OKYEMAIN! It was a Beautiful display of rich culture.
Oh, my God! It was grand! It was surreal! It was exhilarating! Oh my, the pomp and ceremony! I cannot shake the goosebumps. I am still basking in the warmth and excitement from witnessing this beautiful display of culture, a culture to which I am enormously proud to belong. Okay, okay, okay, let me not digress! It all started a week ago when I received information that our revered King, his majesty Osagyefuo Nana Amoatia Ofori Panin, Okyenhene, King of Akyem Abuakwa, was hosting a durbar at Kyebi. The durbar was in honor of one of its sons, its pride and joy, the President of Ghana, Nana Addo Dankwa Akufo-Addo. I knew I, Akua Dede As3mp3, had to attend this auspicious occasion. I could not afford to miss what I knew would be a memorable grand affair. Okyenmain did not disappoint. Wow! Wow! Wow!
Now hang on a minute, though I have never met the President of Ghana, and like most people who have never met this great man, I would love very much to meet and greet, have a little chat about Ghana, the law, politics, and socio-economic issues (NOTE: Once upon a time, the President was an excellent attorney, and by all accounts a very competent and skilled wiz at the law), I went to Kyebi for the cultural experience, not the political shindig. So, I called my friend ANONYMOUS, the one person I knew would be able to arrange for me to travel in style to participate in the Kyebi festivities, and boy did I arrive like Cinderella! Chauffeur-driven in an airconditioned, shiny black Toyota Landcruiser, V8, (for the sake of my US readers, SUV), my mind buzzed with delicious thoughts of grandeur, and I thought, Wow! As3mp3, you have arrived! We were met with a sight-befitting royalty when we entered Kyebi! There were hordes of people dancing to loud music in the street. Folk sporting outfits, sunglasses, scarves, and hats in red, white, and blue! Red, white, and blue? Huh? No! No! No! Not the colors of the American Flag. You guessed it right. These colors belong to the President’s party, the National Patriotic Party (“NPP”).
The durbar and festivities were being held outside the King’s palace, therefore we had to drive through the town and the crowds to get to the court. The beautiful musical sound of drums beating Fon Tom Fom and Kete wafted into my already perked ears as we drew closer. My heart started to thump with anticipation as I got out of the car to walk through the palace. Wheeeeeeeew! The palace boasted spectacular opulence, from the manicured green grass, blooming bright colored flowers, magnificent paintings, and mules of previous Akyem Abuakwa Kings. For a second, I allowed myself to feel like a little princess in a fairy tale, and I was sorely tempted to skip across the yard. I tried to soak it all in, but it was too much to absorb in a short space of time. I then joined the crowds awaiting the King’s arrival, enjoying the dancing girls’ and boys’ scenes as they dazzled us with intricate steps of the Adowa dance. The sound of the drums got louder, and that is when it happened! Kaboom! The master of ceremonies announced the arrival of the King. From a distance, I watched amazed and awestruck, listening to the guests, spectators, and natives’ screams and cheers, as the King approached the seating arena to join his guests and fellow chiefs from neighboring Abuakwa towns. I felt this overwhelming sense of pride and joy as I watched our King, Osagyefuo Ofori Panin, adorned in rich, colorful traditional cloth, and gold ornaments and jewelry, flanked by his guards, walk majestically to his throne. Moments later, the King gave a rousing speech that ended with thunderous applause from the invited dignitaries, and the crowd of onlookers. Lookey here, in typical As3mp3 fashion, I could go on and on, but I must go and eat. I am starving! It suffices to say, I felt humbled and privileged to be allowed to join in the celebrations. Hey, after eight months of my self-imposed exile in Ghana, I had yet another beautiful story and experience to share with my friends back home in the USA.
Let me reiterate; it was indeed a grand affair! Intoxicating! Speaking of the durbar, let us delve into the reason why the King threw the durbar. Yes, Kyebi/Akropong’s proud and joy, the President of Ghana. Seriously, if it were up to me, I would nominate the President for a Nobel Prize. Do you want to know why? Read my next blog! Yeah Yeah Yeah, I know; As3mp3 loves to tease!