Countrymen and women, loyalists and opponents
I am back in Accra, enjoying the cool breeze brought about by the rain in our national capital. But I am praying that the city will not be turned into one big, muddy swimming pool. It is my fervent prayer that there will be no floods to wash my people and their property away. As you may be aware, my Christianity has been on leave for almost four years now. In fact, I have not been an active Christian since I ascended the Black Star Stool. Yes, I go to church occasionally ? but it doesn?t mean much in God?s sight. So I have been wondering weather my prayers will be answered.

Every time it rains in Accra, I get worried. I get worried that the people in the so-called flood-prone areas will be forced to swim in muddy waters with the little property they have sweated in the Sikaman heat to acquire. I have been told that this year?s rains will not be that heavy and that the danger of flooding in the national capital is almost insignificant. Well, this is not assurance enough for me. I also don?t think it is reason enough for those who are being paid to ensure that the city is not flooded to fold their arms and enjoy the coolness of the rainy season with the rest of us.