Down Memory Lane Part 3- Remembrances of many christmases ago

Sun, 8 Jan 2012 Source: Sakyi, Kwesi Atta

Introduction to the nativity story

What is Christmas? It is a period when Christians throughout the

length and breadth of the globe observe the birth anniversary of our

Lord and Saviour/Messiah, Jesus Christ. He was born of the Virgin

Mary, of Immaculate Conception by the Holy Ghost. This took place

about 2000 years ago in Bethlehem in Judea, with his native home being

Nazareth. His earthly father was Joseph, a pious and God-fearing

humble carpenter. Christmas represents a period of love, care and a

time for sober reflection of our lives and the purpose of our being,

and above all, a period of thanksgiving to the Almighty for his

munificence and loving care. It is a time of rekindling our Christian

faith and recommitment to the Great Commission of spreading the

message of the Kingdom of God which all believers look forward to.

Jesus was born during a period of the rule of the ruthless Roman

Empire with Emperor Augustus Caeser in power in Rome, and King Herod 1

ruling in Judea. The Roman governor then was Pontius Pilate. At the

time Jesus was born, there was a decree or fiat out there from Emperor

Augustus to conduct a census (Luke2:1-21). Mary was heavy with child,

but being a good citizen, Joseph obeyed the statutory requirement to

go with Mary to Bethlehem, his ancestral home to be registered. Joseph

was a descendant of the patriarch Abraham and King David and of the

42nd generation, according to the Bible. Because of the large number

of people in the city, there was a shortage of accommodation so they

had to settle for a humble cowshed, for our Lord to be born least of

all places, in a manger. What humility! The period was of cloudless

skies and the shepherds were out there with their flock on the plains

of Israel. Some scholars and religious denominations vehemently oppose

the date of Christmas on the evidence of the Biblical account of the

nativity story, on the account that Christmas time in the northern

hemisphere coincides with the time when winter is around and the sun’s

solstice occurs on the Tropic of Capricorn in the Southern hemisphere.

Therefore, the date of Christmas in December must be wrong and rather

their postulation is that it should be March, during spring time. It

is also averred that in the Roman Empire, there were pagan festivities

celebrated around the same time with a lot of fireworks and heathen

orgies. Be that as it may, if a heathen celebration had been

sublimated for a good and noble cause, so be it.

Three years ago, I was in Ghana and met with one of my many nephews

who is with the Ghana Air Force. He told me of his peacekeeping

mission with UNIFIL at the Golan Heights between Israel and Lebanon.

In fact, he confessed that the beauty and sereneness of the land in

the Middle East points to the fact that it is the Holy Land and abode

of God. He told me that it is simply breathtaking. We had a hearty

chat and that strengthened further my faith. I look forward to making

a pilgrimage there as would any ardent and fervent Christian. I will

one day want to see the Dead Sea, the Sea of Galilee, River Jordan,

Damascus, Joppa, Bethlehem, Jerusalem, Capernaum, Jericho, Caesarea

Philippi, Emmaus, Bethsaida and some of the places connected with our

Lord’s Ministry, when he walked this earth. Some of these places now

lie in places such as Lebanon, Syria, Palestine, Jordan and Gaza. Yes,

on the night while the shepherds kept their flocks by night, the angel

of the Lord appeared to them and urged them to go to neighbouring

Bethlehem to go see the newly born Christ the Messiah. They heard a

multitudinous heavenly host of angels singing perhaps the song,

Do you know the song that the angels sang on the night long long ago

Glory to God in the highest heaven

And on earth peace among those whom he favors or peace, goodwill among

people (Luke 2:14).

