A farmer gets sent to jail, and his wife is trying to hold the farm together so she writes a letter to him in jail: "Dear, I want to plant the potatoes When is the best time to do it?" The farmer writes back: "don't go near that field. That's where all my guns are buried." But, because he is in jail all of the farmer's mail are censored. So police run out to the farm and dig up the entire potato field looking for guns. After two full days of digging,they did't find one single weapon. The farmer then writes to his wife: "Honey, now is when you should plant the potatoes."

A whole chapter of the book is devoted to how young courageous Dramani stood in front of a bully and said enough was enough and lived to tell the tale, “I did not die, I did not die”, John Mahama recounts, stressing. It was at Achimota and the boy’s name was Ezra. Ezra, the tormentor, was two years older, very muscular and the tallest of 10 boys in the dormitory. With his usual elitist tone, John says, Ezra looked like “one of the men we sometimes saw on the campus grounds clearing the underbush with long, slightly curved cutlass. Their skin, which was blacker even than a starless sky at midnight, would be glistening with sweat.” He adds with undisguised disdain, “I wasn’t at all surprised to learn that his father was a farmer, though I would have guessed that it was an animal farm and not a cocoa farmer, because Ezra looked as though he had been born, raised, and fed in much the same way as livestock.” John Mahama continues on Ezra, as if the son of a farmer had no business being

Two men at a bus stop started a conversation. One of them keeps complaining of family problems. Finally, the other man says, "You think you have family problems?" Listen to my situation.. A few years ago I met a young widow with a grown-up daughter and we got married. Later, my dad married my step daughter. That made my step daughter my step-mom and my dad became my step son-in-law. Also my wife became mom-in-law to her dad-in-law. Then my wife's daughter, my step-mom, had a son. This boy was my half-brother 'cause he was my dad's son, but he was also the son of my wife's daughter, which made him my wife's grandson. That made me the grandfather of my half-brother. This was nothing until my wife and I had a son. Now, the half- sister of my son, my stepmom, is also the grandmom. My dad is the bro-in-law of my child, who is the stepbrother of my dad's wife! AND YOU THINK YOU HAVE FAMILY PROBLEMS?"