#Look@GalamsayAgain. (Part 2) We Need Help. It is gradually getting bad and I cannot take it any longer. We all used to drink from the Rivers Yaya, Anikoko, Krupa, Ahyire and the sweet and refreshing Forson springs, until I met my colleague unemployed graduate who mentioned to me that he has gotten an investment partner. In a few days I saw and heard some machines making noise all over and then the stream was beginning to change colour, just like a bleaching African lady. Soon the water was undrinkable. I am still jobless and my colleague is now a big time bank roller. He drilled a bolehole near his house to sell and now my whole community will have to buy water from his tap, including my poor grandmother who has to carry water now from home to farm because it is the same stream that runs through our family land. It was just pathetic that I saw the family of our village chief also buying water from his subjects. You see? Now our farms...