The three wise men (the Magi), made up of Belthazar, Casper and

Melchior, representing Africans, Caucasians and Asians respectively,

journeyed from the east to bring him their gifts of gold, frankincense

and myrrh, portending his kingship, priesthood and eventual death

(Mathew 2:1-12). They had journeyed from the east, having done their

consultations and divined that the Messiah was to be born at that

time. Led by the beauteous star of Bethlehem, they traversed to the

west, in search of the man called in some circles as the ‘Desire of

the Ages’, to go pay their obeisance and homage to him. Unfortunately

for them, their paths crossed with that of the rueful, wicked and

over-ambitious King Herod! Having enquired from them and known their

mission, he purported to be interested and expressly charged them to

return to report to him if they found the child king of the Jews so

that he would also go and worship him (Mathew2:1-12). Herod I ruled

from 37 to 4B.C. Herod Antipas, his younger brother, was ruler from

4B.C to 39AD and he was the Tetrarch of Galilee who married his

brother’s wife, Herodias, whose daughter Salome had asked for John the

Baptist’s head on her birthday, after she had done an erotic dance

before his uncle (Mathew 14:1-12; Mark 6:14-29; Luke 3: 19-20; 9:7-9).

The angel of the Lord warned the wise men not to return to Herod as he

had diabolical intentions. So also Joseph was warned in a dream to

escape to Egypt with Mary and the infant Jesus. Hence, Herod caused

all Jewish male infants of two years and below to be slaughtered,

hoping to annihilate and obliterate his supposedly challenger and

usurper of his throne. But God moves in mysterious ways, his wonders

to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea and rides upon the

storm. So goes one of the hymns in the Methodist Hymn Book (M.H.B).

Herod’s rage beclouded his reason, and he caused a carnage and

holocaust among the Jews. The Lord incarnate escaped the pogrom or

mfecani (Zulu). Herod was blind with power, drunk with unreason and

obsessed with evil scheming. He was the devil incarnate and a


The Meaning of Christmas to Ghanaians

To many a Ghanaian, Christmas is a period which portends many things,

both religious and secular. Many churches of different denominations

and hues lay on their Christmas agenda, making feverish preparations

towards Christmas to receive the Christ, who at his death on the

cross, had Pontius Pilate causing the inscription INRI to be nailed

above his head on the cross. INRI is Latin which translates as Iesus

Nazarene, Rex Indaerum (Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews). Many

churches in Ghana practise anthems, carols and some tuneful local

compositions and arias which they hope to render on the d-day to

entertain guests and members of the congregation. The priests go to

town to shop for appropriate themes to use in their preaching on the

d-day. You would not be surprised to come across terms like

eschatological, Pascal lamb, atonement, incarnation, missiology,

systematic theology, great commission, enunciation, agnus dei,

nativity, trinity, ecclesiastical, schism, transubstantiation,

catharsis, among others. Christmas is the time for those gifted with

music, drama, and dance or preaching to share their talents with the

congregants. Therefore, organists, percussionists and those who play

wind instruments perfect their skills and art. Many households also

leave no stone unturned as feverish preparations are made to receive

the august visitor at Christmas. Weedy areas are cleared, houses are

painted, perhaps a new set of electrical gadgets such as hi-fi music

systems, are purchased, among others. There is no Ghanaian who can

afford it who will not stop at buying new clothes, shoes, watches and

cell phones. Christmas is also the time many young adults organize

weddings and birthday parties. Households are decorated with Christmas

trees, buntings, drapes, electrical neon light displays, etc. Those

who cannot afford such decorations will take it out on their churches

where they go to decorate the church which is often the rallying point

for all, rich and poor. Some people may not go to church because they

are shy of wearing old clothes. Shopkeepers go crazy and they enjoy

brisk business as the tempo of sales increases, and they hike prices.

Tailors, hairdressers, seamstresses and designers often cannot cope

with orders as they are inundated with many orders. Some work around

the clock to please their customers. Shopkeepers make sure they stock

large quantities of Christmas goods such as assorted fizzy drinks and

sweets for kids, biscuits, wedding cakes, Xmas cards, toys, fireworks,

gifts and clothes. Business really booms and there is a frenzy of

brisk activity in places such as Accra, Agona Swedru, among others.

