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Misplaced priority: The bane of Ghana
When I started studying journalism, the very first essay I wrote was titled: Misplaced priority. The English lecturer just gave the students the liberty to choose any topic and write about it.
For some of the students, that freedom meant “anything goes.” So, they took the easy way out and wrote on things that had no bearing on journalism, such as: The food I like best. At that level? Yes! I know it because we were made to exchange scripts and read someone else’s essay.
As I pondered what to write about, my instincts nudged me that the lecturer wanted to test how journalistically inclined the students were, and so the assignment must be about universal issues common to humanity.
So, I reflected on the ills in the society and I was surprised at the degree to which priorities were misplaced by all– students, mothers, fathers, governments, churches, and what-have-you.
At the time of the assignment, President Hophouet Boigny of La Cote d’Ivoire was building a miniature model of Rome’s cathedral, that is, St. Peter’s Basilica in Yamoussoukro while his people had a shortfall in affordable housing as well as other critical needs. I saw it as a misplaced priority.
I observed also that as students got their loans for books and other logistics, the first place they headed for was the cafeteria. What for? You see, hard times had deprived many of them of the ability to drink a bottle of beer or two.
So, when they got the money, it was time to get even; it was time to revenge against the system for “making them unable to enjoy small.” Before they realised it, the one or two bottles had moved into overdrive. The party must go on, and it did with everything in the mix – khebab of all types: guinea fowl, beef, and goat meat at the expense of what the money was meant for. Misplaced priority, indeed!
My reflection also brought to mind the imprudent behaviour of some fathers who tarried long at the bottle daily, enjoying a cocktail of drinks with friends while their children’s fees were in arrears. Their personal enjoyment and comfort seemed to be more important than their children’s education. Misplaced priority!
What about women who, in spite of the dire circumstances of their families, and the need to cut their coat according to their size, insist on a new cloth for every funeral to be abreast of the times? I wondered if that was really necessary while the family budget was always under some form of constraint. I saw that as a misplaced priority.
My attention drifted to contractors and how most of them used their mobilisation fee which at the time, was given to them, to, as it were, mobilise some equipment and logistics for the work to begin in earnest.
Instead, many of them opted to buy the latest Mercedes Benz or BMW to flaunt their opulence around their areas of conquest. How could you hire the necessary equipment for the work? Why not finish the work, get the big bucks, and then do all the somersaulting you desire to do? Misplaced priority!
Before long, I had a long list of examples to write about and concluded that the bane of Africa’s development was misplaced priority. That was several decades ago. And to our big shame, it still is.
Accra and other parts of the country have been flooding from Osagyefo Dr. Kwame Nkrumah’s time six decades ago, leading to loss of precious lives and extensive damage to property, and no government deems the problem huge enough to be accorded priority status in our development plan. At best, it is ad hoc measures, and they are not paying off.
One word that Ghana used to describe itself was “unprecedented.” Until Egypt, Nigeria, and Cameroun either overtook us in the trophy haul of the Africa Cup of Nations, or equaled our tally, we prided ourselves as the unprecedented four-time champions. Now, Egypt has way overtaken us and got seven, while Nigeria and Cameroun are at par with us.
We have relinquished the title in football but when it comes to flooding, Ghana now seems to be unprecedented leaders in how to maintain the status quo. This is what I call trailblazing in reverse. The Akans would say, “Adikan bedi akyire” meaning “The first shall be last.”
A country that was seen as the beacon of hope for other African countries, has now been overtaken by novices like Rwanda in terms of implementing development targets.
Last Saturday, May 21 2022, this fact was brought to the fore. The rains descended heavily on Accra and its environs, and as expected, huge swathes of land were flooded once again, a ritual that has become the rule rather than the exception.
Various media outlets corroborated one another’s coverage of the disaster with similar reports that the areas worst affected were Kaneshie Lorry Station precincts, the Kwame Nkrumah Interchange, Adabraka, North Kaneshie, Alajo, Tema, and Kasoa.
Homes were submerged and valuable property destroyed, including documents and computers at the head office of the Lands Commission as well as the State Transport Company
Vehicular traffic was impeded by the flood at some locations as the overflow gushed through major roads and highways, causing a major gridlock, especially, at the Kwame Nkrumah Circle, and bringing business to a halt in many places.
In the hardest hit areas, residents had no option but to evacuate their homes to seek refuge on higher ground elsewhere, including homes of friends, relatives, and just anywhere they could find shelter.
Even residents of areas like Adenta, Teshie, Nungua, Madina, and Spintex, which did not flood, had to grapple with currents of the surge from the drains that had brimmed over.
