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STRIKE THREE - ALL THAT GLITTERS ... This is the final part of Pastor Walsh's Strategy. In the previous episode, Kofi Adu had succeeded in deceiving his church members and head pastor that he had truly repented. But, as greed dictated, he had to set up his own church and get all the tithe and offerings for himself. Let's see how it ended for Kofi Adu.  A year passed. Two years passed. The third year also drew to a close but the money just did not come. In fact, to Pastor Walsh’s alarm, both the finances of the church and the size of the congregation which had grown to a few hundred dwindled progressively. He did not know what to do. He was desperate. His enemies would laugh at him! He wondered why God had forsaken him. Day by day, running the church grew more and more difficult. At a point he was tempted to call it quits just like he had called other ventures quits but something stopped him. Maybe it was his pride. Maybe it was fear of what his former senior pastor a...

STRIKE TWO - IN THE MAKING OF A PASTOR Pastor Walsh's Strategy continues here. In the previous episode, Kofi Adu had been struggling to make ends meet: he had done odd jobs to earn a living but none satisfied him. As he thought about ways to get money, a thought occurred to him. Read on... “Kofi, why don’t you become a pastor?” the thought popped up in his head. Yeah, that was a great idea! He would become a pastor.   He could do that job with distinction. After all, all that one needed to be a good pastor was to possess the gift of gab. Kofi had a smooth tongue. He was a great talker. Why? The Pastor of the church he went to last Sunday was no match for him Kofi when it comes to “Yobbing”. And the money was good! Nobody could convince him that the Pastor did not get a good chunk of the weekly offertory. Apart from this was the tithe and special offering. Why? Look at the make of car Pastor Asiedu drove. He would become a pastor too. He set about planning how to make go...

STRIKE ONE - HUSTLE HARD. In the beginning, he was not Pastor Walsh. He was just Kofi Adu, plain and simple. He was a hustler and had tried to make it in life in all kinds of ways, mostly illegal. For instance, Kofi Adu had tried selling the weed for some time and nearly got caught by the law. He tried illegal mining and narrowly escaped death when he was almost covered by the pit in which he and his accomplices were digging for gold. Kofi afterwards had a stint as an armed robber. He went on just one operation and after a hot chase by the Police and another narrow shave, he quit. The work was too dangerous. Besides, he, Kofi Adu, was meant for finer things and for a more dignified life. For some time, he did not know what to do with himself. Some friends suggested he should try his hands at trading. He could start with a small table-top operation or dog chains, chewing gum and even sachets of water. Kofi would have none of that. What did they think of him? Such work was wa...

Love-making is wonderful! It is one of the most amazing experiences in life. People make love (or as we love to say bluntly, have s*x) for many reasons: to consummate their relationship, to make babies, or just for the fun of it. Love-making is seen as a sacred act in our society. It is believed to have spiritual implications hence it is not to be taken for granted. In the typical Ghanaian society, a youth is not expected to have any form of sexual relations until they are married. Those who are caught flaunting this are often shunned and labeled as social misfits. The major reason for the preaching of abstinence from s*x until marriage is to prevent wrong mixing of souls: it is widely believed that soul/spiritual ties are formed when a couple have s*x, and these ties go a long way to affect our lives and destinies. But, what if there is a chemical reason for that soul-tie feeling? One important organ involved in sexual intercourse is the brain. The brain sends and receives s...

Everyone loves Friday! Friday is the only day among the week that promises freedom from bosses and clients/customers, much needed rest, and some time to make up for lost time with friends and family. We welcome Friday with this popular abbreviation: TGIF! Where did this come from? What does it mean? Origin of “Thank God It’s Friday” History cannot agree on the exact time that TGIF began to be used. However, according to the Encyclopedia of Slang, the expression “Thank God It’s Friday” appeared in print in 1941. Over time, people used the expression to show their joy at the approach of the weekend. People say “TGIF” or “Thank God It’s Friday” or “Thank goodness it’s Friday”. Is It “Thank God It’s Friday” or “Thank God Is Friday”? People on social media platforms celebrate the advent of the weekend with pictures and texts that express their joy of break from the hard week and the opportunity to relax before the onslaught of another work week. Unfortunately, some of thes...

By: Emmanuel Coleman She lay back on the bed and ran her palm up and down her belly. She wished. Oh how she wished! She slipped off her night gown and rose from the bed. She went to stand in front of the full length mirror and looked at herself.  She slipped off her panties and stood, completely in the nude. She surveyed her voluptuous body from head to toe. Her breasts were full and firm. She had a little pot belly but her shape was lovely. Gerda sighed and patted her crotch. Her nipples stood out, yearning to be touched. She sighed again. She stood there for some time equivocating. The clock struck 12 midnight. Gerda finally made up her mind.  She quietly padded barefoot out of her bedroom and moved to Kwaku’s bedroom. She turned the door knob and went in and flipped on the light. Kwaku Kissi was fast asleep. Gerda trembled with desire.  She went to his bedside and lifted the covers. She slipped into the bed beside him. Kwaku was awoken by her kisses o...

THE LIVING SOAM By: Emmanuel Coleman This morning, when I bought my copy of the Daily Graphic, his picture was boldly displayed on the front page. I haven’t seen his face for the past twenty years. When I read the headlines it said: CONTRACTOR CONVICTED FOR CAUSING FINANCIAL LOSS TO THE STATE. The story said he had defrauded the state of over fifty-five million dollars for contracts he wasn’t awarded and never performed. The judge sent him away for a whopping seventy-three years in prison with hard labour. That was as good as a life sentence. When we were in the second term of our first year in Bishop Lawrence’s Boys Secondary School, Kwesi Enu joined us from another school. He became both my class mate and dormitory mate. He was a lively little chap who most of the time wore a self-satisfied grin on his face. In no time he became one of the most troublesome juniors in the school. In fact not a single day would pass without my friend getting into one form of trouble or the o...