There is a popular saying that “all work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy”. It is always anticipated that in every Christian organization, there is always the need to be in the house of the Lord learning the word of God. The same scripture also spells out that we should go out into the world and propagate the gospel (Mark 16:15). In cognizance of this, many Christian organizations have resorted to propagating the gospel in many forms. A few can be alluded to such as outreach programs, crusades, camp meetings, etc.
Despite these forms of spreading the gospel, in recent times organization of trips to tourist attraction has become the order of the day. This is another way of enriching ourselves of the good things the Lord has created.
This can be said of a group known as the Bubiashie E.P students’ Union, who embarked on a trip to Boti and Akah falls.
This article therefore seeks to give vivid account of what transpired during the trip.
The bus was stipulated to depart from the church premises at 6:00am prompt. But as expected, we finally left around 7:45am. It was also expected that an air condition bus will be the order of the day in terms of transport, but it turned out that, our money was not enough to get us that bus. Anyway it was cool for those who had to sit anywhere they liked without any hesitation from any person. (NO comment)
The bus was not complete until we had had to pick the only Princess in the group at her residence on campus. I did not know the exact place until we got there. It was quite a distance; nevertheless I got to know names of hostels like the PENTAGON and BANI. I now understand what some of my friends experience in terms of visitation.
It was not long and we were on the Adenta-Madina road. It was characterized by songs of praises and loud shouts like “shut” Hallelujah and the likes.
There was a lot of sight seeing which was aided by a slight traffic on that road. There is a saying that the servants would always wish to be like the master just by emulating what he does. It was not surprising that most members were caught with the fever that the President inhabits just by emulating him. The syndrome of eating huge loaves of BREAD. Quite interesting Ha! We later got to the Eastern region which was virtually cold in some areas. I termed it “the small London”. We passed by the Peduase Lodge, which was renovated by our ex-President, Mr. J.A Kuffour. We also passed by Rita Marley’s residence, wife of the legend reggae artist, Bob Marley of blessed memory.
The trip to Boti and Akah falls was not without surprises. It was amazing to learn that, the driver was steering that particular bus for the first time. It is also amazing that the driver did not know the route to our destination. Do I suppose that we were being used as guinea pigs? In view of this, the trip was characterized by frequent stops on the way just to ask of the right route to our destination. Another interesting thing that happened on our way was that of my brother who could no longer hide his feelings of hunger when we stopped by a beans seller.
Lo and behold, we finally got to Boti. Something dramatic happened when we were alighting from the bus. With what I know in my little cockroach head, history has it that slaves at that time were given stamps on their body with the aid of a hot instrument to serve as a means of identification. Horses also undergo similar treatment. It was therefore fascinating to realize that we had to receive stamps on our precious bodies as a means of identification of having paid at the gate. The only difference is that, our’s was without a hot instrument. (cold stamping). I really did not see the need for it because there was at no point in time that we were asked by anyone to show our “tattooed” body. It virtually cleaned off half way through our journey.
Never-the-less we began our journey to the umbrella rock. Most of us thought it will be just a short journey, but contrary to our thoughts and imaginations, it turned out to be a rather long but interesting journey. I can now appreciate the frustration of the Israelites during their migration from Egypt to the Promised Land.
I thought we came as a group but from the way a manner some members including the President and his Vice took a sharp lead needs much to be desired. There was clear indication that some of our ladies couldn’t bear the entirety of the journey because they increasingly were fainting and becoming weary. In the wake of that it took a brave and strong colleague known as Etor with support from about three friends to help them. We succeeded any way not without a few horrifying moments. What made it worse was meeting people who were returning from the umbrella rock, and all what they could do to motivate is inform you of how far the journey was. Quite annoying.
Reaching the umbrella rock was another scene altogether. The folks in the neighboring towns and villages set up a whole “MINI MARKET” beneath the rock. All kinds of fruits and cereals are sold there. It was amazing to see people carryings food stuffs from far and near to the rock to sell to make ends meet. Pathetic as it was to see “babies mothering babies”. Their presence there actually adds more flavor to the trip as most of them were fun to talk to and more especially a well built muscle gentleman which I describe as the area Champion “WEARING BEAR CHEST” who quenched our thirst with some coconut water.