Hotels and lodges record high occupancy rates. Commercial drivers go

crazy as they over speed in their mad crave to make quick/bucks. Many

road accidents occur during Christmas, especially two days before

Christmas. On several occasions, I encountered gridlock between Weija

and Kasowa on my way from Accra to Winneba, and I vowed never to go to

Accra again when it is a few days to Christmas. Perhaps, the situation

is better now. Christmas is also the time that family members travel

home to meet with relatives, enjoy reunions and renew family ties. It

is also a time to get to know and meet relatives you have not met

before. The occasion is used to settle family disputes. In some

communities, especially among the Gomoa in Central Region and the

Kwahu and Akwapim of the Eastern Region, Christmas is real home coming

whereby indigenes are expected to land in style, fully loaded with

wads and wads of bucks to splash around in festivities and to donate

handsomely towards community improvement projects such as construction

of schools, wells, Community Centres and public toilets. Because of

high expectations from elders back home, Kwahus, Akwapims and Gomoas

work extremely hard in the diaspora to save towards such occasions.

They are also very thrifty and frugal, unlike some of us Fantes who

are spendthrifts and extravagant. Christmas period is also earmarked

for rendering community service, especially during the New Year. Gomoa

people are noted for their Gomoa ‘Two Weeks’ and Akwambo Festival

during this period. They marshal all the young men and women to

undertake voluntary community service, such as construction of roads,

repairing bridges and digging pit latrines and water wells, or helping

to construct community schools, toilets and clinics. Those who decline

manual labour pay a fine. Indeed, some people in Ghana may not taste

delicacies such as mutton, turkey or chicken until Christmas time when

the arrival of visitors from the Diaspora means more in the local

economy and more dining and wining. Young men and women buy many

presents which they give to their parents and elders when they come

home for Christmas and this is believed to elicit blessings on the

giver. I remember in the early 60s, one of my classmates wrote in an

English essay or composition titled, How I Spent the Xmas and he

wrote, During Xmas, my father assassinated a goat for Christmas!

Down Memory Lane many Christmases Ago

I will take you down memory lane again to give you a lowdown on my

recollections and remembrances of Christmas many, many decades ago.

Before Christmas, we children would go and cut palm fronds and create

some small huts which we believed would house Christmas. Our parents

used to buy us fireworks which did not explode. These were sticks like

incense sticks, and when you light it at one end, it would flicker

with many flickers coming out in star-like formations. I remember in

1957, the year Ghana got independence,I was in primary grade 1. During

Christmas at WACRI, Akim New Tafo, my father bought me a rose

-coloured short-sleeved shirt with a navy blue-black pair of shorts

with braces. It was proper clothes from the store and not ‘otwasen’

(off-the-peg) kind. That was something to remember. I think I was

about 6 years old. It was the only proper clothes which I received in

my childhood and thereafter, I had to make do with oversized coats and

jackets which some elders had discarded. My school uniform of khaki

was ‘otwasen’, bought by my mother when she went to the market. I

remember in 1959, we had a very beautiful but naughty female teacher

who in front of assembly, paraded us as boys who did not wear

underwear. So we were to strip to our birthday suits!. One boy called

Djan was stripped. Before it got to my turn, I was saved by the skin

of my teeth by Master Addo Danquah who bumped onto the scene and

ordered the teacher to stop the ordeal. May God bless the soul of that

headmaster, whom I believe might have been a relative of the doyen of

Ghana politics, J.B. Danquah. Some of my classmates then in 1957 were

big boys. I recollect names such as Lasisi Gbadamosi, Delelaki, Raimi,

Issah, Obeng, Kwanin, Ofori Mercy, Atta Kyei, Tetteh Kwaku, my twin

sister, Atta Asi and myself, Ataa Kwasi. My primary one teacher was my

namesake, Mr. Sakyi. He used to wear a white shirt and a white pair of

shorts with Achimota sandals to match. I guess he was a trained

teacher. One day, in the hot afternoon, he slept off at his desk and

his genitals were in full glare. We naughty boys took turns in going

to see and attracting others to the scene. My primary 2 teacher was

called Miss Amoah, primary 3, Mr. Essandoh, Pry 4, Mrs.Bathrop Sackey,

Pry 5, Messrs Pratt, Bonney and Yamoah and Pry 6, Ms. Gifty Arhin. In

fact by Pry 3, I had relocated to Winneba, my hometown. My form 1

teacher was Mr. Pratt, form 2, Mr. Ebenezer Ghartey(later Col.

