Dear You,

Your outrage over the M3 was to be expected.

Oga and his people were all too aware.

But at the end of the day, his decision has nothing to do with you and your kind. He probably reckoned that you wouldn't vote for him anyway even if he extended their sentence to 10 years. So why bother agonising over this?

Get this. It is an election year. His party workers are irritated that the boys are in jail. They have heard of Article 72. So they screamed" JM, do something before you die!!"

He does not want to be a one-term president, so he decided to invoke his krakye powers that the law grants him for the purely political reasons of pleasing his party workers. Compassion his foot.

Between party and governance, he chose party. Crass and myopic, you say.

Your moda, his people retort.

You scream about undermining judicial independence and endorsing foul language. But he doesn't care a hoot about those fine points. He has his skin to save. So sod you and your grammar and your miserable vote you won't give him anyway. As Asiedu Nketia is reported to have said recently, why go chase the vote of one doctor when you can easily secure the votes of 100 kayayei? See, that IS the point for Oga and his people.

Oh, and he reckons another scandal will come along pretty soon and you will forget about the M3. He has you figured out. And he is probably right. See how a man can't keep his hands off his new bride in bed, but after a while he grunts and rolls over and sleeps when she touches him? Yes, you are that predictable.

So basically, Oga has his two fingers lodged firmly in your somewhere as he smirks and you squirm. After all, his party footsoldiers are excited, berthed safely in the knowledge that anokwa, Oga is truly the Sherrif in town and can make nonsense of any nonsense with a signature and a press release. Bam!!! Just like that.

Now they feel safe that the absurdity of suffering at the greasy hands of the law when their party is in power is no more.

They are fired up to step up the campaign. And they are fired up to rain more invectives.

And that, dear ladies and gentlemen, is all that matters to Oga. Who cares if you hug the nearest transformer?

Thank you plenty for your kind attention.

Me.

PS: Upon sober reflection, I have cancelled my 1931 [Club beer] strike. It is a complete nonsense.