**Honourable Eyokro Sie Bediako Isaiah TTAG-ASHBA Sector President**

Who’s disturbing me with calls at this time when I’m late to the party. Indeed he was late. It was Friday around 7:30pm when he was in hurry for their usual outings.

His phone was ringing again. Probably, one of his friends. Just at the entrance, Kwasi Oppong saw a lady. Thick tall, fair in complexion, pink lips, pointed nose and round eyes with enormous boobs and butts. “Waaao what a chick! my list will change tonight”, he said.

He has dated thirty-one ladies at age forty-six with no child and house. “You’re my date tonight so let’s move on”, said Kwasi Oppong. Did his instincts make him forget to do what is formal? Obroni is my name, she said to them when one of his friends asked. A sojourner? No! Her complexion could fetch her that name.

The lady trying to know why they always come there, Kwasi Oppong retorted, “Life is all about cars, entertainment and sex. Family? It’s a long division”, he added. With much experience she had in that game, finally drove him home since he could not go alone.

He became ungrateful to his pillow at the fourth hour of the day. Could that be a nightmare or he was driven by his sexual feelings at that hour. With deep breathe, he said “This is the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh”. Wasn’t it too early? Adam I guess. He would not give the lady an inch far from him. What could she had said as she was hungrily looking for a husband like a roaring Lion seeking for an animal to devour.

She was just four years away from her menopausal age. Was he aware?
Adiepena his mother, was happy for his son however, it ended with sorrow and tears. He had come for the annual Yam Festival celebration. That was his first time in twenty years since he left Fawoman his hometown.

On the third day, probably his last day, Adiepena told him about his two siblings who qualified to go to the Senior high school the same year. Nothing good would come from his mouth since he once said that family is a long division. Government has brought free education besides, you can be employed as zoomlion to help you cater for them. Zoomlion you said? Obroni asked.

Constructing a pool of tears was the only thing she could do. After a while, she recounting her ordeal with their late father who died few days after Adiepena was given the ‘badu dwan’ for her fertility of ten children.

Since then she has become the breadwinner of the family. “We had to go for firewood for your daily bread. Not to talk of labouring in young men farms to sponsor your education. To the worse of it, I was advised to abort you since things were tough for us even though it was an abomination. Hmm you’re my witness oh! God”. Could her last statement be a curse? Obroni sat down quietly as she watched them like the Akan Drama Series she used to watch years ago.

As she shared Adiepena’s sorrow with her deeply within her, she divorced Kwasi Oppong immediately they got to the city. Following that, he had an accident with his company’s car and was fired. How effective would his compass be this time round?
If our ego surpasses our social responsibilities definitely failure awaits us.

Why have we forgotten so soon, the hand that fed us, the womb that formed us and the environment that nurtured us. Our story will not be complete if we try to for go our root. It’s time for us to go back to our root. Must we wait to be called upon?

Knowing clearly that greater percentage of the growth and development of our schools lies in our hands as alumni. Our services are needed. Let’s not forget that the prayers of our headmasters, principals and other school authorities keep us soaring higher. Why should we break this spiritual bondage. I’m proud of my schools and what about you? Think about that. Thank God is Friday. Stay blessed.