Useless Column: Dear Zoom Zoom, Mawuli ZOBGENU
The Power of Reflection and Life Lessons
Boxing legends like Azumah Nelson have always been admired for their strength, both in the ring and in their ability to articulate their experiences during post-bout interviews. But have you ever wondered how they manage to speak so clearly after a hard-fought match? For me, it brings back memories of a childhood incident that taught me a lesson I still carry with me.
Back in 1987, during my time in Primary 6, I had a confrontation with a classmate named Christiana Quaye. I thought I was the man, believing I could defeat her just because she was a girl. But what followed was a beating that I will never forget. Her slaps were like iron rods hitting metal, creating a sound so loud it felt like it echoed through my entire body. That moment made me realize the importance of humility and respect, and from then on, I avoided any physical altercations.
The stars began to multiply as I sat there, wondering if I was facing hell or if I had made the right choice to fight. If I had been hit in the mouth, eating fufu with light soup would become a painful experience. Imagine trying to talk to a journalist after such an ordeal—my immediate response would be, “Didn’t you see what happened to me?”
Nath Attoh, who is known for his work in boxing, must have some tricks up his sleeve to get boxers to open up after a match. But who really invented boxing? Well, Zoom Zoom was a name to watch in the 1980s. He showed us the power of positive thinking and the importance of preparation. He was more than just a boxer; he was a true Professor.
I’ve noticed that whenever I decide to fast for God, things seem to go against me. Sweet smells of food start wafting through the air, tempting me to break my fast. Today, I had declared a day of fasting and prayers. Just as I was about to leave for work, my wife took a bath and walked across the bedroom naked, water dripping from her body. It was enough to make me late for work, and now my boss has questions for me.
Me? I’ll tell him the truth. Today is Friday, and those involved in side-chic activities should be careful. Some men may not have the best health, yet they still ask their partners to do certain things. It’s only a matter of time before problems arise. Don’t do it in the car, otherwise your vehicle might start acting up too.
What kind of job is that? All because of a few cedis? Please don’t do that; let me handle it. Remember, sin fascinates and assassinates.
When someone who has never been married gives advice to a married couple, I can't help but laugh and enter the guest house. Such people often base their advice on what they've read in books, while real-life experience offers a different perspective.
I believe that knowing you're about to fall and falling is easier to manage than when you expect not to fall and then do. That's why I think it's better to marry your enemy instead of your friend. When your enemy does something you don't like, you're not surprised. But when your friend does the same, it feels like a shock.
An enemy shows their weaknesses upfront, while a friend hides them until after marriage. I once read an article on social psychology that suggested putting two enemies together could turn them into the best of friends. However, the reverse isn't always true. Friends living together can sometimes become enemies, leading to marital issues.
That's one reason I'm happy when people don't invite me to weddings. In the past five years, meeting ten people I've attended weddings for, three of them mentioned "the thing paskal o." The "for better for worse" vow is a deception. "I do" should be replaced with "I will try."
In my village, you can't say "for better for worse" in a shrine and act otherwise. It's safer to say "I will manage," reflecting our fear of shrines over the Bible.
Small things can lead to divorce because expectations are high when you marry a friend. Marry your enemy instead, and expectations will be lower, making life easier.
Typical of this column, I'll digress again. Why do we refuse to exercise until it's too late? We hear "no pain, no gain" but ignore it until we're forced to act. Instructors tell us to stretch, twist, and eat healthier, and we comply. It's ironic how we only listen when it's too late.
To honor social events, I wear a black and white shirt on Saturdays. I'm accepted at weddings and funerals alike. So why thank God if you don't invite me to your wedding? I will only give thanks to God.
As the year flies by, remember that the best person to marry is your enemy. Expectations will be lower, and life will be easier. If you marry a friend, they may become your enemy from time to time, leading to surprises and disappointments.
Welcome to the best month of the year! December is expensive, so be guided. As we celebrate Christmas, please don’t harm any live bird. This is not about birds.
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