Ghartey), Form 3, Mr Otoo Manteaw from Swesco, Form 4, Mr. J.B

Arkorful (late). Back to the beautiful clothes I ever received in my

life in primary one. By 1959, my old man had proceeded on pension with

a large family of 13, mostly girls. My father’s pension of 13

shillings and six pence was nothing to write home about in sustaining

such a large number of us, including the extended family in Winneba,

who looked upon my old man as a Father Christmas (Santa Claus) and a

deus ex machina (solver of problems, as if he had a magic wand!). I

remember vividly an oversized fur coat of silk, pink in colour, and

one of the regalia of the No2 Asafo Company, which I wore for a long

time over a pair of some fancy white pants with small brown flowers

embossed over the white backdrop. I painstakingly saved 9 pence to buy

those from the Zamarama Apampam Store dealers at Nkwantanan, near Mr.

Inkoom’s hardware store, opposite Kojo Alata’s place, and opposite the

storey buildings of Papa Akootey and Papa Doherty, a Sierra Leonean

immigrant. I never wore shoes until aged 16 years, when I went to

teacher training in 1966. Back to Christmas remembrances, as I was

digressing as usual. The Christmas of 1964 was a bitter one to me and

my entire family because my father’s elder brother passed on.

He used to be a catechist of the Winneba Methodist Church in charge of

Nsuekyir Parish, about 6 kilometers from Winneba. It was indeed a

black Christmas. As my father had gone on retirement in 1959 from

WACRI (now CRIG) at Akim New Tafo, we settled down in Winneba, our

hometown. The old man was formerly a cooper, making barrels which were

used to export cocoa, palm kernels and lime juice. He had worked in

places like Nsaba, Abakrampa, Asebu, Adzentamu, Swedru and other

places before converting to become a Mason bricklayer, which trade he

plied at Tafo. He was among the pioneers at WACRI who put up the

building at ‘Quarters’ in the late 1940s. Being a mason, he undertook

old construction jobs, even at his advanced age in order to make ends

meet for the large family. Being the only boy, I was permanently at

the end of his tether and I stayed with him in the male house, while

my numerous sisters and nieces stayed at Ponkorekyir at my mother’s

house, Maame Sasaw/Mansah’s house, behind Odebi Pramado, where General

Nunoo Mensah hails from and also late Prof Atta Annan Mensah. I used

to accompany my late father (he passed on in 1971 and my mum in 1997)