A timely warning by the Ghana Meteorological Agency and the Ghana Police Service served to avoid serious casualties. The public safety tips by the police for people to avoid certain areas proved particularly helpful.
Years back, a female medical officer tragically lost her life along the La Beach-Kpheshie Lagoon Road towards Teshie/Nungua stretch during a similar downpour as she was sadly swept off while driving.
Social media platforms were awash with videos, still pictures of the flood as well as comments about what government is doing about the situation and when Ghanaians will be free from this torment.
The government cannot pretend to be ignorant about how to solve the problem. And everybody knows that people have built unauthorised structures over waterways, preventing the free flow of water when it rains.
And these structures are still springing forth left and right as if there were no regulating authorities to oversee development planning. What are the assemblies doing? What is the central government doing? What is the problem? Is it lack of political will? Definitely! Is it misplaced priority? Of course!
For the sake of political gain, government after government has turned a blind eye to this crime, fearing that they would lose votes if they demolished such unauthorised structures.
Given the inaction of the authorities, the encroachers have concluded, and rightly so, that the government is just a toothless bulldog. It barks on end without ever biting. Consequently, they have been emboldened to continue their trespass with impunity without fear of retribution.
The solution is simple, and the authorities know it. Show some steel. Flex your strong muscle. Use all the arms of government – the Executive, the Judiciary, and the Legislature to do the right thing. And that is, demolish, demolish, demolish!
If the perennial problem of flooding in Ghana, especially in Accra, does not deserve to be accorded priority in our national development agenda, what other problem qualifies for premium attention? If this albatross is not removed from our neck, it will sink us like lead dropping to the bottom of the sea.
The police warning explained that the flood in certain areas was caused by the high level of the Odaw River which is dredged periodically. So, what shall it profit the nation if we dredge the lagoons and desilt the drains without tackling the root causes of the problem?
That is putting the cart before the horse. Unless we do the first things first, all the dredging and desilting would amount to nothing. They would just be an unnecessary dissipation of our scarce resources.
Apart from demolition, the government must ban plastic bags. They are non-biodegradable and are disposed of indiscriminately into drains, on the ground, and just anywhere. When it rains, they choke the drains and cause them to overflow and spill into the streets, leaving in their wake a huge trail of garbage.
Parliament and the assemblies must enact laws that impose heavy sanctions on people who dump garbage anyhow, especially plastics. That would stem the tide initially. Then, draining would work; then the demolitions would finish the job. Stop barking and bite.
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By Tony Prempeh
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Tears of Ghanaman, home and abroad

The typical native of Sikaman is by nature a hospitable creature, a social animal with a big heart, a soul full of the milk of earthly goodness, and a spirit too loving for its own comfort.

Ghanaman hosts a foreign pal and he spends a fortune to make him very happy and comfortable-good food, clean booze, excellent accommodation and a woman for the night.
Sometimes the pal leaves without saying a “thank you but Ghanaman is not offended. He’d host another idiot even more splendidly. His nature is warm, his spirit benevolent. That is the typical Ghanaian and no wonder that many African-Americans say, “If you haven’t visited Ghana. Then you’ve not come to Africa.
You can even enter the country without a passport and a visa and you’ll be welcomed with a pot of palm wine.
If Ghanaman wants to go abroad, especially to an European country or the United States, it is often after an ordeal.
He has to doze in a queue at dawn at the embassy for days and if he is lucky to get through to being interviewed, he is confronted by someone who claims he or she has the power of discerning truth from lie.
In short Ghanaman must undergo a lie-detector test and has to answer questions that are either nonsensical or have no relevance to the trip at hand. When Joseph Kwame Korkorti wanted a visa to an European country, the attache studied Korkorti’s nose for a while and pronounced judgment.
“The way I see you, you won’t return to Ghana if I allow you to go. Korkorti nearly dislocated her jaw; Kwasiasem akwaakwa. In any case what had Korkorti’s nose got to do with the trip?
If Ghanaman, after several attempts, manages to get the visa and lands in the whiteman’s land, he is seen as another monkey uptown, a new arrival of a degenerate ape coming to invade civilized society. He is sneered at, mocked at and avoided like a plague. Some landlords abroad will not hire their rooms to blacks because they feel their presence in itself is bad business.
When a Sikaman publisher landed overseas and was riding in a public bus, an urchin who had the impudence and notoriety of a dead cockroach told his colleagues he was sure the black man had a tail which he was hiding in his pair of trousers. He didn’t end there. He said he was in fact going to pull out the tail for everyone to see.
