The best way to have a good wife is to just say it. After all, even in the Bible, they said ‘let the weak say I am strong’. You naaa you know that you are weak o, but the moment you say you are strong, before you know it, you are actually strong. That is why I like the vim of the small boys at Accra New Town o. He is only 8 years old o but the way he wold tell you a 25-year old how he would beat you up if you joke, if you are not careful, you can run away for the fear of being beaten up by someone way younger than you.

Just declare and the Angels up that woill seal it. Today is January 31 and you don’t have a job yet after that interview. Tell yourself you are starting work on Monday. Say Amen! God is mysterious. He ceases to be God the moment the mystery is not there. He will do it fir you wai. Even ‘useless’ me, He made me wake up this morning and some more useful people couldn’t make it. Na special grace o, not your diet!

Anyway, can you imagine a situation where a friend is owing you money; the due date has passed. You call him on phone to say ‘Hello Bro, just checking up on you’ in a subtle manner just to remind him of his indebtedness to you and he starts talking about Liverpool and AS Roma? Ah!

I used to go to the stadium o. I asked you before whether you have ever found yourself at the wrong side of the stadium? Kotoko was playing Liberty Professionals at Accra Sports Stadium and I decided to go to stadium to do ‘against’. I regretted. I was in the midst of some ‘Negative Thousand plus Positive Thousand’ supporters when Kotoko scored the first goal and all the guys around me screamed ‘goooaaalllllllllll’! I was the only one who didn’t celebrate this goal. Apparently they were observing me through my body language and could sense I was a fan of the only club that starts a sentence with past tense…’arose…arose…arose’ – the Masters! Then in no time Liberty equalized and instinctively, I shouted ‘gooooaaaaalll’. Before I could even finish this, I heard a slap and a knock on my head ‘kpaaaaaa’. Beatings be what! I turned round and saw nobody. Kpaa Kpaa! Hahaaaa!

I swallowed my excitement and kept quiet o. Eish! In less than 2 minutes, Liberty scored again and this time I suppressed my excitement. Quietly, I walked out of the place and covered my joy with coughing. Somebody still saw this coughing as another form of jubilation and, with a half-empty water bottle, my back ‘kpaaaaa’! Next time, when you go to the stadium and you make your ‘enemy’s enemy your friend, be careful where you sit. Even if you happen to find yourself at the wrong place, keep quiet and swallow your joy or sadness quietly and look for the washroom to urinate. While urinating, you can also cry such that as the tears are flowing, your urine is also flowing! Soccer? Hmmm!

Anyway, so far I am beginning to like what we are doing about Hearts and Kotoko. I like the way some media houses have started positioning themselves strategically for a take-over of these 2 clubs to save our local soccer. This time it may not necessarily be about money but how to turn things around for the better. We Ghanaians also have a responsibility to balance our preference for both local and international football. Gone are the days when we supported clubs bcos of the players. One waited impatiently for Sunday to come so you could go and watch Shamo Quaye scoring against Adjetey Lee’s Ho Voradep and Kotoko’s Joe Debrah scoring against Joe Famiyeh’s Afienya United. Local soccer was just sweet! Ask me about a player in Hearts and Kotoko today or in the past 10 years and I know you know I can’t give you one and you know I know you can’t give me one! Our premier league became like P.E on the time table of basic schools. The national attention has turned to Man U, Woman U even for those who have never stepped at KIA!

Even my 7-year old can jump up from bed and start analysing Lukaku’s free-kick and Messi’s penalty kicks. Ask him about Hearts and Kotoko and he would wonder in awe as if to ask whether you were referring to some Asafo companies! Who cause am? Me and you o! Or we should blame somebody? In the past ten years, you would no longer (emphasis mine) see the flags of the two former local giants flying on top of trotros travelling from Aflao to Elubo and from Gbogblo City (aka Agbogbloshie) to Bawku! Nobody is interested any longer! What happened? There is no single play maker of these two clubs. For the other clubs, forgerit! Anyway, we are beginning to identify one one bi like that. Let’s see how it goes.

The passion with which we used to support this clubs, gone! We thought the Black Stars were a shoulder to rest our heads on and they too…puin!

 Here lies the irony especially when I see the snake which is complaining about waist pains also expressing surprise when it hears the crab is also complaining about headache! We spend time crying bcos Arsenal has been losing yet we are not particularly bothered any more when our own Hearts and Kotoko were sinking. Local soccer is hardly getting any corporate support yet we are always here shouting, Chelsea, Man U, whine whine Roma, Liver something….and Bundesliga (my favorite club). It appears justifiable to argue that the quality of our football is low hence the support for foreign soccer. Do we think the quality of European soccer will be of its superior quality if they were not getting sponsorship or if people refuse to go to the stadium to cheer their clubs up and pay gate fees? Some of the best talents also are in a hurry to go abroad and be benched. Where is Quophi Abangah? Let’s transform our soccer which gave us that climax at the end of a game: ‘killer baa gbo last show’! Hahaaa!

Let’s celebrate our own and stop this Man U Man V thing that is enriching Europe that does not need our support in any case.

’Arose…arose…arose’ be quiet and don’t be silly! We are the famous hearts of Oak…we never say dieeeee! There is no soccer anthem bigger than this anywhere in the world. Even my little kids know how to sing it.

Last Sunday I was very happy when the super clash took place. The spirit is coming back and thanks to the media. Though Hearts of Oak made me go to bed without eating, I was glad to see the stadium filled to almost the brim! Solomon Owusu (Sonny Rocky) couldn’t help laughing at me when he saw the sullen look on my face when we were exiting the Stadium. I tried to hide but he managed to spot me to make mockery of me that ‘if football club cheer songs win matches, Hearts of Oak would have been the best club in the world and also opined that ‘everyone likes good songs and enjoys the rhythms but that would not translate into victory if the tactics on the field of play don’t add up.

Well, I also did that to Kotoko fans late last two years o or so. Hahahahahaa! As the leader of the Against Supporters Union (ASU) in Weija area, I only pretended to be sad when Kotoko lost 3-1 to that Zambian club in a crucial Sunday afternoon match but deep inside...ajeeeei! I drank beer that day o! Hahaaa! I had good appetite for food but put on a morose haggard look as if I was sympathizing with them. Meboa! Agebtor menyo o! Haaaaa! How come Hearts did not get there and you are there and want to win…you lie bad! 

I am very happy now paa o. Our football is waking up again. I believe if all media channels take it upon themselves to make noise about it the same way they do for European soccer, I am sure we will go far.

We knew the play makers then. Ahmed Polo, Shamoooo Leather (MHSRIP) – this one too you can’t conjecture? It means May His Soul Rest in Peace (MHSRIP). Joe Addo (I met him last year at the Airport and he was still looking very young), Joe Hendricks (Oreba), Asante Mireku, Dada Don Bortey (one of the best footballers who never got the opportunity to play for the Black Stars…hmmm), Charles Taylor but no…Legon Citis! Let’s bring back our league o, I mean you and I and stop those Chelsea Man U morbid craving for foreign soccer while we have abandoned our own. I was glad to see on the statuses and profile pictures of many people the flags of Hearts and Kotoko. 

But still….Phooooooobia! The boys are…..tired! Hahahaaa!