It was interesting to see our spiritual “guru” and the entire prayer committee devouring coconuts like the Somalian Refugees who for the past years had no food in their system, forgetting that it is even in times like this that we needed their prayers most.
Climbing the rock was fun. A local ladder which was made from bamboo was leaned against the rock on which you will climb. Steep as the ladder was, some members were brave and courageous enough to climb with those with fainted hearts patiently sitting and waiting beneath.
We proceeded to the “THE THREE HEADED PALM TREE” where along the way we met an old man who we understand to be the chief historian of the village. He resides comfortably in his local made “Wheel Chair” and in his old school trousers with a sparkling multicolored long sleeve, gave a vivid history on the village. No doubt looking among the tourists our only “Wofa Atta” was chosen to be the chief interpreter. As to whether he was able to perform that role assigned to him well is another question to ask.
A drama ensued around the palm tree where our spiritual “guru” nearly landed his thick muscular blow on a poor primary school teacher over a gallon of palm wine. It took the intervention of our only ‘Princess” to calm tempers down. And come to think of Palm wine, do you remember the “palmie squad”? I was really amazed to see our female counterparts battling it out with us. I hope the Beijing conference which clearly defined women empowerment, does have a limit. Because some things are for men only.
A hot “Jamma” led by Samson sustained us on our return to the falls.
Oh what a good thing to see members eating, drinking and playing together and admiring the beauty of nature. We later crowned it at Akah falls where we saw other interesting sites like the “Footprint of the three toe man”, the twin rock among others.
Talking about our secretary, she really looked ready to embark on such a journey, taking into consideration her tightly fitted pair of canvas and jeans trousers, but she surprised me as she virtually had to be begged several times to continue her journey. May be hers was better. How much more the baby face who I learnt plays football with her male counterparts. It was expected that she would have taken the lead which she did but fell short on the way to the detriment of some of the guys behind. It was until then that I understood the scripture text which paraphrases that “….the race is neither for the swift nor the strong……” she made it alas. As for our assistant secretary, I say bravo. No help both in and out. Though she looked tired all round. Who knows if she did not blame someone for her predicament, who turned himself as captain planet helping other weary looking homo sapiens.
Pat, a special and high profile representative from Dansoman E.P.S.U who holds significant share in Bubiashie E.P.S.U was also on board with us. Although she seemed not too well at the start of the journey, a relief came to her along the way having partaken in the “PRESIDENT’S SPECIAL AGBEBOLO”. Thanks to Prezo for that bread.
I congratulate our immediate ex-secretary for preparing a sumptuous meal and ensuring that we were never hungry. Not forgetting those who helped them; Ophel, Julie, Vero, just to mention but a few. The only thing that baffled me was preparing jollof rice for samituga who I learnt is allergic to “Banku”. I then began wondering if this “guy” was from another planet. It is just my imagination ooooo!!!!!
Less I forget something dramatic happened on our way home. This has got to do with our Grandpa. He virtually ballooned himself out from his seat and left the drum he was playing upon hearing a song which I believe, exacerbated his bones. Infact we were all at a point in time left in an amazement concerning this particular action from our grandpa. Well we are proud of you Grandpa.
As for the Don Perlas himself with his cohorts, Prospiro and Samituga, the least said about them, the better.
I was just imagining the horse power rate at which they were operating.
On a whole, it was a very successful trip, well executed and fun. A memorable experience which I believe will go a long way to revamp our relationship and unity as a Union, boost our ability to find a creative natural inspiration and a stress relief exercise.
We safely got back to Accra at exactly 7:15 pm.
Kudos to all organizers and partakers and hope the executives will plan for more of such trips in the near future.
Long Live E.P.SU!!!!!!
AT PEACE WITH ALL!!!
I AM OUT!!!!1



