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DEVIANCY (Corona Series, Episode 16)

This ghetto bar is where I live, where I get the means to take care of my eight children and two wives and where my hope lies. Hey, don’t judge me, my wives love themselves and support each other. I know the many people who curse me, but I also know I employ fifty two people, mostly youngsters between the ages of 10-14, who help feed their homes as bread winners. I don’t know the difference between myself and corrupt officials who use national coffers meant for development personally. Come to think about them, they are responsible for all those who die on bad streets, through lack of potable water, through germs and filth, through drowning because of choked gutters, etc. Of course we, as a people have aiding and abetting issues but that is a discussion for another day. Yes, I sell alcohol and cigarettes and weed, and coke, and the and can go on for long. And I am a pimp whose girls range between 12-18 years old and women range between 19-48 years old. My original name, Musah Habib Tanko has been replaced by Disaster. But I know I am a matter of goodness half full rather than half empty. Many parents and family members get scandalized when they see their children here, but they also need to check themselves for all the wrong they do to push their beloved here.
In this lock down, I worry about Abi. Her well to do husband does nothing but fuck and beat her up when he is at home. But he wears suit and tie and shiny shoes to work, driving in a beautiful 4×4 and looking angelic, unlike the devil I seem to be, and I’ve never, not once in my life, hit a woman. I don’t know what he does, neither does Abi, but we know he makes lots of money, judging by his lifestyle and huge mansion. So Abi, beautiful black beauty, slim and tall with dreamy eyes and full black lips, seek comfort and safety here when he left for work. Now the poor woman, only twenty five years old, is stuck with the monster. She has miscarried six times since she got married, all through physical abuse. She used to come here to drink, get some gentle guys to make love to and to bond with her friends. I can’t even call her because that can get her into trouble. I once asked her to leave but she said her husband takes care of all her siblings and parents, who worship him, so there is nowhere she could ever run to. I just hope she makes it through the two weeks lock down.
There are pampered children who come here to blow steam. Expectations of their parents or caretakers suffocate them so much that they seek out smoke to stay sane. I am not glorifying weed or waywardness as you think it, I’m just filling you in on a world you judge without knowing anything about it. There are children who can’t even stand classroom competitions, but their parents will not hear of it. So they become deviants, drinking and smoking and indulging in prostitution or gigolution as I term male sex trading. Of course, most street men and women making street children without thoughts need some interventions, but I’ve only seen few. Philantropists either want to get them housing or skills but they don’t want to teach them how to drain their sacks and lock their wombs. But I’ve seen so many street children struggling to make ends meet. By struggling I mean they do any and everything which can fetch them money. Our rule is simple, do what you need to do to survive before you think of what is right. So crime is secondary to survival in this ghetto or any ghetto for that matter.
There are the children who sold drugs to people for commission. How can they now with all the military presence? That is what feeds their families and on the other end, help calm some of the addicted. I know your judgment radar is on, bite me, potato/potarto. Take Carl for instance whose twin sisters are autistic, mother is demented and elder brother is a cripple. His father who could help is a hopeless alcoholic, how can he survive when junky students are locked behind doors? I wish he could sneak here somehow for some loan but I know it will be a suicide mission. Then there is Suzanna, who is a nymphomaniac. How can she survive this lock down, seeing as she lives with her old grandmother? She surely will go crazy. What about the men who come here to eat differently just to keep their sanity in their one-way homes? This Corona Virus is a disaster maker and I know it will kill, but many other confinement devils will kill more. How travellers went and brought this devil into our country shows we must be careful, careful, really careful of rich people.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 2020, Photo Credit: Google Pics

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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