He counsels Ghanaians to count their blessings, but I am scratching my clean-shaven head and scrawny cheeks, shaved smoothly like the buttocks of a newly-born baby and wondering what blessing the Gonja petty chieftain is talking about (See “Count Your Blessings – Mahama Tells Ghanaians” Citifmonline.com / Ghanaweb.com 3/27/16). Somebody has already listed the heavily filth-choked gutters of our major cities and towns, so I intend to focus on the legion of other issues none of which our president was bold and courageous enough to broach.

One critic even suggested that perhaps he had his University of Aberdeen, Scotland, doctor of laws degree in mind when the widely alleged prime-sponsor of Ms. Nayele Ametefe spoke to the congregation at the Light House Chapel International recently about the need for Ghanaians to count their blessings. What blessings? Another equally miffed critic also demanded. I mean, here we are with Mr. Kofi Portuphy, the “Sweet-Buns-Faced” National Chairman of the National Democratic Congress (NDC), traipsing the length and breadth of the country cutting legions of sods to commence work on massive architectural landmarks earmarked as party district and regional offices, and the Chief Resident of the Flagstaff House is pontifically and self-righteously haranguing Ghanaians to count our blessings, because we do not live in the European Union capital of Brussels, where the other day some Moroccan terrorists bombed the living daylight out of some 31 people, with an estimated 300 more wounded in varying degrees.

Maybe the president would do better directing his Light House sermon to those adult men and women and children who daily hunch over our open gutters and beaches to evacuate themselves, because the architect who designed the state-of-the-art Flagstaff House, and Mr. Ibrahim Mahama’s sprawling mansion, forgot to design neighborhood KVIPs for these poor, destitute and forgotten OTHER GHANAIANS whom none of our leaders remember anymore. Yes, the blessing of having tender schoolchildren squat on bare clayey floors to take lessons from harried-looking teachers who have been working around the clock for at least two protracted years without the payment of a single months’ salary by Little Dramani.

You guessed right; I am, indeed, pondering deeply and counting my blessings and endlessly drawing blanks and wondering whether the Ganja Boy from Bamboi sees the same things that I am seeing…the Galamsey-riddled Kingdom of Akyem-Abuakwa over which the Ganja Boy recently flew in a Gulf-Stream hovercraft, beaming smugly about the epic handicraft of his government and hiccupping raucously and Christening Kyebi “The Galamsey Capital of Ghana.”

Then another critic had a dream in which the former Shit-Bomber, having repented of the Class-A Felony crimes of his shit-bombing sprees of yesteryear, and having become progressive, foresighted and politically constructive enough that all of a sudden, in his Light House Sermon about chimerical blessing counting, bullet- and power-pointed and histrionically directed at Speaker Donut Adjaho and his cynical gang of honorable thugs, expatiated, point-by-point, precisely what these policy roadmap points meant in terms of Jesus’ famous Sermon on the Mount.

For instance, precisely what blessings are we supposed to make of completed ultra-modern school blocks which are bereft of basic furnishings and instructional materials, and are only good on the outside for power-point presentations and electioneering propaganda primarily aimed at touting the purportedly nonesuch yeomanly achievements of this thoroughgoing “create, loot and share” government of the so-called National Democratic Congress? Indeed, I am counting my blessings and drawing blanks and getting pissed and wondering how we ended up on this side of our globe with standup comics and shameless thugs and lying school boys and girls for leaders….

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