was a bowl with many hands. Every hand could have a morsel of food from her earthenware. I was hurt, appalled and disgusted at the same time. Broken hearted, I sought revenge. I dated as many girls as I could and lived as I liked. I was introduced to drugs to fill my void because no matter how much I made, I felt empty. When Stylish was about to complete, he told me he wanted to break a deal which will help him settle in life

Mallam Maiga gave him a charm. All he needed to send was a cock. Unbeknownst to him, it was just the first phase. The second was his sister, the third, his mother, the fourth was his elder brother. All these people died and he still could not break his deal. He was so peeved that he took a machete and decided to kill Mallam Maiga. The gods of the mallam stuck, he became deaf and dumb. No matter what we did, we could not heal him.

Superficial, one of his friends had two hundred thousand dollars in his foreign account. A deal with one white man took everything from him. The white crook duped the Superficial crook and took everything, leaving 500 dollars. One of the Sakawa girls got what we all thought was candidiasis, it turned into something we knew not. One of her friends said it was a deal with one of her internet clients which led her into that situation, something about certain people using the internet to buy souls of greedy people for power.

When I reached second year, I became too lonely and felt too empty that I had to increase my hard drug usage. I started acting funny, slapping teachers, disrespecting authority until I was sent to the psychiatric hospital. I spent a year there before my mother took me to see a priest. The priest made me confess after prayers were said in my favour and that is how I became whole.

So my little brothers, I wouldn’t have been a tailor now if I had lived an honest life. I could have gone through humiliation and torture but I could be what I have always wanted to be; a doctor. So please be careful with those things. It is ears mouths speak into, words cannot be lifted into opened minds. No matter how good the advice, the ears or communication is the pathway. So he who has ears, let him hear my advice, and he who knows the essence of communication, let him heed. take care.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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