Dear Senior Opupulepu,
How are you do? As for me I am do fine.
Senior, do you remember how some teachers lose out to their pupils in many ways than one?
Senior, a certain teacher wanted to go “Suhum-Nsawam” with a certain female by any and all means possible. One fine evening, he bath well, well and dressed up fine, fine and set off to the GPS location of the lady’s house. Upon reaching his destination, he saw one of the male pupils of his skuul holding the somewhere of the lady to portray and proclaim to all and sundry, sundry and all, that she was his and he was hers.
Senior, the teacher greeted as customs demanded and was giving a chair to sit on as customs demanded. The lady did not ask him about the “road top”, but went on chatting lovitiatingly with that rascal, who doubled as a pupil in his skuul.
Senior, after sitting quietly for almost thirty minutes and completely ignored by the hostess, the teacher took a decision and decided to take leave. The lady responded by saying since she was busy and was also with a visitor, she could not go and see him off. The teacher, in great loneliness, walked back home.
Senior, filled with anger and grief, he was found telling all the teachers that “New-Gin is a bad boy.” But when asked what New-Gin did, he only repeated that “New-Gin is a bad boy.” How could he say what happened the evening before?
Senior, are you aware that some teachers can be hard on their pupils and make them swallow whole anything they teach. There was this such teacher who was very harsh and cruel, caning pupils who got anything below ninety percent.
Senior, this teacher made life very unbearable for one such pupil who almost proceeded on premature retirement from skuul. But small, small, this pupil found himself in the third level of skuuling, where he excelled so wildly like a bush fire and ended up going for the topmost department in skuuling.
Senior, this ex-pupil became a professor, not the Azuma Nelson type, and ended up as head of department.
Senior, on one fine admissions period, the old teacher gained admission to study in the department of the ex-pupil, now a professor, not the Azumah Nelson type. Senior, the old teacher sat in class and regretted ever coming to sit to be taught by someone who he declared useless in skuul many decades ago.
Senior, the ex-pupil, now professor, not the Azumah Nelson type, made sure he extracted his kilo of flesh and loaded his former teacher with assignments he knew he could not make.
Senior, it came to pass that the old teacher gathered courage and approached his ex-pupil, now professor, but not the Azumah Nelson type, and queried why he was been mistreated.
Senior, he was politely informed that using syllabus dating from the date his grandfather was circumcised as a baby boy was not helpful, since education has advanced forward and many things have changed.
Senior, you are aware that when it comes to people who sit in bars and do nothing, but put it to people, the name that ranks among top names is Gbee Tsatsu. He was feared by most people, even in both the learned and the unlearned fraternity.
Senior, he could recite and quote laws like how a brilliant day nursery child could recite and quote rhymes, or how a choir master could sing hymns without looking at the hymn sheet.
Senior, when last year the Umbrella people decided they were just tired of burning tyres on the village foot paths, they decided those old men and women who sit on benches doing nothing must be made to make themselves useful.
Senior, the Umbrella went to court, led by the fearsome one-some Gbee Tsatsu, and started firing shots. But unfortunately, all Gbee Tsatsu said were things that had been removed from the syllabus.
Senior, one thing he insisted on was that whenever you wake up from a dream that your next door neighbour had stolen your akuko, as in kokloodeka or chicken for short, you can drag him to court and make him prove that he stole your chicken.
Senior, the old men and women, who sit on benches doing nothing, reminded Gbee Tsatsu that the one who claims his property, his item or his something has been stolen by someone he identified, it is he who must prove beyond reasonable doubt, that the accused, indeed, stole the item.
Senior, Gbee Tsatsu insisted to his former students that it is the accused who must prove his guilt, so the fetish priestess of the lot casting shrine must be dragged before the elders to prove that she stole some lots for Nana Onsurowuo the Great Leopard. This the old men and women, who sit on benches doing nothing, said in the revised versions of I-Put-It-To-You Bibles do not permit that.
Senior, so the old men and women, who were in fact much younger than Gbee Tsatsu, made him understand that he was out of touch with current running of I-Put-It-To-You matters, because I-Put-It-To-You-Lives-Matters, some.
Senior, you might have heard by now that the old men and women, who sit on benches doing nothing, have done something at long last. They were bold to look in the face of their former teacher and told him that he does not know tiiii, and so threw him and his Umbrella people out to go and be seen there no more.
Senior, in all this, the downfall of the Umbrella people was made possible by their own. Until now, we never knew that Mosquito-General Asi-Edu ke Nkatie was a prophet in a higher class than Owusu-Bempah, Nigel Gaisie, and Obinim combined.
Senior, this honourable man had once said that “only idiots and any idiot can go to court.”
Senior, it came to pass that he was invited to appear before the old men and women, who sit on benches doing nothing, to make sure that the Umbrella people won their case.
Senior, Asi-Edu ke Nketie used his very honourable self to exhibit that any idiot can go to court. His conduct proved he was indeed one of such a category of persons, and ended up scoring own goals to favour those dragged to court for stealing lots.
Senior, Gbee Tsatsu has been floored and reduced to the level of a first year fresher. At the same time Asi-Edu ke Nketie has also used himself as an example of idiots who go to court.
I am Dan, sorry, I am Done.
It’s Me.
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