Are you tired? Are you tired of things going wrong? Are you tired of prices going up? Are tired of leaders telling lies? Are you tired of the cedi falling? Are you tired of our children failing? Are you tired of our tribes fighting? Are you tired of our systems deteriorating? Are you tired of being tired? Well, I know the feeling. Of course I do. Am I not a Ghanaian?

The weight of our numerous challenges sometimes threaten to suffocate us, and it's becoming more and more common for Ghanaians to wake up in the morning with a sense of defeat. It seems many of us have resigned ourselves to the view that things can never get better, and  it will simply be easier  if we all just accept that as a fact. But is that really the case? Are we all doomed to be an eternally tired race? Surely there must be some positives of the Ghanaian condition that we can all focus on and fire up our enthusiasm.

Sometimes the only thing you need to overcome negativity are some well-chosen moments of escape. Moments of relaxation. Moments of humour and mirth. Now, goodness knows there are funny things happening in Ghana. What we must start to realise is that even those moments of amusement are valuable national resources. Depends on how you use them.

So my friends, today, we are not going to talk all day about Dumsor. We're not going to obsess about the economic crisis. We're going to think of things other than corruption, partisan politics, religious tension, ethnic friction, land disputes, schools under trees and the NHIA. Today, we are going to do something that brings us all together, no matter who we are, who we worship or who we vote for. Today, my people, we are going to laugh small.

The truth is our problems are not all going to be solved today. They will still be there tomorrow morning. So if we are able to use today to decompress and recharge our batteries, then at least, tomorrow, we can attack our national - and personal - problems with a lot more energy than we had yesterday.

I don't know about you, my friends, but I personally want to thank our President for unintentionally doing us a massive favour today. At the moment when things were getting hard to bear, at the time when we were tired of being tired, you, dear sir, have given Ghana a great gift. Mr President, we thank you for giving us a break. We thank you from the bottom of our tired hearts, for the Dead Goat Syndrome.

My name is Kojo Yankson, and they say funerals are the Ghanaian's favourite pastime. Well, you'd better put on something black wai, na the goat is dead.

GOOD MORNING, GHANAFO!