WHEN GOODBYE MEANS GOODNIGHT

Sometimes God doesn't let it happen because he knows it won't last
Sometimes God allows you to cry a bucket full because he doesn't want you crying a river tomorrow
Sometimes you lose at loving to avoid losing love
Sometimes it doesn't make sense instantly but you understand it when you see them in a box
When you can't fight them anymore for making you lose love
When you can't see them on social media or see new pictures of them to even find out how they are doing
Then you realise they had to exit your life at  that moment because at that moment life knew they would exit its stage on another day
Another day unknown to you when you would not have a chance to say goodbye
When goodbye was not meant to be forever
When goodbye was only meant to say 'have a good life'
Yet sometimes people say goodbye and goodbye becomes goodnight.

For my friend E, who went to be with the Lord and was put back to dust  today.
I miss you is an understatement.

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JUST MY THOUGHTS

This morning on my way to work, I saw scores of people gathered around the Dome Crossing area.

I paid no attention to the crowd as I assumed I knew the story already. Dome Crossing is a flood prone area I can confidently say without an explanation from disaster management experts. So I concluded after Sunday night's heavy downpour in parts of Accra, the floods at Dome would not be new to me.

I was wrong this time. Out of curiosity:  yes, just to add up to my gossip portfolio, I decided to find out what the problem was.

A 23-year-old young man had been electrocuted during the downpour while helping a group of young men salvage a kiosk which was being washed away by the floods.

Again, they managed to spoil my morning after staying home for over two weeks to begin work with such bad news.

Some men asked if I was going to see the body. I heard the gossip that said I was such a gossip. Instead of minding my business and going to work, I was poking my nose where it was not needed.

I however managed an interview but was too broken to take photos.

So I kept wondering all day, when will my country value the lives of its citizens by ensuring that the laws of our land are enforced regardless of the consequences? Just so that one day, we can save the lives of the very citizens who will sometime in the future become the pillars, foundations and leaders of Ghana?

On Saturday morning, while on my way to an event, I got chased by a policeman on a motorcycle from the Achimota forest area towards  Apenkwa.

He signalled me to stop, I pulled over and he demanded for my log book. I produced it, he then asked for my Drivers' licence. I was honest enough to let him know I was not carrying one. By now I had stopped talking and become a spectator as my brother who was in the passenger's seat dialogued with the policeman.

He then requested for an ID. I handed over my work ID and the policeman wanted just then for us to go to the Tesano Police Station.His reason, journalists always sit on air and insult the police for taking bribes among other things. He promised not to let me go incase I go back to discuss the police in the media space.

Just then I wondered what he would do if he found out I was the writer of the 'Coldhearted police and the civilian uprising.' I would be arraigned and prosecuted instantly then.

He eventually let me go. My point is if this police man was bent on ensuring I faced the full rigors of the law for driving an unregistered car with a DV number plate without a licence, why are people being allowed to reside in flood prone zones?

Why are people allowed to get connected illegally onto the national electricity such that these illegal connections can result in fatalities?

Why are rickety commercial  vehicles allowed to ply our roads daily endangering the lives of the children of Ama Ghana?

Why do people get away with all the wrongs and why do we have to lose such innocent lives due to a downpour?

Just my thoughts after being emotionally tortured on a Monday morning by the disturbing news of this young man.