One of the most outstanding characteristics of normal people is that they love to work. They seem to have an unlimited energy supply, and they put it to productive use. I just cannot help gazing through my strategically located northern window to look with admiration and awe at my neighbor’s young worker. As she toils tirelessly throughout the day to complete all of her chores. Members of that household awaken at 3:30 A.M. diurnally, proceed outside into the open air, and make a large wooden fire. Over this hearth, they cook porridge and ripe banana fritters for their many patrons, who arrive from the surrounding vicinity early each day to enjoy this sumptuous breakfast. As the hours progress, the family matriarch loads herself up with a large supply of these morning treats and walks one mile to Biadan. A nearby community where she sells her merchandise to all those who desire to enjoy a hot breakfast as they commence the day. Her regular customers are nurses, teachers, traders, accountants, and carpenters. Professionals who, because of Ghana’s runaway inflation, might be able to afford to purchase a small cylinder of cooking gas occasionally. But certainly, they are prohibited from using it regularly due to its high price. From around 10 A.M. onwards, Ms. Eliza can also be seen scouring, washing, and scrubbing the gigantic pots, buckets, and pans as she endeavors to get them clean and ready for the following day.
“Go to the ant, you sluggard! Consider her ways and be wise,
Which, having no captain, Overseer or ruler, Provides her supplies in the summer and gathers her food in the harvest.” Proverbs 6:6-11 (NKJV).
One afternoon, I mustered enough courage to tell her, “Ms. Eliza, I think you are a wonderful worker. Can you find a young lady like yourself to care for my apartment?” Her response was, “Yes, of course, my sister.” After about two weeks, she arrived at the back metal gate and iron grill, facilitating an entrance from the rear of the house to my 2 bedroom unit. With her was a fair-skinned, slender, and beautiful girl about 5’8′ in height. I was shocked when I saw her sibling. Although Ms. Eliza’s complexion was extremely dark, her sister was almost white. A fitting testimony to Ghana’s past. A former British colony in which the colonial masters freely cohabited with the natives to produce progeny with various complexions.
The Gold Coast was a British Crown colony on the Gulf of Guinea in West Africa from 1821 until its independence in 1957 as Ghana. The term Gold Coast is also often used to describe all of the four separate jurisdictions that were under the administration of the Governor of the Gold Coast. These were the Gold Coast itself, Ashanti, the Northern Territories protectorate and the British Togoland trust territory. The Ashanti people had controlled much of the territory of Ghana before the Europeans arrived and were often in conflict with them. In the 21st century they continue to constitute the largest ethnic community in Ghana. Four wars, the Anglo-Ashanti Wars, were fought between the Ashanti (Asante) and the British, who were sometimes allied with the Fante. WIKIPEDIA: The Free Encyclopedia: Gold Coast (British Colony).
From all appearances, Ms. Eliza’s sister, Dora, was an excellent worker, and I was very impressed with her initially. Her work was thorough; she cleaned bathrooms, kitchen, dining room, porch, and hall. When I finally introduced her to the empty garage, she embraced the challenge of doing an excellent job to make it look immaculate. Nevertheless, there were things about Ms. Dora that perturbed me. First, she never came to work consistently. Second, she could never come at the time she would previously announce. She would work on Monday, disappear for the rest of the week, and come the following Wednesday. If she announced that she would come to work at 8:00 A.M., she wouldn’t arrive until 10:00 A.M. If she informed me beforehand that she would arrive at 9:00 A.M., she wouldn’t get to my apartment until noon. I wondered what this kind of behavior meant. Then, it gradually dawned upon me that this woman had no interest in working. All her cleaning efforts at my apartment were nothing more than a big pretense, an empty show, a valiant effort at make-believe. I happen to know from my clinical experience that not only are the mentally ill disorganized. They also have no interest in committing themselves to a long-term work program. What, however, was her objective? She was searching for a husband to take care of her. When she started working at my apartment, I asked her, “How much should I pay you daily?” Don’t pay me anything, Mr James,” she replied. “Just take care of my needs.”
I complied with her wishes at first, buying her toothpaste, toothbrushes, deodorant, soap, and food until I observed that I was spending far more than I was getting in return. Once I arrived at that moment of truth and acted accordingly, Ms. Dora disappeared and stopped coming to do any work at my apartment. The Spirit had warned me not to trust her because she wasn’t truthful. By September of this year, I was back in North America, and we ran into each other on WhatsApp. She demanded air time, but I sent her none. Gently reminding her that she had abandoned the job I gave her without any explanation. Although I hadn’t seen her for about five months, she claimed she never left her job. I tried to wrap my head around that little fib until I remembered that people suffering from psychosis experience a disorder of thought, speech, and conduct. Based on my own assessment of her, she seemed to be suffering from Disorganized Schizophrenia (F20.1). Since we were over 6000 miles apart and on two separate continents, I decided it would be harmless to push the envelope a little, and I said to her, “I couldn’t help noticing that you wouldn’t come to work on time?” Her response was unexpected, “Mr. James, I don’t love you,” She complained. “I have my person who takes good care of me, and I don’t love you.” “I don’t see why the way you feel would be a problem,” I replied.
“If a wise man contends with a foolish man, Whether the fool rages or laughs, there is no peace…A fool vents all his feelings,
But a wise man holds them back.” Proverbs 29: 9,11. (NKJV).
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