Church @ the Mall

It's a Sunday.
It's not a market day.
But the mall is milling
and bustling with activity.
The mall car park is full of
carfuls and car fools

Esenam, asks,
"Daddy,is the mall hosting church services?"
"No", I reply.
At the back of my minds runs the ideas
... this commercialisation of this civilisation
and then...the reminder by Edem on the need to pass by the mall
to pick a a new remote control for the tv
otherwise the stupid box @ home will suffer screen blackout.
Not far from the milling maul
Esenam identifies again a bank
standing on the premises of a big church.

Should the bank open its doors to the public on Sunday
and do business that Brother Jesus does not approve of on this holy day,
In the House of not only His Father but our Father,
Brother Jesus would wield the cane
He would not spare the rod
Against those who commercialise this civilisation
In the church, the synagogue, mosque and in the ashram.

OIL + WaTeR =?...

The news that sea water was mistakenly poured into parts of the Tema Oil Refinery ths week reminds me of how a cousin poured water into the engine instead of the radiator of my old Toyota van. (I nicknamed this van 'Sakumono Armour car' Ray, a friend calls it multipurpose strato-cruiser).

My cousin did not tell me what happenened. He quietely drove the van slowly to the nearest filling station and had the silvery substance drained. Igot toknow this because he did not have enough maoney to have the engine oil refilled. That was nothing to raise hell about. He was just trying to help me set off for work early, Maybe the mistake led to the the weakening of that engine in no time.

My mechanic recently worked on the clutch plate of a vehicle. Thre days later he had a phone call from the customer complaining about what a hell he might have done to her fairly new car. The vehicle had broken down on the Accra motorway. She thought the mechanic had done a bad job. But it was later found that she had poured a large quantity of water into the engine. She did not know where the radiator was!

Virgo's Seasons

Hello Virgo,
Read your Seasons.
Can I share some quick thoughts?
Not only simple and interesting
But thought provoking.
The lines miror images of life
I mean real facts and images of life!
Let's face it
But sometimes I think...
the seasons run round too fast for my liking
Once I spent spring in the Netherlands
I saw the rainbow of colourful tulips spring in spring,
And soon
fade away.
Wither and die away
and become like the bulbs of Keta shallots
Ready to be planted again into a green field of shallots
watered from the shallow wells.
Seasons, Virgo, Seasons.
C'est la vie