True to his word he went and put his hand into the backside of the bewildered publisher, intent on grabbing his imaginary tail and pulling it out. It took a lot of patience on the part of the publisher to avert murder. He practically pinned the white miscreant on the floor by the neck and only let go when others intervene. Next time too…
The way we treat our foreign guests in comparison with the way they treat us is polar contrasting-two disparate extremes, one totally incomparable to the other. They hound us for immigration papers, deport us for overstaying and skinheads either target homes to perpetrate mayhem or attack black immigrants to gratify their racial madness
When these same people come here we accept them even more hospitably than our own kin. They enter without visas, overstay, impregnate our women and run away.
About half of foreigners in this country do not have valid resident permits and was not a bother until recently when fire was put under the buttocks of the Immigration Service
In fact, until recently I never knew Sikaman had an Immigration Service. The problem is that although their staff look resplendent in their green outfit, you never really see them anywhere. You’d think they are hidden from the public eye.
The first time I saw a group of them walking somewhere, I nearly mistook them for some sixth-form going to the library. Their ladies are pretty though.
So after all, Sikaman has an Immigration Service which I hear is now alert 24 hours a day tracking down illegal aliens and making sure they bound the exit via Kotoka International. A pat on their shoulder.
I am glad the Interior Ministry has also realised that the country has been too slack about who goes out or comes into Sikaman.
Now the Ministry has warned foreigners not to take the country’s commitment to its obligations under the various conditions as a sign of weakness or a source for the abuse of her hospitality.
“Ghana will not tolerate any such abuse,” Nii Okaija Adamafio, the Interior Minister said, baring his teeth and twitching his little moustache. He was inaugurating the Ghana Refugee and Immigration Service Boards.
He said some foreigners come in as tourists, investors, consultants, skilled workers or refugees. Others come as ‘charlatans, adventurers or plain criminals. “
Yes, there are many criminals among them. Our courts have tried a good number of them for fraud and misconduct.
It is time we welcome only those who would come and invest or tour and go back peacefully and not those whose criminal intentions are well-hidden but get exposed in due course of time.
This article was first published on Saturday March 14, 1998
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Decisions have consequences
In this world, it is always important to recognise that every action or decision taken, has consequences.
It can result in something good or bad, depending on the quality of the decision, that is, the factors that were taken into account in the decision making.
The problem with a bad decision is that, in some instances, there is no opportunity to correct the result even though you have regretted the decision, which resulted in the unpleasant outcome.
This is what a friend of mine refers to as having regretted an unregretable regret. After church last Sunday, I was watching a programme on TV and a young lady was sharing with the host, how a bad decision she took, had affected her life immensely and adversely.
She narrated how she met a Caucasian and she got married to him. The white man arranged for her to join him after the marriage and processes were initiated for her to join her husband in UK. It took a while for the requisite documentation to be procured and during this period, she took a decision that has haunted her till date.
According to her narration, she met a man, a Ghanaian, who she started dating, even though she was a married woman.
After a while her documents were ready and so she left to join her husband abroad without breaking off the unholy relationship with the man from Ghana.
After she got to UK, this man from Ghana, kept pressuring her to leave the white man and return to him in Ghana. The white man at some point became a bit suspicious and asked about who she has been talking on the phone with for long spells, and she lied to him that it was her cousin.
Then comes the shocker. After the man from Ghana had sweet talked her continuously for a while, she decided to leave her husband and return to Ghana after only three weeks abroad.
She said, she asked the guy to swear to her that he would take care of both her and her mother and the guy swore to take good care of her and her mother as well as rent a 3-bedroom flat for her. She then took the decision to leave her husband and return to Ghana.
She told her mum that she was returning to Ghana to marry the guy in Ghana. According to her, her mother vigorously disagreed with her decision and wept.
She further added that her mum told her brother and they told her that they were going to tell her husband about her intentions.
According to her, she threatened that if they called her husband to inform him, then she would commit suicide, an idea given to her by the boyfriend in Ghana.
Her mum and brother afraid of what she might do, agreed not to tell her husband. She then told her husband that she was returning to Ghana to attend her Grandmother’s funeral.
The husband could not understand why she wanted to go back to Ghana after only three weeks stay so she had to lie that in their tradition, grandchildren are required to be present when the grandmother dies and is to be buried.
She returned to Ghana; the flat turns into a chamber and hall accommodation, the promise to take care of her mother does not materialise and generally she ends up furnishing the accommodation herself. All the promises given her by her boyfriend, turned out to be just mere words.
A phone the husband gave her, she left behind in UK out of guilty conscience knowing she was never coming back to UK.
Through that phone and social media, the husband found out about his boyfriend and that was the end of her marriage.
Meanwhile, things have gone awry here in Ghana and she had regretted and at a point in her narration, was trying desperately to hold back tears. Decisions indeed have consequences.
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