In the far distance she saw her Father coming that wanted to check on his Farm after having ensured the Truck Driver for the Yellow Mangoes in the Village had given the Women the correct price for their Harvest. As it was common among the two her Father would sit down in front of the Wooden Boxes of Cocoa Beans on a Bench her Grandfather once had made for this place.
They could sit there for hours with no end, sometimes even not communicating by words with each other, only sitting on the wood and enjoying each other’s company with the same mission and vision at heart. When he looked into her eyes, it was like he would fill her stomach with greatness.
“Daddy,” she looked up on him seeing his sight was directed to the far distance screening the farm to take it in,”…Daddy, tell me something!”
He closed his eyes for a moment, meditated on what he had seen, the History of his family from Generations past, the struggle his ancestors had to endure to make it over time and enlarge the Farm with better yields, turned his head and looked down on his daughter eagerly awaiting to poor her heart out to him and share her little thoughts with the Person she loved so much.
“Daddy, Daddy,” did Florence hold his left arm with both of her hands,” tell me…tell me Daddy, do these people, these Politicians in Ghana, have a right to destroy my life?”
Thomas Owusu paused, closed his eyes once more, and opened it to look into the wide open eyes of his daughter. His heart was heavy. He had to swallow once, than a second time and a third time feeling emptiness in his soul. He overlooked the Cocoa Plantation, thought of the fact that in twenty sixteen only seven hundred twenty thousand tons of Cocoa was produced in Ghana, eighty thousand tons less than the year before and far from the one Million tons some years ago even haven given out seedlings for free.
He bent down, touched the dry soil, hold his breath for seconds and grabbed some soil and dust. He lifted up his hand, looked into his palm, blessed it quietly while a tear from his right eye fell down on it making it look like a promise for the future, turned to his daughter and said in a peaceful, yet strong tone clearly for her to understand and embrace in her little heart forever:” This is the soil of Ghana, our Motherland that we truly all love so much. This country is not for us, it is for the Almighty and therefore forever. When we will be gone long time, Ghana will still be there for other people to live in and work on this grounds.
My daughter,” did he continue after closing the soil in his palm to feel it all in his hands and through his hands in his body to make it part of himself and said:” you are a part of me; you have come from me and your mother…there is never a chance for anybody in this country, in this world, that I can ever allow to stop your happiness. As long as I will live, take this as my promise to you,” tears, unnoticed by Florence, were running down his face,” I will fight for your future and your right to live in Happiness and Prosperity.
What our Pastor, Prophet Emmanuel Badu Kobi, does in the spiritual world, I do here on earth in the natural…and if I have to give my life for you and your Future, I will do so. Whatever it takes to make this country, this place, our Village a better place for you and your children to enjoy, I have the mandate to fulfill this for you. Nothing can ever stop me…and GOD is on my side. When the devil, inherited by our ancestors, mess up this country, the only country we can call our home, I will stand up for your right to enjoy your inheritance. My daughter,” did Thomas Owusu take his little Princess into his arms holding her close to his heart,” this, I promise to you!”
Florence Owusu felt his heart beat close to hers, felt the movement of his chest in her soul moving her head up and down like on a ship in a vast ocean of feelings, despair, questions, worries, anxieties, hope wanting to believe and the warmth of his body as only a Father can give to his daughter; she knew she was save in his hands all her life.
Being hugged by her Father, mend all to her; Food and Water was needed to fill her stomach, the feelings she had for her Father was more than that, was essential for her to feel loved and secured. She looked up on him, saw his big, flat nose, his bushy black eyes, the tears that covered his mouth, discovered wrinkles around his nose the way she had never seen this before on him and whispered quietly:” Yes, Daddy, I know you will always be there for me and protect me from any evil man in this country. I know in my heart that you will always make me happy and see the sunshine of Ghana and not only the Sun in the skies. With you, I am save always…with you, I can never fail…with you,” she looked down to the dry soil,” I have always a bright future…and so do my children when I am old enough for that.”
“Ghana is for all of us and not only for a handful of people at the Top,” he emptied his hand, observed the soil falling down to the ground, observed how the upcoming wind blew it in all directions. “You see, like the wind blows away the fruitfulness of Ghana into all directions, this country will one day, GOD willing, spread its inheritance and wisdom given, yet still to be uncovered by us Ghanaians, to all the world.”
“Daddy, what do you mean?”
“The Bible says, the one that can see should see, the one that can hear, should hear,” answered Thomas Owusu touching the curly short hair of Florence to take a small spider away. “Today you might not understand my words,” did he drop the little spider to the ground to let it go unharmed,” but one day when the cobwebs in which the darkness of the Black Man’s mind in Ghana is trapped is finally taken away, we will all see so clear the future GOD had decided about us so many years ago and make this world truly a better place for all people.”
Florence was holding herself even tighter to the arm of her Father embracing him with her both little arms saying:” All I know is…I love you forever!”
“That is all you need to know…the rest leave to me!” he lifted up his head, looked into the heavens, closed his eyes for a few moments, took three deep breath, got up, moved four steps forward towards the cocoa trees, turned around, opened his arms wide, saw Florence run into his arms and hugged her with his hands around her body. “I love you forever.”
Holding hands together, they walked along the small path back to their mud hut a few meters away at the outskirts of their Village.