I remember the election days like yesterday but it has been a little over a year now. I remember when people in Ghana turned against each other in their quest to defend their preferred candidates and make them have their mandates at all cost.
I remember news of husbands fighting wives over who was suitable leading to multiple divorces at the local stalls. I remember news of people killing each other because of differences in opinions as to who was suitable for the presidency; Nana Akuffo Addo or John Mahama.
I remember hearing people having heated arguments wherever I went over the qualities of both candidates as though Agya ‘mfinfim’ as Mr. Nduom was called and the other candidates were just joking tools accompanying the work men. Then the elections took place amidst controversies of rigging. There were fractions ready to butcher others by word of mouth and others threatening hunger strike; I was never fooled, I knew even those who claimed were on hunger strike were eating when people were not looking.
The most important discussions were the manifestos of the candidates. Some claimed the NPP could never follow through on their promises to make our High School education free while Others claimed it was highly possible. Me, I was of the opinion that Agya Mfinfim could give us a different view of the political arena but no one listened and they called me a joke. For the record I knew I was a joke considering the nature of Ghanaians. Then there was the youth issue, where the supposed youth of Ghana wanted a young man to be president. I am part of the youth but I saw no youth in my area wanting this. Let’s just say a few youth spoke for all of us.
Now we are here, with a very vibrant youth president but we know not what is happening. It seems we are in a hellish dream of unfathomable nightmare that even the bite of the devil cannot wake us from.
We were blinded with a 10% increment in salary and then bombarded with more than a 100% of increment on everything ‘buyable’ (May be exaggerating so you can check it out).
Now we cannot take short distance vehicles in places where there are no ‘trotros’. In 2012, taking a taxi from the central town to Sagnarigu; a surburb of Tamale was 60 pesewas. Now I am proud to say that it is 1:20 pesewas, double the 60 pesewas. Isn’t that great?
I could use ten cedis worth of pre-paid electrical units for a month. Now even forty cedis does not last for that one month. Are we in the land of reality now? Is this what we bargained for? All that time we were busy looking for who to tax in exchange for our votes, did we pause to think of the repercussions? And those who had the bicycles and the ‘rumoured’ cars and motors how are they faring maintaining and fueling their vehicles? I bet they are also living in the lands of the heavens. What about those who had the 50 cedis, clothes etc…? Hahaha I love my motherland!
Whatever Ghana has become, whatever Ghana will become, we are all in here. We will all face the music and those who find it easy will also in a few years join the “crew of criers”. Except they amass enough and decide to bolt, even in that case, I do not envy them. Living like strangers on the land of many hostile hosts, is a no no for me. I love that we are in a rat race, chasing each other in a burning jungle while hearing the painful cries from the chaser and the chased.
It’s been a while I’ve heard NDC faithfuls giving their loud voices colour, emotions and vigour in support of their football team, ei sorry o, their party. Apart from the paid radio and TV propagandists. Even a faithful friend who came to my house to gloat of their victory and being disappointed because of the realisation that not all southerners were supporters of the NPP now complains more than the NPP supporters. What I can finish this with is:
“Sԑ ↄman yi bԑyԑ yie o
Sԑ ↄman yi ԑrinye yie o
Ԑyԑ nsemndahↄ sԑ
Ɔmanfo bra na ԑbԑkyerԑ”
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia.