Photocopies are nobody’s idea of the real thing and so if indeed an agitated crop of a multitude of the fans have complained, and keep complaining about CEO Vincent Sowah Odotei, so be it.
When men were asked to raise their hands, one of the male numbers, obviously endowed with a long and gigantic manhood also raised his.
And then the umpire announced that all those who said they were men should cough up some cash. Instantly that hand came down with the speed of lightening. Serves him right. Next time! Just as the little children say these days.
Being a man has nothing to do with the length of a man’s manhood. And so when it came to the crunch Hearts of Oak back-pedaled to re-locate Mr. Harry Zakkour. Several Phobians who have had their ears glued to the ground have insisted that, Mr. Zakkour has a permanent place in the sky beyond the blue, where the Lord lives in the heavenly confines.
Having been shown nauseating levels of Hearts of Oak’s mafia via the voting pattern, Uncle Harry has returned to pick the gauntlet for he has no other Hearts than Hearts of Oak. What a man of no photo-copy make! Appeal to him to listen to the Lord’s voice so he returns to lead the recruitment train did not fall on deaf ears.
Others say such a man does not qualify to be the board chairman, not even a Chief Executive Officer. But I am not here to judge what is good from bad except to say the things that are right.
A man who led the club nick the Champions League trophy in a year Hearts whacked every club standing, qualifies any day, even if Satan is the testing officer.
Let all those unkind voices say what they want for because they consider me to be a soft target, they always practise their kicks and sweep their vomit on me. This time, let them try anything funny. There was a time a sitting NCC chairman always readied a blow so he could plaster my face with. No wonder the national supporters’ seat has not been enticing.
If indeed Mr. Zakkour does not qualify as board Chairman who else does? Today we are all living witnesses to the monumental goofs and embarrassing appointments that have seen Kotoko fans enjoy a good laugh. It is indeed a mis-match to match any leading member aboard the Kotoko board on the one side, against Commodore Mensah for instance.
The issue here is not about how long a person has been around, but how efficient he has been and his ability to look into the seed of time to tell which seed will grow and which will not.
Unless of course there is a calculated agenda to keep novices shaded green with inexperience in the saddle, I just do not know what else the plan is. Occasionally it is difficult to think through the fact that it’s 20th century Asafoatse Nettey’s Hearts of Oak, now chaired by 21st Century Commodore Mensah and his younger brother, Vincent Odotei.
I mean what crime has Hearts of Oak committed to deserve these two gentlemen appointed to its affairs. The pity and shame is that all Hearts departments or rather structures are suffering.
The Patrons do pretty nothing and it is so much of a joke that Mrs. Aanaa Ennin can torpedo the board of directors and preach that Vincent Odotei be appointed CEO.
The board is so inefficient that I suspect its huge 24 or 25 odd number is for decoration. They were asked to pay up just ¢10 million and till date some have frozen, yet they are so happy when we call them big men. What kind of big men are these?
And then the NCC. It looks like a headless horse galloping for a fall. An NCC that is so happy to be in bed with the board of directors is not even fit to champion the cause of a 12th division club’s fans.
Underneath every stone one turns in Hearts, a department looks to be full of teenagers in a grown-ups’ party.
If you asked me to attempt a solution, I would not waste time to supply one. Let us call for an emergency congress for all sections and weed out everyone who lacked vision for a great club like Hearts.
Now I know that experience and manliness does not equate of a few strands of grey hair decorating the upper part of a man’s lips, and his ability to play knick-knack on the lap-top.
Harry Zakkour has no first degree. Indeed he sells rice just as Amina Issah of Hearts Ladies put across to The Sun’s editor yet, he has that clout that makes the rainbow shine from the Lord’s heaven, and simmer down onto every head that thinks of the Oak tree.
When it came to the crunch we have gone to beg him in relation to recruitment. Where are the photocopy gentlemen and supervisors of petrol stations?
The Truth is like a cork, it can never be submerged. Good morning Commodore Mensah. Good morning NCC and RCC till we meet, put this in your pipe and smoke.
