Saturday 26 January 2013

Final Wishes



By the very expression, these are usually uttered close to death. Luckily I already have a premonition of things to come so before anyone starts arguing about where I really belong and therefore where I am to be buried; before anyone goes shopping for the trendiest casket or perhaps not, I won’t have a say; before some ridiculous garment I never would have worn in my life is designed for whatever sorry body I may leave behind; before the undertaker comes to douse my body with bottles of zoflora and sets me up for exhibition; before anyone starts imagining what tombstone would best represent me and concocts some seeming wise inscription and worries about how to keep the surroundings of a bone prison tidy, may I respectfully say that none of these will be necessary.
I always played with the idea of cremation but now I am dead  certain (no pun intended) that’s what I want done with my body – when I die off course.

Of all the persons connected with organizing a funeral, the undertaker is the one that causes me the most anguish besides family and “chief mourners”- not necessarily those in most grief or that mourn the most. First a call to ask what wig to dress the corpse with. I have the choice of grey, brown, black, mauve......ok that’s enough! We settled on “colour 2”.
A few minutes later another call. She forgot something...gloves! Do I want gloves and which type? I didn’t know. Never worn one and hopefully never will.
A few days after settling the undertaker’s fees for the job, she sends what is obviously an official procurement request to enable execution of the job. What the ........! And what’s with the Malta Guinness and foreign news what?  On a more practical level this gives anyone who would be confronted with the undertaker someday an idea as to what to expect.

As for me I may not write a will before I am knocked off this earth so here’s to family and friends and all those who will assume responsibility for deciding my funeral. On the small matter of my body, just burn, burn, and burn!

.... and by the way I am of perfectly sound, body, mind et esprit at this point even if I say so myself.  
The Undertaker's List

Tuesday 15 January 2013

Scenes from a Trip Along the Country Side

"For Sale" - The Vehicle not the Coconuts    

Just a small election reminder

"Native Clinic" at Somanya
Billboard- In case you forgot! 

Who's home?


Workplace- spot the kid
 

Well earned nap by the pit



Atimpoku- where to stop to get delicacies such as "abolo"; "white kenkey"; "one man thousand" and coloured fried yam...  

The Akosombo Dam from a cool spot 


Native Doctor Beckons 

A Jolly Ride!

(UN)TAMED

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