AYITEY POWERS IN BABYLON PART 1
I saw Ayitey Powers or someone of remarkable resemblance to him the other day. It must have been the real Powers because there are not many halfway-bald, peroxide-dyed heads in my neck of the woods (think a fusion of El Hadj Diouf and Solomon Sampah). The sight of the flamboyant, blonde bombshell – oops, I meant bomber - brought back some interesting memories of Mr. Powers’ time in Edmonton, London a couple of years ago. Once upon a time, I am so tempted to add: time, time. If you’re a Ghanaian reader, you’d understand the preceding statement. If you’re not, then let’s just carry on. Anyway, twice upon a time, in a far away land called Edmonton there lived a Ghanaian boxer of international repute called Ayitey Powers. While most Ghanaians in Edmonton were bursting their balls working 9AM-5PM or 6PM-2AM or both or round the clock, Mr Powers had just been licensed to box in the UK, so he was far better off. He could chill and ha