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Fasting, health and the stomach

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The human stomach is an adjust­able compartment of elastic quality. It expands and contrasts depending on factors, natural or arti­ficial. For example, it is natural for a middle-aged man to develop pot-belly, but artificial for a three-year-old to develop same.

In the case of the three-year kid, such wonderful stomach may contain a thousand and one worms, each of them vying for alimentary superiority. Or, it may be a product of a disease that has gained official and unofficial recognition in Third World countries – Kwashiokor.

All things being equal, however, a person’s stomach may grow either pos­itively or negatively depending on his political ambitions, economic circum­stances, alcoholic potential or religious inclination.

The reader will agree with me that the year 1990 has brought about a coincidence of religious events. While Muslims were engaged in their religious exercise of prayer and fasting, Chris­tians on the other hand were seriously engrossed in eating and drinking to celebrate the Easter.

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Anyhow, there is nothing of con­sequence since both Christians and Muslims fast at one time or the other. Fasting as a religious practice is a gateway towards spiritual growth and development, and most religions con­sider it as such. It is supposed to draw one nearer to God; in fact, to make it possible for one to spiritually wine and dine with the Lord at the Royal table. After such divine buffet dinner, the diner’s soul becomes pure, free from sin, and eligible for a passport to heav­en without a visa.

Fasting, however, does more than merely making the spirit a visa-free sojourner in God’s abode. Fasting has good effects on the human being since it has excellent physiological tonic on a body which eats, digests and assimi­lates every kind of food without going on annual leave.

In a rather feeble attempt to become a born-again sometime in the 1980s, I had occasion to taste of the sweetness and bitterness of fasting. I was to fast for three days during which I was supposed to pray for my sins. Before I began the fast, I had to weigh a considerable number of factors under the guise of a feasibility study in order to forecast whether I would faint mid-way, develop hernia alongside, or woefully fail the test of a religious hun­ger-strike.

As such, I had to consider the durability of my will-power, the threshold of my appetite and whether I had enough blood and vitamins in my system to see me through three days of stomach palaver.

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I began on a Friday morning in high spirits. By noon I was

already tired and gustatorily sane to continue this self-persecution but I керt reading Bible verses and got lost in the aura of their power, as the Holy Spirit urged me on.

However, at three o’clock (stan­dard time) I was dead hungry. Fact is that, for over 20 good years I’d never fasted for even half a day. During every single day of these years, I constantly digested breast milk, lactogen koko, ice-cream, koose, banku and okro soup, yoke gari, waakye with diarrhoea pepper and whatever.

And just overnight, I was compelled to suspend this useful biological con­tinuity and go without food for three days.

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The first day came to pass quite fine except for a rather sleepless night. On the second day I felt no hunger till 2.00 pm when I encountered the real test. A woman was carrying her waakye and stew to the market when like a radar, my nose tracked down the delicious aroma coming from the stew, I salivat­ed like a hungry Royal dog but began reciting the Lord’s Prayer immediately.

Had it not been for the Lord’s Prayer, I would have shouted for the waakye seller to trot to my end. I would have ordered her: “Maame, tear me waakye 80, meat 70, all mak­ing 150. Add more pepper because my uncle Kofi Jogolo says pepper is good for the acts on waist. “

The third day was quite eventful. I had reduced in weight and found it prudent to stay in the bedroom to avoid unnecessary questions about my almost disjointed frame. I was so light that if there had been a hurricane, I would have been carried away to Vene­zuela without travelling documents.

On this third day, I was tempt­ed, perhaps more than Jesus Christ was after 40 days of fast­ing. Immediately I came out of my study room to sit under a shady tree, a banana seller to whom I was a long faithful custom­er materialised before me with fresh, juicy lobes of her ware.

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“How much should I give you,” she asked me as usual “I’ve already eaten,” replied tersely, “But you look hungry, and your lips are dry. If you don’t have money, no problem. I’ll come for it tomorrow, how much groundnuts should I add?” “Fact is that, Madam, I’ve eaten, Come tomorrow and I’ll buy everything for you,” I said, for it is a religious impro­priety to reveal that you are fasting.

She looked at me carefully and shrugged. Before I realised it, she had hobbled away.

Not long thereafter, sellers came perambulating my territory, I now be­gan reciting Psalm 23 as they enticed me with jollof rice, sugar-bread, boiled eggs, goat-khebab, and apapransa, among others. By 5:30pm, I decided to sign an accord with the devil to relieve my stomach of its palaver. For, the final lapse of 30 minutes was more than a century to me. Eventually, the ‘centu­ry’ came to pass as the devil beat its wings and soared away after losing the battle. That ended my ordeal.