on his rounds, as he teamed up with his old friend, one papa Kwaw

Bondzie, whose trainee was called Kwesi Bakare. I used to work

together with Kwesi Bakare to fetch water, mix mortar and the most

arduous of all the chores, lifting up heavy six inch blocks for our

fathers on scaffolds to lay them. Sometimes, we tried to use the plumb

rule, trowel and plastering board to try antics. I liked very much

flooring or cementing floors and doing the screeding chores. Once, a

big hammer fell on my left big toe and I was done. The nail finally

came off after a big swell. Some of the houses we worked on were made

of mud, yet we had to take off the plastering and put on a veneer of

cement plastering. One of the tedious jobs in masonry is doing

concrete work at the corners and lintel levels where you had to chuck

between the steel wicker works for the concrete mortar to set. If I

had put interest and mind to the job, I would have by now been a

master mason by profession and not a chalk pusher or teacher. I mean I

would have been an operative mason. I guess I wanted to escape from

the abject poverty so I did not put my mind to anything manual, as I

thought book work was superior, or theory surpassed praxis. Of course,

had I had the chance to go to secondary school, I would have

definitely done engineering as I often thought myself to be the next

Euclid or Archimedes or Pythagoras or Pascal. Really, I was very good

at mathematics and my fertile imagination always ran riot with

geometry. I also enjoyed lurid and intricate algebraic derivations,

whereby after a proof, you usually appended the acronym, QED quod

errat demonstratum (I have demonstrated what is required of me). For

example, I figured out in form two that an inscribed circle in a

square occupies 11/14 of the circle while an enscribed circle with a

square inscribed, occupies 7/11 of the circle. When you multiply both

ratios, you get ½. Therefore, the inscribed circle is half of the

escribed circle. (98 is half of 196 while the area of the circle is

154. The ratio of 154 to 196 is 11:14). Back to old man. I guess my

old man did not charge much for the contracts as he often knew most of

those he worked for. Despite the fact that Winneba is a fairly big

town, if you probe very deep into relationships, you come to the

conclusion that almost everybody is related to one another in a very

close way. Even my current wife is related to me because he comes from

Nnekyi family and my father was called Kweku Nnekyi, alias James

Sackey. In 1962, at a place near Anglican School, my father had a

wealthy client, a fairly old aristocratic Fante woman. She contracted

my late younger sister and myself to fetch water for the project at

the princely fee of fourteen shillings. That was the money with which

my late father used to procure my standard 4 basic text books,

comprising Reader’s Digest, Red and Blue Books, Fundamental English,

Limpback Exercise books, hardcover note books, A West African

Mathematics by Mardell, Short History of Ghana and other materials

like water colour boxes and brushes, T.R Batten’s Tropical Hygiene,

among others. These were purchased cheapily from the Winneba Catholic

Mission Manse which had subsidized books. The money was not enough as

I had to engage a Senior called Asomani to sell me some old books

which were badly stained and splashed with ink. At that time, our

school prefects were Peter Ali, Ewool and Egyir. Our football captain

at Boy’s School was called Ayirebi. There were other prefects like

Essel, Wallace, Ninsin, Hanson, Kobena Wankyi and Kwesi Tompoli. The

books sold at the Catholic Church were far cheaper than those sold in

town in a place such as Sufflet House. On one Christmas occasion, my

father won a contract to go paint the house of my father’s cousin,

popularly known in Winneba as ‘Most Important’. She was of the Amoasi

family. At the time, I could smell Christmas in the air as harmattan

mist lay thick on the air, blurring visibly and creating a white

Christmas euphoria. There was also the unmistaken cool breeze, wafting

along from the sea. My Auntie, ‘Most Important’ game me some crackers

and gem biscuits, with lemonade and sweet portello. Of course, my

father, despite our abject poverty, would lay on a special treat for

us and our neighbours on Christmas morning. He would open his box of

crisp Christmas crackers and dish them out to all and sundry, amid the

usual salutations of Merry Christmas, Happy New Year. One naughty boy

once said the salutation should read ‘Mary Christmas and Joseph New

Year.’ Even though I was a teenager in the 60s, I had far older

cousins whose children were much older than me, perhaps with children,

some of whom could be my age. I was, therefore doted upon and

venerated by old men and women who often called me cousin wherever I

went. That was much to my discomfiture and embarrassment. This was

mostly on my father’s side, from the Ayirebi Acquah, Quaison-Sackey,

Yarney Ewusi, Abbiw Jackson, Richter, Browne, Acquaye, Dickson, Brew

and Anancie families at Adansi, Ogyaye, Penkye, Kormantse and Ndaamba.

On Christmas day, we would receive many visitors from the diaspora,

those working in Accra, Cape Coast, Tema and Takoradi. Most of them

were my nephews, even though they were 30, 40 or 50 years older than

me. Those older nieces and cousins of mine would spoil and dote on me

with rice water (rice porridge), poposo (maize porridge), mankeni

mpiwee (mashed cocoyam with palm oil, spices and salted fish). I was

also treated to eburow na nkatse (roasted corn and groundnuts) which

unhelpfully, have ruined my teeth. My more elderly male cousins and

nephews working in Accra and Takoradi (oh, they were so many), would

arrive on Christmas eve and put up at the only guest room opposite my

father’s room, with a parlour in between, and a cacophonous cohort of

ladies at the other side of the house with six rooms. We had a small

window of about 2 feet by 2 feet linking us and the women at the back.

They used to rile my father, their uncle, grandfather and great

grandfather. Many were the altercations that ensued between them and

my short -tempered late father.

