Last Updated on September 20, 2020 by MyGh.Online
I’ve come to your home this evening.
I’ve seen your “work” on indefatigable Abdul Malik Kweku Baako.
Before what I have to say comes out, it is imperative to remind you that vintage A.M.K.B is least perturbed by the fatuous rants of your communication officer, Sammy Gyamfi.
The Abdul Malik of yesterday remains the same today and tomorrow. Insha Allah! No amount of insults/character assassination by you latter-day NDC apologists can tickle his button let alone his shirt nor skin.
His long-held principle of non-glorification of unbridled buffoonery stands so expect NO word/response from him, ‘Maame No!’ He has forgiven you. Go and sin no more.
But then, listen to common sense: I’ve always known you to be a foolhardy but little did I expect this magnitude of unbridled tomfoolery by you on social media in an attempt to redeem your lost image and career after Tracey boakye snatched from you a certain John Mahama alias ‘Papa No’ an alleged “sugar daddy” of yours who used to dole out taxpayers money to his numerous girlfriends at the expense of the state.
O-girl, your decision to repost that derisive remarks by that doltish soul, Yayra Koku corroborates the perception out there about your recklessness and psychedelic tendencies.
I recall how some KNUST students ‘fingered’ you after a live show on their campus in 2005–something which I condemn anyway.
Just when I thought that unfortunate incident would have reshaped your character and mental faculty, you are on record to have recently entered ‘prophet’ Nigel Gaisie’s bedroom half-naked for prayers. As for what happened, the rest is history.
Madam, if you think you’ve come of age and can take swipes at no less a person than A.M.K.B, then fasten your seat belt because “yɛbɛ kɔ no pɛpɛɛpɛ.” You can expect a bumper-bumper response from me.
Have a good evening!
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