Sir , A VERY SPECIAL KIND OF ADMISSION …..I found myself on admission at the Topmost mental health facility In Ghana PANTANG.Ward 3. At almost the same time as the following 4 distinctive guys….Samuel, Oppong, Martino, winner of Mr Pantang, And one dreaded guy i call the giant. So I will progress from the most simple grade to the most complicated. The interesting thing about Samuel is he had become such a talkative. He was a married man. A faithful wife brought homechow* almost on a daily basis. He talked from morning to evening. What the Psychologists call Logorrhoea. As a result he had been beaten severely with life threatening injuries. Folk felt the best way to shut him up was threaten him/slap him at the mouth. Oppong was stoutly built. Just over 6ft tall. With fine features. Matcho features well contoured body and a generally handsome disposition. Oppong had May be gotten into a fight with a vicious character or villain . The fellow had visited cutlass wounds all over his upper torso making a tattoo of cutlass wounds. I feared him for this and he also revered me for my intellectual capacity. He boasts of how he was GRADUATE of most dangerous prison posts in Gh. Occasionally he will take a swipe at me but I won’t respond.He could be dangerous considering the near death experience.. cutlass wounds exhibition . He arrogated to himself the job of disciplinning renegade elements among us. Oppong’s very good friend was a Martino.A Bleoobi. Of northern extraction and the 2 joined forces to discipline the Giant who’s tale is towards the end. Martino was addicted to cigarettes and while in the yard he had access to weed which he smoked occasionally. And when he did the smell of weed took over your nostrils when you were engaging him. Martino and Oppong had mutual respect for each other and. Therefore never fought one another. There was this recovered patient who was paired with us to serve as catrer. He dished out food for us after it was brought and took to washing of the dishes and mopping floors and other assignments as he was given. He was no frugally built guy.I don’t remember what caused the conflict but Martino gave him a headbart that he will remember for the rest of his life. With scars of wounds and swollen cheek and what have you. I had a few brushes with Martino but avoided his twin, Oppong. The Giant was imposed on us in a flash. He had manly features. A very huge feet that could have been constructed by the Maker to instill fear. Huge fingers. Huge torso. Huge Head. Facial features that were just contoured to send message of do not trespass across. The Giant had lost self control and was beating people all over. The little thing and you obtain a headbart or spank or insult. It took the combined EFFORTS of policemen and unbreakable cords and other guys to get him into this facility. Yeah, you guessed right ,the isolation room was his natural abode. He had visited there more than anyone else and at midnight when the whole camp was dozing off with mostly sleep inducing element in our psychotic drugs he came alive… ! He felt he could tear down the Gates of the isolation room. With screems that felt the devil had visited.Even Samson in his elements will be careful with such a gate considering how skilllfullly the craftsmen had considered in. building it. At midnight you heard the yell followed by shouts and long periods of soliloquy you have ever been treated to. Where he complained about any and everything. He had been severally beaten by the inmates who were also on the tipping edge and wanted avenues to vent their anger. Oppong and Martino also combined forces to beat him. As much as he could easily handle them individually when they combined forces they were fierce. We also had, WARD 3 winning the annual Mr PANTANG award. The authorities of the hospital fetted the clients as they prefer to call us and invited dignitaries media and society to a party at the open square at Christmas . I wont want any shame of such sort visited on my image. The cameras were around. inmates were required to show the latest dance moves and significantly choreographed expression in dance. Our colleague worn hands down! Because while all the competitors came with the latest Azonto moves which was the dance move in vogue…he chose not to do Azonto at all or he wasn’t too accomplished with the Azonto dance move so did his own thing. Adowa or something to that effect.As the case may be the stone the builders rejected became the chief corner stone. Very stiff Azonto competition so the odd one out was chosen . WARD THREE worn Mr PANTANG for this year. He showed us a elegant pic of himself on a hurriedly constructed throne and showed us other gifts he had been showered with. I remember he telling me he was with the security services or something close to that. To conclude….time and space will not be enough to tell tales of kafui a KNUST guy who can give you the chemical formular for building the latest Atomic bomb and had a jotter with a collection of other formulae for . AND our scientist could go for a week without a bath leaving a bad stench. HE ONLY, was permitted to leave the secured gates of our WARD to as it were ruminate over ideas and make relevant scientific conclusions roaming the facility . There were Muslims and Myself . Believed an accomplished intellectual who answered correctly all the standard questions,Maths or English of a 4 round inhouse Quiz competition plus all the bonuses that came my way leaving an unbelievable huge gap between myself and the losers. I earned the love of the beautiful/exotic Matron of the ward who took the liberty to invite me for a chart at the least opportunity. She had forgotten I was a madman* under her care. The kind of things women fall for. Our Romance was summarily interrupted! … but I was battling bipolar disorder. I’m better now thanks to grace and favour of God as enshrined in his most holyword. I know I expose myself unnecessarily in the mirky African terrain* because opponents can gather arsenal against me incase I try prominent ventures such as Politics or civil service or .With this, I today declare my Presidential ambitions. The forces of Evil. THE demons in mothers lineage. Father’s lineage. THEY CAN MANIFEST/MULTIPLY and congregate or convocate as palpably/delectibly or as numerous as One Man thousand fish combo with Abolo or Yaka Yake. ALL the powers from the Volta Region . I MATCH YOU WITH THE INVISIBLE/SUPERIOR FORCE OF THE GOD OF ISRAEL. YOU CANT DERAIL my ambitions to rule Ghana one day after This Mahama and Nana Addo MADNESS is over and after OKUDZATO ABLAKWA AND OPPONG NKRUMAH have had their turns.Weed smokers have ruled Ghana how much less someone who only knows the taste! May be 30 yrs time. These events took place about 10yrs ago and it was interesting recounting though details must have been skipped. Kofi Nutekpor kofinutekpor@yahoo.com 0542071082 .