The Sackeys of Winneba are known to be fearless, educated and

descendants from Akwamufie, Nana Kwafo Akoto and also half descendants

from Mfodwo and James Town in Accra. My father’s cousins were

professors, engineers, lawyers, artisans and educationists. There was

Acquaye, Sackey of London etc etc. On Christmas day, many dishes of

food would arrive from benefactors, wives and consorts/concubines of

my myriad relatives and I had the duty of mastering which plates,

cover clothes, baskets belonged to who. I think I displayed early

adroitness as a chef/pantry boy and storekeeper in putting things in

their proper place. And I was handsomely rewarded for keeping the

plates spick and span, and delivering them to their proper

destinations after the consumables had been consummated. Oh boy, I was

extremely responsible, condescending and at their beck and call. I

conducted my business with éclat to the admiration of all. Some of the

visionary ones among them predicted that I would be an engineer, a

doctor, among others. But none ever said that when push came to shove,

they would chip in to tide me over to see me through to secondary

school. They did not put their money where their mouth was. I

eventually ended up a teacher, like Confucius of Lu, who taught Ren,

concern for others and Li proprietary behaviuor. Confucius earlier on

had wanted to be a politician but when his family lost their property

and they became very poor, he condescended to become a philosopher and

teacher in 500 B.C., during the time of the Greek sages, Socrates,

Aristotle and Plato. I became very religious and took my church work

and obligations with avowed zeal. (I am still very religious to the

core but not outwardly). The Methodist Middle Boys’ School at Winneba

had a strict regimen from austere teachers who made sure we went to

sing at church on Wednesday evenings and during Christmas. At

Christmas, we had to erect a Christmas tree by cutting a branch of a

fir tree and decorating it with gifts, banners and neon lights. We

also performed biblical plays of the Annunciation and Nativity, and

other apt themes.

In 1970, after completing my 4-year teacher training college at the

age of 20, I got stationed at Twifu Hemeng Kotokyi Denkyira, where I

doubled as a catechist with a Fante Elder of the church and my

Landlord, Opanyin Edusah. Later, I transferred to Nsuekyir near

Winneba. I was appointed the Methodist Youth Fellowship Secretary from

1970 to 1975, when I went to Legon. We used to meet at Wesley Hall

near the cemetery for white colonial expatriates (Aborofo Esie) and

the cemetery for the Winneba Royal Family, near the estate of Opanyir

Arkhurst. The Chairman of the Youth Fellowship then was my former

teacher, late Mr. S.K. Nkrumah of blessed memory, also an educationist

at the Winneba District Education Office. I doubled as the Treasurer

and kept the collection money. We organized debates, had insightful

lectures and organized many games. We also had outreach evangelical

assignments, which took us to places such as the Winneba Prisons Yard,

Nsuekyir, Mankoadze and other places. Once, we hosted the Accra

Methodist Youth Fellowship and it was a great honour and privilege for

me as Secretary. No wonder, in 1973, I was selected as ambassador to

represent Ghana at the World Assembly of Youth Seminar on Family

Planning in Nairobi in March, along with Mrs. Efua Sutherland Addy,

who was then at Ackimota School. She later became the Minister of

Higher Education under the Rawlings Regime. In the same year, I

represented the Ghana Methodist Church at the Billy Graham Spree

Convention in London in September. Our Youth Fellowship at Winneba had

dynamic youth leaders like Prof S.K. Quartey (my teacher at Komenda

and later Pro Vice Chancellor at UEW), Mr. Kofi Kuranche Taylor, Mr.

Paapa Halm, Mr. S.K. Tetteh, and Mr. Ayensu Ghartey. Mr. V.E.R

Blankson, Mr. Blankson (biology teacher at Winneba Sec), Mr Anthony

Howard, Mr. K.K. Mills Robertson, Mrs. Baawah Idun, among many others.

I was also elected Secretary of the Winneba Methodist Teachers’ Union,

comprising teachers from the Methodist Boys’ and Girls’ Schools and

the Integrated Primary Schools. The young people of Winneba

established the Winneba Young People’s Union (WYPU) and I was the

first to be elected Secretary to be followed by K.K. Mills Robertson

and Kweku Yamson or J.N. Yamson. WYPU carried out many laudable

community-based activities such as harvesting a large field of maize

belonging to the Life Corps Unit at Sankor, and undertaking town

cleaning exercises in conjunction with the District Council and NUGS,

led by Cann Tamakloe at Cape Cpast University. The Winneba Methodist

Youth Fellowship was richly blessed to be occasionally graced by

eminent Winnebarians such as the late Mr. M.H.B. Yarney (Singing Band

Organist and Composer), Mr Yarney Jnr (former Headmaster of Winnesec),

Mr. R.R. Okyne (my former principal at Komenda), Dr Alex Quaison

Sackey (my late cousin), Mr. H.E. Mills Robertson (late), Mr. A.B.

