Deeming Hopes and Imminent Death. Obenewaa's Songs of Rage

Kofi Wayo’s recent statement that, the investigative agencies should delve into the source of funding of various NPP aspirants will fall on donkey ears. Probing the source of monies displayed by political functionaries is not enough, if the incumbent does not have the teeth to dash at the throat of the culpable.

What happened to the Bambas, the Bintims, the Edumadzes, the Ananes, and others, who skipped the criminal justice, only to the herded before useless investigative panels? Ironically, their appearance, before these committees, ended up costing the nation money.

As eerie as it looks, and sounds, the Ghanaian political landscape has assume the devious characteristics of a psychotic corporate entity. Here, the impermeable crust, and the rigid values, of corporatism shield the nation’s political elite from the governed, and precludes the latter from accessing the increasing opportunities located at the centre of power. While many Northern-Ghanaians were displaced from their lands, and were subject to the conundrum on how to rebuild their beleaguered lives from the recent flood, we saw some of the nation’s insensitive politicians send inadequate relief materials to our Northern siblings, without ever visiting the victims of the disaster. Are Northerners not Ghanaians? Or, do Northerners only become Ghanaians when an elections are months away?

The president, and those occupy the upper tiers of power have lost (their) moral credibility, and the issuing of useless public declarations, and communiqués, will not reverse the harm already done to our dearest nation, particularly Northern-Ghana. Under the current administration, the citizens of Ghana have become wimps, and have shunned their moral obligation to question national priorities, and challenge the present aristocratic establishmentarianism under the auspices of a permissive president. Was I surprised to hear a Southern-Ghanaian attribute the destruction of Northern Ghana, by the flood, to their laziness? Afetrall, we are conversant with the politics of “atua wo yonko hua, etua eduam.”

Where was the president when the nation needed him the most? Was his unpublicized trip to Canada a ruse to conceal his ineffectuality? I have seen many world leaders cut short their trips, and return home to deal with national disasters. By vanishing from the face of the earth, when the force of nature was invading his country, the president has shown the spinelessness in national leadership to dealing with nationwide emergencies. Ghana’s twenty-first neo-colonial leadership places value on projecting a false image about our nation’s state of affairs to the outside world, when in fact, many are dispatched to ill-fate, and untimely. Maybe, to them, the Northern affliction is an opportunity to showcase our nation’s pornography of human misery, and extort international sympathy for more aid, and loans.

I call for a revolution; a mind altering process that offers my countrymen, and women, the intellectual, interpretive, and critical, precocity to see through the veils of political hypocrisy. I call for an attitudinal revolution; a human quality that confronts, and defeats, mainstream political trickeries that are constantly employed to bait the unsuspecting public to preserve the status quo. I call for the peaceful “myamarization” of our nation’s streets to bring attention to the wretchedness of our siblings in Northern-Ghana.

Morality, once an ever-present commodity in Ghanaian politics, is thrown to (the) dogs. Brave men, and women, who once stool tall, have become midgets, and self-made victims of a humongous economic superstructure under the banner, “property-owning democracy, golden age of business, partisan patronage, and indigenous capitalism.” I am startled by Ghana’s new “moneycratic” Messiah, Alan Kyeremanteng, promising the plebian voting public the very things he did not have prior to becoming a politician. Well, politics is business, and political actors are not Mother Theresa.

I dread my nation’s future. I dread the quality of leadership that will befall my country in the next two decades. I quiver to see the ecstatic public convulse, and chant in unison in support of unrealistic promises to planting a heaven on earth. Something has gone awry with the operable mechanics of the Ghanaian brain, and our future as a nation is scary. Obenewaa’s song of rage is not an apocalypse of things to come. However, it highlights the inflexibility of the Ghanaian mindset, and our susceptibility to materialisms, even when the preceding are the very variables that could potentially catalyze the doom of our dearest nation. It comes as no wonder to me that, those who unthinkingly support a cheating system are the same ones who bear its brunt in the long-term. I cry for my nation. Hope all is well. Good day and cheers.