A GNA Colour by Samuel Osei Frempong

Accra, Dec. 14, GNA - On the long and expansive lawns adjoining the walk ways to Parliament, vultures and crows share companionship around an artificial water jerky planted to nourish the withering grass cover.

As the black and white feathered birds cool off in the high temperatures with unusual companions, Members of Parliament, drive by to the place where destiny issues the membership card.

After a tiring electioneering campaigning period, characterised with acrimony, hope and intrigues, destiny once again conducted the roll call and those who ignored the signs of the times got crushed. In a House where brotherhood means a lot, the victors were compassionate in victory and comforted the vanquished.

No roses, no powder sprinkling and coating and no white calico found its way into this massive hall built for investiture, balling and banquet but now sheltering the lawmakers as the original hall reels under the mercy of the workman tools.

As expected, the two dominant parties stamped their authority on the elections as it had been on the previous occasion. When they meet, they hug and congratulate each other; they speak to each other in a civil manner that showed openly of the strength of the bound of brotherhood largely seen as anarchy and antagonism in the eyes of the uninitiated.

For three days and nights, they bit their fingernails; ate little in anticipation. The fear of defeat and embarrassment did acrobatics and aerobics in their anatomy but the courageous walked through defeat with magnanimity.

But the counting of gains and losses would go beyond the frontiers of Parliament.

The expectations of goodies, glamour and glory in a House where there are no tables to do serious writing would certainly turn into despair for the "yet to come" but the will to serve the nation would steel the patriot.

As usual, the giant fountain spewed forth volumes of water while the strong breeze from the Atlantic swept through it with scorn. There are scavengers and crows in this game called politics but if an old spectator is asked: "What do I do?"

"He would probably say do not leave your carcass on an unwatched field."