Yamoah (my late head teacher, teacher and friend), Mr. Aidoo, Mr.

Fletcher (Winnesec), Mr. Kittoe (Swesco), among others. The Methodist

Church at Winneba has seen halcyon days. Christmas at Church in those

days was such a glamorous occasion. What with the great singers such

as Maame Beatrice Sackey, Alice Hammond, Acheampong (Abasa), A.B.

Yamoah, J.O.K Sekyi, Taylor Sackey, Quarteylai Quartey, H.E. Mills

Robertson, Samuel Yeboah, Anthony Kwesi Howard, Keelson, Bilson, among

others. During Kofi and Ama Collection on Christmas day, it was a big

do of who was who, as the august guests strode majestically to the

front of the church to cast their widow’s mite, amid finger-pointing

of eminent people such as Prof Yarney Ewusi, Prof Kwesi Dickson, Prof

A.B. Wright, Prof Kwamena Dickson, Prof Ebo Hutchful, Prof Acquaye

(UST), Prof Evans Anfom (UST), Dr Don Arthur, Prof Abbiw Jackson, Prof

R. Okyne Jnr, among others. Sometimes, it would be my uncle, Nana Sir

Ayirebi Acquah (of GET fame) or Kojo Halm (Veteran broadcaster at

G.B.C). Sometimes it would be Wonderful Dadson (former Principal of

Nyakrom Training College) or Rev Assiaw Dufu (formerly of Komenda) or

Prof B.A. Dadson (Dean Chemistry-Cape Vars). Christmas time would see

a full complement of the choir as those in the Diaspora would turn up.

We had the musical saw, played by Mr. Micah (late), a relative. My

elder brother, J.O.K Sekyi of Guru Ruhami Satsan Beas, still plays it.

The musical saw is a wonderful piece of musical instrument and I

wonder whether many people know it and are aware of its threnodies and

awe-inspiring performance. The Methodist Church at Winneba at

Christmas time was par excellence. They would sing perfectly difficult

anthems such as ‘ Jesu Joy of Man Desireth (Bach), Alleluia Chorus

(Handel), ‘Unto us a child is born,’ ‘The heavens are telling of the

wonders of the Lord,’ among others. You should have seen the

earthquake generated by those spirited performances and the rendition

of those anthems in their contrapuntal cadences, with the organists

charged and possessed in the ethereal realm. I remember great

organists such as Mr Arkorful (late), V.E.R Blankson, C.C.T. Blankson,

Ebo Hammond, Yamoah, Brew Riverson, Attah and Bessa Simmons.

In 1959, the resident superintendent was Rev A.N.P. Koomson, followed

by Rev J.H.Hammond, followed by Rev Awotwe Pratt, Rev Cudjoe, Rev

Bassaw, Rev Bournful, Rev Entsuah Mensah, Rev Kittoe, B.A. Dadson, Rev

Yarquah, among others. Those were exceptionally gifted and qualified

preachers who had exquisite command over the English and Fante

languages, and the theological content of their homilies. Some of the

guest preachers who made indelible mark on me included Rev Yedu

Banmeman, Rev Stephens, Rev B.A. Dadson, Rev Dr Agbeti and Rev

Thompson. Some of the resident junior ministers stayed at 1920 and

others at the Arkhurst building above Narrow Way Stores near the Royal

Mausoleum on Commercial Road. Former head teachers at the Winneba

Methodist Boys’ School included Mr. A.B. Yamoah (late), Mr. H.E. Mills

Robertson, (Late), Mr. Browne from Senya (who went to the USA), Rev

Markin (Obo), Mr. J.F Acquaye (late, my uncle), Mr. Mensah (late) and

Mr. Kweku Ewur Ghartey (heard of him but long before I was perhaps


By Kwesi Atta Sakyi

Lusaka, Zambia

Columnist: Sakyi, Kwesi Atta