How Did We Get Here?

How did Ghana get to this level of lawlessness? No one should start the blame game because we the citizens are complicit in this lawless state that we find ourselves in. Why am i saying so? It seems we glorify mediocrity in this country too much. We allow people to cheat the system and get away with it. We heap praises on people with their ill gotten wealth. We dont question their sources of wealth, and we are ready and willing to bask in their so called glory. We call such people names such as “honorable”, “master” etc etc and we are also ready to kowtow to their whims and caprices to the detriment of the individual who is at a disadvantage.

It seems the society has lost so much confidence in the security services to the extent that they will not hesitate to attack police stations and other security installations with the slightest attempt by these agencies to maintain law and order. We shield wrong doers and prevent the laws of the land from working on them. Someone knows some big man who also knows someone in a position of influence who can easily convince the judicial authorities to drop a case against an accused person. What happens afterwards? The people will surely bid their time and wait for the opportunity to exact their pound of flesh if justice is not served. These incidents of wanton indiscipline being experienced in several parts of the country must be curbed with the necessary legal actions that they deserve. The government must come down hard on all these miscreants in the society who want to take Ghana back to the Dark Ages. The courts must apply the laws to the letter. Ghana is not a jungle state.

Several cases of vandalism against police stations, military personnel and innocent citizens are not justified. We must rise up against this serious canker of indiscipline that has reared its ugly head and nip it in the bud. Each one of us has a role to play in this crusade. The security agencies must turn a new leaf and do the right things for the citizens to have confidence in them once again. I will like to ask again, How did we get here? #GhanaMustWorkAgain

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Childhood Memories; The Mango Raids

It was a very hot afternoon and the kids were feeling restless. They were on vacation and they were so much bored with staying in the house. School was to reopen in two weeks. They wanted the days to move quickly so that they can go back to school and have more fun. Staying in the house was boring for them. Their parents were also at their work places and they always left early in the morning and came back late in the evening. Before they left they made sure that their breakfast and lunch have been prepared. The lunch was always in the fridge, the children had to rely on Kofi who was the eldest to heat the food for them in the afternoon. The long vacation always coincided with the harvesting of mangoes. Thus, the mango season was here and the children decided to organize a series of raids into people’s farms for mangoes. They therefore sent three of the boys around to survey the area and map out all the mango trees.

It was now left with how to execute these plans. They first had to tackle the mango trees in the Ghana Water Company yard. They picked four gallons and entered the yard under the pretext of going to fetch water. Kwame hid behind the wall with a sack whiles Kwadwo, Kwabena and Kofi entered the yard with the gallons. Kofi climbed the mango tree and started plucking the ripe mangoes. He then threw them to Kwame who was a very good catcher and it went into the sack. In about ten minutes the sack was half full. Two of the gallons filled with water were then taken out of the yard by the two boys leaving Kofi on the tree. Kwadwo and Kwabena went back into the yard and Kofi then climbed down from the tree. Kwame was gone with the sack of mangoes by the time the boys were finally leaving the yard. This raid was successful as it was carefully planned and executed with so much dexterity and precision. The boys could not hide their joy when they got home and started enjoying the mangoes. They could imagine the look on the faces of the security man and some of the workers during their lunch break. They will be amazed as to how the ripe mangoes vanished from the tree. Thus the boys have found an activity to while away the remaining days of this boring vacation. Whose mango tree was next? Agya Owusu’s farm was next.

There were rumors in the neighborhood of Agya Owusu’s extreme wickedness. Thus he meted instant justice to anyone who was caught stealing from his farm. There were three big mango trees on his farm and no one dare climb any of the trees to pluck the mangoes. The boys decided to raid his farm and they were ready to face the consequences. As usual, they sent two of the boys to do some reconnaissance of the farm. They came back with the information that the man was not on the farm. Another boy was posted at the entrance of the man’s house and he was to run towards the farm and shout the moment he saw the man heading towards his farm. The sacks were secured and the boys entered the farm, climbed the trees. One person was left to stand under the tree to fill the sack. The raid was going on well until the sentry posted at Agya Owusu’s house failed to notice that there was a backdoor to the house. The man decided to pass through the backdoor on his way to the farm only for him to get there and see some children harvesting his mangoes. He shouted and the one with the sack picked up the sack and bolted like lightening. The other two on the tree decided to pluck the hard unripe mangoes and pelted Agya Owusu with them. Since he could not defend himself from the mango attack, he also ran back to the house with his face swollen. The boys then got down from the tree and also ran back to their house. When the boys got home, they started laughing and at that same moment the sentry showed up breathing heavily.  He had to run for his dear life when he saw Agya Owusu running towards his house. Meanwhile another person’s mango tree was being targeted. They decided to be extra vigilant this time around and also take every precautionary measure to protect and defend themselves during the raids. They also mapped out several escape routes and always had a plan B in case their plan failed. Thus these are some of the childhood memories. I hope a lot of people can relate. In fact, the mangoes raided from people’s farms were more enjoyable than those sold at the market.