The average politician – in the voice of those who say ‘average Ghanaian‘ without flinching – should by now know that the Ghanaian is no more forgetful, not gullible, cannot be taken for granted, will not just overlook, will not go without asking questions, asking for accountability, and above all, will not have his/her intelligence, discernment and discretion insulted.
But Nana will not have to keep anything in mind, he doesn’t have to fulfill any promises.
Yes, I just said he should forget about his promises. All of them.
The many Ghanaians voted for him more because they were tired with an indifferent, failing government, a leadership that was going nowhere and everywhere.
Amanfuor were just tired and could not imagine living through it all for another four years, so much so that they didn’t mind making history by changing a government after only one term in office.
I believe in Ghana, and I want to see Nana succeed and prove that he did, and still believes in Ghana. He only has to listen and govern well, make us trust his motives and decisions even when we don’t agree with or understand him, and he needs to show integrity and a sense of purpose which some of us so much miss.
Simply, he has to lead and lead great.
Then, God willing, we will see him at the other side of the ballot box next four years.
And of course, let all of us give Nana Addo all the respect, support and love, for the sake of one and all, for the sake of country and the making of a nation, great and strong.
And God continue to bless our Homeland Ghana.
Ours is a country of a crude mixture of all odds and what-not-s: hypocrites, sadists, cynics and of course, those who just can’t be blamed because either they are incorrigibly ignorant and clueless or they have earned their good reputation and dignity.
when the citizens are finally jolted out of apathy and of laughing and accepting all the insult of phony promises upon stupid promises and lame rhetoric after flimsy grammar, what happens?
The 17.5 percent VAT on bank charges evaporate. Suddenly!
And the day that jolted citizens decide to go on a march, to show their tiredness and fed-up-ness of it all, a bunch of I’d rather not add descriptive word(s) people too decide to do a march. FOR the president. In ‘solidarity’ with a president the rest of us citizens are only, unfairly flogging and sabotaging and simply hating on.
As if they even have the authority to give such permits.
We see this same police in their best costume and armoury, preventing and blockading harmless non-partisan citizens from a march – NOT a demonstration.
The police, their presence is not only huge and thick, but they are mightily equipped with everything, everything but umbrellas, umbrellas in the case it rains, umbrellas because it actually rains.
How symbolic! How that makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time!
Meanwhile, a past minister of state sits back and sneers (on Twitter) about how the campaign for the march has been bigger on social media than in reality.
The one of the march organizers gets arrested. For what, I am yet to know.
Some politicians from a side called ‘opposition’ want take advantage of the march. They want to rob it of its essence. They show up. For what?, I can’t tell.
Previously, a resignation does the rounds on social media. A date-less resignation letter. The President’s.
Supposedly. Another one is soon released from the camp of ‘the communicators’ to deny the first letter – its content, and even, its mere existence.
Today sure is historic, but it need not, it should not end today.
May it not be that we just ask for change – whatever change means, whatever kind or quality of change we seek.
But may each of us resolve to be, to live out that change.
Then we can expect, and even, demand same from others:
whether as preacherman, pupil or yes…president.
God bless our homeland Ghana.
…With Hearts Filled With TRUE Humility – Not EMPTY Pride…
Is it my eyes or the reality?
No one looks cheerful. Why?
This day used to be one of the most colourful, anticipated days in the year. When I was a child. Undiluted patriotism and quiet pride flamed in my not-so-little heart. My eyes shone with some love, some awe.
Today, when I sang the national anthem to the tune of the band present, it hurt, especially when I got to the ‘…and help us resist oppressors’ rule, with all our will and might forever more…’. It hurt bad. Among other things which have come the be a thing that is in this my dear Motherland, the recent IMF deal came to mind, the things which has brought Ghana to that point, the things that this same IMF thing has inflicted on this my country some years ago…
It hurt real bad.
I pretended I’ve never been sure what the lighting of the Perpetual Flame symbolized, as the commentator said it. While His Excellency President John Dramani Mahama went to light it, I was not so sure…of so many things…
Oh Ghana! I believe in you, I have hope, but something happens to both hope and belief and every good will when I remember that hope (alone) cannot cook the proverbial yam.
Today all this seems like another large scale ritual, a ritual we’ve grown used to, we’ve turned slaves slaves to. A ritual that’s lost much – if not all – of it’s symbolism and meaning, even.
God bless my Homeland Ghana.
…Cherish Fearless Honesty…and Resist Opressor’s Rule…
I just finished watching a short documentary about the best known J.J. in this Land of my birth, Ghana.
What I learnt?
Good and Bad, Focus and Excess: it’s largely about perspective; it’s not always a matter of only black and white. Grey too happens. Often.
When a people have long been taken for granted, long been thirsty for any form of change, a very little spark is all that is needed, all that will set into motion what may be hailed as ‘redemption‘ – I mean, ‘revolution‘.
One can never (fully) predict the immense, transforming power of leadership, when there is a visionary leader who is armed with more conviction and actionable ideas than with mere talk and apparent action. Then, the loyalty of the people, the followers, will be so fixed – not necessarily on the person(ality) of their leader, but on the leader as the bearer of the direly sought-after message and change of the given times. And it should come as no wonder when and if this loyalty degenerates into an unthinking, insensitive – nearly fetish – one. You may call it a cult, or something of the sort.
Dear Land of my birth, do you ever learn, forward?
Love and let Love lead,