WILSON’S GOAT

WILSON’S GOAT

One of the painful adventures of my life was when I chased a goat through the Kpoeta and Atabu surburbs of Hohoe township. On that day, frustration increased its weight on me, and my efforts were at the tipping point. The goat belonged to my friend and mentor in farming – Wilson.

I was on a mission trip to Dambai, the now OTI Regional capital, when my beloved brother and disciple called me and asked for a favour. What was the favour? He wanted me to buy a goat and bring it to him in Hohoe.

Knowing that one of the participants in my mission work reared goats, I accepted the challenge. The goat was gotten, approved, and purchased duely.

On the day of my departure, I was grateful that a senior colleague in the Lord’s work gave me a lift from Dambai to Kpando. Through Worawora to kwamikrom to Nkonya, the goat sat harmlessly at the bucket of the pickup.. Unknown to me, its quietness meant more than silence.

At the Kpando station, I joined the taxi going to Hohoe, paid for the freight charge of the goat, but it never stopped it from hatching its diabolism.

Hohoe, here we come. The driver alighted me at Kpoeta since Wilson’s house was there. I dutifully held the roap of this gaot only to realize that it was using its head to scratch the ground.

WILSON’S GOAT

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Unknown to me, this goat started perfecting its act of freeing itself from the grip of the roap long ago. It was just waiting for a perfect posture to implement it.

Oh! Before I could say Jack Bobgazy, the roap was off its neck. Wow!

Should I calm down and take it by the leg, should I persue it? What should I do?

I can’t explain again. All I realized was that I started chasing Wilson’s gaot. I tried to ‘corner’ it. It refused to be ‘cornered’.

I ran after it and made matters worse for my soul. It took off, and I had to run with my shoes on. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier that the plan was to go for a cousins wedding after delivering the goat.

With my clothes on, aided by a brother who saw my frustrations, we chased this goat.

Making matters worse, it crossed the road onto Kpoeta Township.

Like an unskilled goat chaser, I did my best, but my best was found wanting.

After about an hour of frantic chase, I gave up. If not for that brother, I would have called Wilson to tell him the unfortunate news and later write on WILSON’S MISSING GOAT.

I gave a token to those who assisted the brother to arrest the stubborn goat. Wilson’s father thanked me for bringing the goat, not knowing the ordeal I went through (I didn’t tell him)

I finally left for my other engagement.

Weeks later, Wilson told ME that the goat did not meet their taste, so they did it not eat it. What was the problem? It was castrated and they don’t enjoy castrated goats. Hmmm (can you imagine? lol)

WILSON’S GOAT

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By this article, I am serving notice to Wilson and his family that even though this thing happened over three years ago, I have not forgotten, and they should do the needful this CHRISTMAS.

Merry CHRISTMAS to everyone and have a Fruitful New Year.

For the love of God, society and young people.

Blessings

Rev. Seth Agbeli Kunkpe

Lasting Impact Ministries

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