I was woken up by the sound of rains around 4am today. I love rain. The coolness that the accompanying breeze brings with it, the sound that the drops make on the roofing, like the ‘sound of coins dropping after a payout’. It appears I share this passion for God’s tear drops with Nana Yaw Sarpong, who also blogged about it at http://sarpongobed.blogspot.com/2012/01/rain-in-accra-finally-wash-us-away.html?spref=fb. May this first rain signal good tidings for this nation in 2012.
With the rains, I thought of my holy village of Wasa Akropong. After a heavy rain, our suburb of Low Cost Estates, which is a swampy area, is usually flooded, with the waters snaking their way through the grass. The night following the rains, and especially at dawn, one is always assured of a rendition of Handel’s Messiah in F-Major. By the Throaty Philharmonic Choir of Wasa Akropong. Made up of toads. Fat ones. And nowadays, quicy has been added to the description of these amazing voices.
My mum tells me there are lots of Chinese in Wasa Akropong now. Doing galamsey, surface mining. And that the croacking of toads after rains have reduced. Soon this dawn singing of the Throats would be a thing of the past. Unless we launch a special initiative for the preservation of Wasa Toads.
I was the MC at the cocktail in honour of my friends Theo and Naomi Tetteh yesterday after their wedding. On our way from the event, my sons asked me when I will wed their mother. I replied that we have have our wedding a long time ago.
“When I was a small baby?” Nana Kwame asked.
“No, you were not born then.” I responded.
“I don’t remember,” he insisted.
Haha, of course, my boy. But they were not done.
“You have to do the wedding again.” That was Nana Yaw. “Because I want to be there.”
Hmm, how do you re-wed your wife? Things that kids get you to think about.
Any suggestions for this dad in a dilemma?