People often ask .who am I, Are you Married? Are you a rich man? this is my answer to all.
Simply my name is Ato Amissah- Koomson .I am nobody . Really I have nothing, absolutely nothing.
But I am working on it. I am looking forward to a day when my assets will fill about half an A-4 sheet.
I am not very educated even though I have completed the university, my English teacher died in class two and my Mathematics teacher died in class four. Fortunately, I was smart to pick the basics so I can read and write, add and subtract I can even recite the times table “by heart”.
My mum is a retired bofrote seller and my father was the chief of staff in the sagranti war in 1982.He is now an expert in making shoes at the Madina market (shoe maker)
I am not the only child. I have brothers and sisters in Christ. Currently, I am self employed .I import and export ‘kelewele’, ‘krachi awiesu’ and ‘bamfobisi’ from Accra to Sekunde and Esikado.
As a child I had big dreams of becoming a doctor or a pilot but all didn’t materialize as external factors eroded my vision. However I am trying to find solace in the profession I am into.
I have a new dream
My new dream is to become the chief security officer to the president of Ghana’s daughter.I don’t know how and I don’t mind how .I don’t also mind if it is Atta or Kuffour but I would have preferred Rawlings .(laugh)
Incase this dream too fails, I will love to become a pastor, open my own church and call it the Lukukdu Temple .. where I will become the general oversea .. My name will be called (Rev. Flt Lt. Dr. Amissah- Koomson)
I am married .Don’t ask me who ?
Simply my name is Ato Amissah- Koomson .I am nobody . Really I have nothing, absolutely nothing.
But I am working on it. I am looking forward to a day when my assets will fill about half an A-4 sheet.
I am not very educated even though I have completed the university, my English teacher died in class two and my Mathematics teacher died in class four. Fortunately, I was smart to pick the basics so I can read and write, add and subtract I can even recite the times table “by heart”.
My mum is a retired bofrote seller and my father was the chief of staff in the sagranti war in 1982.He is now an expert in making shoes at the Madina market (shoe maker)
I am not the only child. I have brothers and sisters in Christ. Currently, I am self employed .I import and export ‘kelewele’, ‘krachi awiesu’ and ‘bamfobisi’ from Accra to Sekunde and Esikado.
As a child I had big dreams of becoming a doctor or a pilot but all didn’t materialize as external factors eroded my vision. However I am trying to find solace in the profession I am into.
I have a new dream
My new dream is to become the chief security officer to the president of Ghana’s daughter.I don’t know how and I don’t mind how .I don’t also mind if it is Atta or Kuffour but I would have preferred Rawlings .(laugh)
Incase this dream too fails, I will love to become a pastor, open my own church and call it the Lukukdu Temple .. where I will become the general oversea .. My name will be called (Rev. Flt Lt. Dr. Amissah- Koomson)
I am married .Don’t ask me who ?
3 comments:
I think your dream is such a wonderful and would certainly encourage you to pursue the profession of 'a watchman'. After all, the scripture on several occasions admonished us to 'watch and pray'. I am curious though, to know, who is this Kuffour that you wanna 'watch' over his daughter? Or did you mean Kufuor?
Anyway, I after fervent prayers upon reading your ambitions, it was revealed to me to warn you NOT to take the name of God in vain. As you know very well, the choice of the name "Lukudu" amounts to idol worship which is contrary to the first commandment of God. So be warned, stay off your hand God's business else what is happening to your most esteemed "BISHOP" WEKNOW would look like a child's play.
Oh Kojo you are very funny eh. What has lukudu got to do with idol worship.if even it's an idol name what makes it a worship.My calling is on the way.so watch out for me.
Osofoɔ Ɔtorɔfoɔ Lukudu!!! Nyame betua wo ka wo ne mmere mu.
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