Value Your Identity
The calm waves breathed another brief stroke of the beautiful breeze that morning. It's uneventful until one tall lanky sunburnt fellow walks to the gates of the linguist's house. The linguist, an affable friendly son of Kwesibankyรฉ, is a returnee with the accolade of a polyglot who has his way with languages. I was a bit surprised how the stranger, was able to locate our Linguist's house. And his ability to to locate his way to the linguist gates reduces our guesswork as we thought he was a regular guest. But from the strange aura surrounding him, signals that the man has news for our ears. Before everybody could begin the day, they directed a certain amount of attention to observe the man from a calculated distance. This man who shouted agoo! Agoo!! at the gates, before being ushered into the house by one of the linguist's sons, after taking three steps ceased to move. He stood in the middle of the house as if being commanded by the Gods of the land. Then we saw h