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Of all my euphoric enthusiasm about politics, my soul is greatly saddened today. A lively chapter, of which I felt immensely proud, has completely closed. No amount of efforts expended in attempts to resist its gradual but progressive closure could produce the anticipated miraculous results. Much as I resisted through financial, physical and divine interventions, much the same way the chapter kept forcefully closing. Do I attribute the occurrence to fate, or to a designation fitting well into the greater programmes of God, the Creator of Heaven and Earth and everyhing therein?
When I cast my eyes around and look back into time, I only see emptiness. The things that used to make me happy when I was growing up are no more. Where are my parents, most of my brothers and sisters, friends and almost the entire inhabitants of Asiampa? They are no more. They have all disappeared, gone into the land of no-return.
Where is this Asiampa itself? It is also on her last limping leg, lying helpless on her sick bed with eyes turning in their sunken sockets. She is in her throes, suffering the usual death pangs with death staring her in the face. Soon, Asiampa will be no more. Such is life. No, I will bend fate to suit me but won't allow fate to take its natural course, with regard to Asiampa that is at the brink of collapse, and about to disappear from the surface of the earth.
I remember the good old days when Asiampa used to be a tomato growing centre in the Juaben traditional area. Many were those that came there to do business with certain of my aunts, Osiakwan, Adwoa Ketewa, and Adwoa Bronya inclusive. All of them have died with Bronya lying in the mortuary at Juaben as I write.
Death is a journey that any living person, animal or tree is obliged to make at a point in time.Â With this in mind, I will console my soul. Nevertheless, Asiampa, the land of our forefathers should be saved from total annihilation. This is a challenge I throw today to myself and all those that have the interest of the area at heart.
Will it not be better if I write my memoires into a book with Asiampa taking a centre stage? I will think about that.
Let me go back into politics where I excel.Â Â You will soon see me in the political arena sharing my views.
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