Yes, we are stars when we feature on the best and popular networks in the country or when we get lucky to have a huge following on the internet, but in reality, we are certified or recognized gossips, nation protectors, corruption whips, among others. We do have our flaws but some of us try. Our lifestyle is difficult to maintain and our credibility is fragile, because we work around people of power and they tower above us almost all the time. Their fame and monies regulate our fate most times.
Aku Amankrado is a dear friend. I’ve known her for twenty whole years and can read her like a beautiful book. Her transparency and flawless work ethics, make her one of the best in our field. Need I talk about her intelligence, interviewing skills and work prowess? But her reputation is now in the gutters, completely ruined thanks to a power that be. Aku stepped on the tail of a villain-in-the-dark-hero-in-daylight political dragon, and so she took the fall for it. I’m sure all her colleagues, like me, know she is innocent, but the people believe in what they listen to, so they drowned her in the circulating untruths. What did she do? She chanced upon a corrupt deal between a minister and a foreign business man. The minister took more than 500 million cedis worth of accumulated bribes and was awarding important contracts in return. And those contracts were never fully executed, costing the state huge sums of monies. She gathered her data, did a good background check, interviewed all those he had to interview, including the said minister who raged fire and brimstone on her and sent her story to her editor. Word has it that her editor was the one who betrayed her, trashed her story and fired her. Aku will not be easily silenced, so she took to her page on Facebook to post the story. But before the public could get to it, there were pictures of Aku and the minister, with audio which suggested she asked for a huge sum of money in her bid to blackmail the man of power. So the public killed her image and completely shredded her reputation.
Why will I opt to be another Aku? Why will I let strict discipline render me jobless? I’ve a family to protect, a husband and two lovely girls. I’ve seen children as young as twelve years old poverty-proud, saying I’m going to sleep with my boyfriend because my family sleep on the street. I’d give anything to never see my children go through that. I know that is selfish, because thinking about the nation first before family is best but days when communities raised children are long gone, and Rachel Araba Benson is not the one to bring back a culture deemed archiac and cruel by millennials. I see poor girls in ghetto going hungry and see those supposedly sharing two million cedis worth of meals to the struggling in society do so to save face and fill pockets. My heart sinks each time. But I must help film the show sharing food to the few, so as to project the ministry in good standing. A good thing the foods are poorly shared, a good thing some of the poor have cell phones they use to film their predicament, a good thing journalism has become cheap for now. When I go around for reportage, I never see a pauper in any form of PPE, they’re almost always complaining about the lock down. It is almost as if they don’t even understand what is happening. And I wonder what the National Commission for Civic Education is doing. Word has it, even money for their campaigns have not been given to them, some even claim they were not budgeted for at all, yet there is a lock down. They were supposed to educate the populace in their home languages. But here we are. Hunger causing rebellion in most parts, lack of understanding keeping few on the run, the very few needed to blow over a virus in a pandemic!
I always think political leaders should concentrate on farming. The Operation Feed Yourself era should come back. There are many arable lands in the country, yet many walk around crying unemployment as importation of food go on the rise. If farming had been encouraged with good remuneration, the hunger we see, the costly products on the market, the horror of hunger killing people in a lock down, won’t be a thing. A friend of mine is of the view that the world must celebrate a carbon free month where no vehicle, flight or ship work as humans stay in their homes to accord the earth some rest. I know I am not as intelligent as Aku, so I scatter my thoughts around. In any case, the worst people I’ve seen in this pandemic, are those bloating prices and causing panic; the greedy market women.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April, 2020. Photo Credit: Google Pics