Then I thought I could break the fast with a hundred oranges and five kilos of banana, but I was disappoint­ed. I could take two oranges only and no banana at all. I hear someone broke a two- week fast with fufu and thick palmnut soup with crabs and doctor-fish, and was immediately allocated some space at the nearest cemetery.

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Dear reader, the three-day fast did me a lot of good than harm. When I resumed my normal course of eating, I felt very healthy and I was energetic, walked with springy steps and was al­most ready to train to become a boxer. I was full of energy and experienced free bowels. Quite expectantly, my girlfriend said I looked more handsome.

Truth is, fasting has more than mere spiritual value. The body needs to be rejuvenated by exercise, continence and self-denial. Over indulgence short­ens your life.

Every medical authority will advise a full-day fasting once a month for buoyant health. Some illnesses can be cured by a period of fasting. The hu­man system is cleansed by fasting, and the most healthy-individuals are those who endeavour to do without food at periodic intervals. Fasting needn’t be only a religious duty.

And it is always healthful to be disciplined in one way or the other to ensure a healthy body. For your HEALTH is your WEALTH

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This article was first published on Saturday April 28, 1990

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The West African Samba dance

I was in sixth form! Precisely, I was in lower sixth, bubbling with enthusiasm for life. Incidentally, I wasn’t particularly a good dancer but liked watching others dance. When my pal Billy (Butter) did the ‘old man boogie,’ dance, he did so with passion, with contortions and distor­tions of the human frame. He often needed artificial respiration after a good dance.

Old man Boogie was the dance form adopted at the time. The more you danced like a bony and fragile old man, the more you got applaud­ed. It was fashionable at the time to go to disco with a walking stick to simulate an 80-year-old boogeyman.

On the disco dance floor, every­one was crumbling over and if you didn’t know what was in vogue at the time, you’d be tempted to order an ambulance to cart the entire gang of dancers to the nearest hospital to check their sugar levels. No doubt, you were likely to mistake for old diabetics lapsing into coma on the dance floor.

The Old man Boogie did not last very long. Soon it was replaced with ‘dog’. The dancer was expected to have the men mentality of a dog, and that included baring teeth and ‘piss­ing’ with one leg raised. When you saw Korkorti on the floor, you thought he was directing traffic with his left leg.

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The ‘dog’ gave way to ‘cat’, a frightening choreographic innovation that put the ladies to flight. If dog produced vampires, cat engendered tigers on stage, complete with claws to show for it. The ladies were not brave enough to encounter large human cats in a frenzy, boogeying to funk. They simply fled!

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Finally ‘horse’ arrived on the dance floor and you could see Ghana­ians galloping with care-less abandon. What saved the situation was the advent of break-dance which short­ly superseded the era of freestyling captured in the musical movie “The Music Machine’, starring Gerry Sund­quist and Pati Boulaye, a Nigerian performer.

Break-dance brought home an exciting dance variety with equally exciting medical problems. Youngsters began spinning on their heads and broke their necks. They were put in collar and never tried it again.

All the above mentioned dance forms were amply exhibited last Sat­urday when the Black Stars went on a demolition exercise in Cape Verde.

The 4-0 hammering reflected the level of determination of the Stars to get to Germany in 2006 to showcase samba made in Sikaman.

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Soon after the victory, ECG went on ‘strike.’ The nation was plunged into darkness. I heard someone say the power off was deliberate to tone down the celebration, lest people drunk themselves to death. I won­dered whether anyone needed elec­tric power to drink himself to death. The lights came on at last.

I quickly drove through parts of Tema. Celebrations were not mass, but pockets of celebrants amply typi­fied the general mood.

CARNIVAL

A group of about eight youngsters apparently charged beyond measure, with akpeteshie running through their veins and arteries, organised a mini-carnival from Site 14 and took to the streets. “God bless our home-land Ghana… they sang the Black Stars cheer song, while hopping like delighted kangaroos. Others were dancing like cats, others like horses.

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The beer bars in Tema overflowed with booze. Huge loudspeakers were mounted at Emefa Bar, Site 14, to begin a night of music, booze and chops. Khebab stands smoked freely as sausages and suya were dished out hot, charcoal-grilled.

My wife had gone to Lome, Togo for the weekend with the kids. And what she saw marvelled her. The Togo­lese national team hitherto known for its disastrous performances suddenly came alive and surprised their own selves. In the final qualifying game, they came back twice to beat Congo in a spectacular display of skills and artistry.

The rain was pouring in sheets in Lome but the celebrants hit the streets in carnival fashion. My little daughter joined them in the rain. When I heard it, I was angry. Why allow the little girl to join in the fanfare?

My wife explained that the situ­ation was so spontaneous that ev­erybody was overwhelmed. Every kid was on the street dancing in the carnival, so why not my little girl? Nobody could stop her. It would have been a sin to stop her. The young and the old were dancing. Old men and women with walking sticks limped to the streets and lock to boogie, the Togolese style.

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For me, the exciting aspect of it all is that West African football has come of age. If Nigeria had qualified it would have been a West African affair. Even without Nigeria, it is. Ghana, Togo and Cote d’Ivoire are going to play in Germany in 2006. It is a new beginning for West Africa.

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Egypt, Senegal, Zaire, Cameroon, Nigeria, and Morocco have participat­ed in the World Cup but did not shine. Other nations must slug it out there, because it is time an African country won the prestigious World Cup.

If African countries have won in the Olympics and the Junior World Cup tournaments, there should be no reason why they cannot make a mark in the seniors. They only have to shed the inferiority complex bothering some of the teams. Africa must shine!

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Now, some Nigerians are saying Ghana, Togo and Cote d’Ivoire will be the whip-ping boys at the World Cup. I’ll advise those Nigerians to cry their own cry.

This article was first published on Saturday, October 15, 2005

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 Legacy is important in life

 The Bible which is usu­ally referred to as the good book, says that good name is better than rich­es according to Proverbs 22:1. Our generation has turned this sound, Godly advice upside down and has put the love for riches first before good name.

Instead of making the right choices, we are all in a mad rush for money, fame and selfish ambitions. Morality is far from our minds and comes nowhere near the top of our list of priorities.

The first thing most people think of, when given a posi­tion as a leader, especially in government, is to look for opportunities to make mon­ey. It is a worrying trend in our society that should not be encouraged at all. Gradually our society is placing value on riches than integrity.

Time tested values that have characterised activities of churches are even being compromised to the extent that, leadership roles in churches, are being given to people, based on wealth. No wonder, scandals are mani­festing in various churches.

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Every person has the free­dom of choice. You can de­cide to choose good or choose evil; it is in your power so to choose. However, what we should all realise is that, choices have consequences.

Decision making is all about choices. If you make the right choice as a leader, your name could be forever etched in gold and your descendants, shall forever benefit from your good choices.

Lee Kuan Yew, said that he had the option of being selfish and making himself and his family rich or to seek the welfare of the nation but he chose the latter because that was the right thing to do.

Today, his name has been etched in gold in Singapore forever. His descendants are revered simply because of what their father and grand­father and great grandfather, did for the nation of Singa­pore. He left a legacy, a leg­acy of selflessness, a legacy of patriotism, a legacy of hon­esty and integrity and finally a legacy of leadership.

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I listened to a story about Pedu­ase Lodge. Apparently, it was a gift to Dr Kwame Nkrumah out of love and appreciation by an Akuapim woman, for him to build his private resi­dence. Dr Nkrumah not being selfish but full of patriotism, decided to use it as official residence like Camp David in the US.

He is widely acknowledged also as incorruptible and this has endeared him to the hearts of many Ghanaians al­though there were some gov­ernance issues like the PDA, which somehow dented his otherwise excellent legacy.

Whenever his name is mentioned, his legacy is remembered and wonderful things are said about him. Such legacies, buy favour for his descendants, which in the case of Dr Nkrumah, led to people voting for his daughter to be elected as Member of Parliament for the 5th Parlia­ment under the 4th Republic.

Recently, the passing of a prominent chief in the Asante Region, was announced. This chief has been acknowledged as one of the chiefs in the country, who have banned Galamsey in their area of jurisdiction.

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Given the national outcry against illegal mining as a result of the devastating con­sequences to our environment and related health problems, this fantastic legacy, will go a long way to create favour for his children wherever they find themselves in this coun­try.

Compared this to the son of a notorious armed robber seeking favour for say admis­sion to an SHS. I guarantee you, the moment you mention your name and confirm that you are the son of Ataa…, the legacy of your father will immediately start working against you.

NB: ‘CHANGE KOTOKA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT TO KOFI BAAKO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT’

By Laud Kissi-Mensah

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