“It is often necessary to accept a small sacrifice in order to make a great gain”.
Two decades or more past, if any citizen of this Republic of our death was asked to describe our Republic, the reader of the essay would have a good laugh and score,the script high marks not for the content but the mere humour that the facts projects the realities on the ground.
You’ll find descriptions like:
1. Any wooden structure situated in some lungulungu area is definitely an Apio, aka Sodabi, alias Kpeer and many more joint.
2. A Republic where dead bodies are carried by ambulances not the sick nor injured.
3. A Republic where you get gari and beans (yɔ kɛ gari) and wakye by the roadside in the morning. While kelewele can be got in the evening.
4. You hardly ever get to see elders of the Republic throwing blows like nobody’s business.
But today, what do we see? I beg answer for yourself.
Ibi Ghana we dey!!!
That Barometer with the Afro hairstyle has come out again with so many statistics. And there’s a lot of disagreements from the political actors in the Republic. Everyone interpreting the statistics to his or favour. Some even discrediting some as not true.
Massa, whether it’s true or not, citizens are going to vote according to the party they believe in and benefit from. Especially, my people in the hinterland and don’t have access to the report.
But ibi Ghana we dey!!
There’s a traditional story of Ama the mother pig on the farm who had the biggest snout on the farm and had the most piglets.
One day, one of the teen daughters asked mother Ama;
‘ Why do you have the biggest snout on the farm ‘.
And she was hesitant, but to appease her daughter, she replied, ‘ It’s because I’ve had to deliver a lot of you beautiful ones. The more I deliver you guys, the bigger my snout becomes’.
Teenage Abena rretorted; ‘ You and Papa have too much sex. Look at our numbers. Why don’t you try some family planning? We’re only lucky our owner is able to feed us everyday’.
Mama pig just walked away to her favorite corner in the sty to breastfeed the younger ones.
Not too long after, Abena begins having piglets of her own, but not much. And in order to have more piglets, she didn’t shy from moving from her parents’ sty to other sties on the farm in the bid to have more piglets. But no show ! And yet had the biggest snout on the whole farm.
One of the few piglets asked her why she had the biggest snout on the whole farm.
It was an embarrassing moment for her but old grandma Ama came to her rescue. ‘ You will grow and see for yourself ‘. (Wo be nyin abe to). In Twi.
That, my brothers and sisters is what has become the political landscape of our Republic.
When in opposition, they will whine, snort, croak and make all the noise they possibly can. Give them the office and they’ll mess it up like nobody’s business.
Ibi Ghana we dey!!
Last time, Rasta heard that our knowledgeable leaders were launching a policy on space exploration and all Rasta could do was to laugh and wonder if it was a well thought through policy or one of the ‘jump jump away’ attitude that has come to be a norm for the political actors in this Republic of our death.
Even road traffic in the capital alone mpo cannot be solved, and is an everyday wahala for citizens. They just pay lip service and play their mouth around it and that’s all.
And you want to go to space? Sorry, we’re late.
The highest into space we can ever travel is no more than taking a lift to the roof tops of the few high rise buildings we have. Or sitting in an airplane that might take you to thirty three thousand feet, maximum.
Even the national airline that was bequeathed us sef, we spoil am pasaaaa…. Wreckers of the twentieth and twenty first century record holders.
Ibi Ghana we dey!!!
The Wiggy Red Robbed Supremos of the Republic have given their ruling on the matter of vacant seats in the Republic’s People’s House in their usual quoting of articles mangled with other articles and everybody is interpreting it to his or favour.
Meanwhile, the Honables themselves are not going to work to do what their constituents asked them to go and do. And when they happen to meet, it’s a matter of taunting each other and throwing blows like kindergarten children. Tweeaa…
As someone will say ‘ɛnyɛ wɔmoa’. It’s not their fault. Fighting over who should be called majority!
If they were being paid like lawmakers in more advanced countries and sitting on cushioned wooden benches with one suspended microphone like it is in the UK for instance, then maybe they’ll learn a thing or two.
Here they are with swivel chairs and they are swiveling round and round and with personal microphones. Why won’t they take the citizens for granted by abandoning their core roles and be fighting as if we voted them into the House as boxers. Ayekoo!
As for this current People’s House members, they started with fighting and so shall they end with it. Disgusting and disappointing!
Left to some of us, their existence as House members should be expunged from the history of this Republic. Besides, not all citizens of this Republic are duly represented. Thereby making it an incomplete House.
Word of advice from Yours Truly and Rasta.
It is often necessary to accept a small sacrifice in order to make a great gain”.
They should sit and reflect on this and leave the House as proper Honables that they wish to be called.
Ibi Ghana we dey!!!
Been reading some news items and I hear My President has been honoured by the French Macaroni a very special position. Good. Gratitude is a virtue not to be overlooked.
But something I find in there about people who qualify for this unique Napoleonic position is;
That, this is given to people who have provided extra ordinary services to France among others.
Let’s ask ooo….. what extra ordinary services did My President offer to the French people?
Ah well…..ibi Ghana we dey!! Abi?
Have a wonderful Saturday Morning hangover and a weekend of guessing what extra ordinary services My President gave to France.
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