In her opulent best, Catherine the Great mirrored the Russian dictator of the Middle Ages. She changed the sleeping places of many men of substance. That is, until that famous statement from the Indian crafted state institution on the Independence Avenue.
Now, she operates from one of the annexes. Being an understudy has changed everything. Most of the time she is on errands. One notorious student of that institution, specially created to train young men and women to write stories and use the microphone, claims that she saw Catherine the Great, fiili fili. Oh yes, we are referring to the former boss of all that is entertainment in the land… where celebrities flaunt their wealth. She was in a banter with a roasted plantain seller by the road side.
Guess the issue… Catherine the Great was on a mission on behalf of her boss, a regular consumer of Kofi Brokeman. Apparently missing her lines on the boss’ instruction manual, Catherine the Great had asked for the soft version of what was considered a poor man’s diet. Ever since the elephant stormed Government House with men and women more accustomed to the traditional Fufu Na Abenkwan, Kofi Brokeman has had a change in fortune.
Now, affluent people in V8 vehicles patronise the meal, raising the asking price considerably.
The roasted plantain seller is one of those vendors considered to be well versed in consumer taste. She knows that anybody needing the local dish on behalf of Thursday Maafo would ask for the cross-breed between the un-ripe with green cover, and the one just about to turn yellow.
From the way Catherine the Great fluffed her lines, the plantain seller knew she was new to her job. Just by the way, for some members of the Cabinet, Kofi Brokeman is actually a full meal, which is why running mid-day errands on behalf of Thursday Maafo ought to be an exercise in perfection.
As a young academic, Asebu Amenfi used to patronise the Bush Canteen at the Ivory Tower and knows a trick or two about ordering the local delicacy. Apparently, the Western link has not really prepared Queen Catherine for this kind of assignment, a fact that was not lost on the woman tendering the roasted stuff.
“Madam, are you not the Queen who used to head the edifice for magicians, musicians and craft manufacturers?” Needless to state that this line of kind of questioning is not meant to solicit answers.
Until the next order, Queen Catherine may well forget about her encounter with the roasted plantain seller. Snag is, while that chapter is closed, at least, for the meantime, another challenging chapter is opening on her effort to cling on to that seat which is determined by the display of the thumb.
That is proving to be more challenging than at first thought. With the umbrella opening wide and inviting those seeking protection from the sun, the Western enclave is proving a tough nut to crack, which explains the need to diversify tactically.
In years gone by, dangling a few brown notes was enough to get a large following. But, since a contestant to the scribe post failed and issued that warning: “FEAR DELEGATES,” those endorsing men and women to gather in the House have become more sophisticated, which has informed the new adventure in Queen Catherine’s repertoire.
The Western enclave has always loved coconut. The moment one turns away from the junction leading to the town that gave birth to Paa Grant, the merchant who paid the fare for the Show-Boy to travel back to the Gold Coast from Her Majesty’s Great Britain, it is all coconut plantations.
Some say the popularity of coconut to local farmers might have informed the decision of Queen Catherine to commit her political future to the supply of seedlings. Catherine the Great is banking on her seedling supply system to be under the orders of the Speaker.
The views expressed in this article are the author’ own and do not necessarily reflect The Chronicle’s editorial stance
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