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Abandoned projects: Ghana’s monument to neglect (Part 2)
Last week, I wrote about how successive governments abandon on-going projects, either initiated by a previous administration, or by the party in power itself.
The projects span various spheres of national development such as health and educational facilities, housing schemes, sports infrastructure, roads and highways, among other things.
For starters, I cited the abandonment of the $200 – million Saglemi Affordable Housing Scheme at Prampram, as a classic example of a monument to neglect.
By that I mean Ghana’s notorious tendency to waste our scarce resources by pumping vast sums of money into projects already investigated and certified feasible, only to discontinue them, sometimes even when almost completed.
The 300-acre Saglemi project initiated by the previous NDC regime comprises a 5000-unit residential facility to accommodate middle and low-income earners within Accra and its environs and reduce the housing deficit in the metropolis.
When the NPP took over from the NDC in 2016, the first phase of the project, consisting of 180 blocks of flats with 1,500 residential units, had already been completed at the cost of $200 million. But to date, no allocations of the completed flats has been made.
The ruling government’s explanation is that it has detected evidence of financial impropriety in procurement as well as inconsistencies in contract documents handed over to it by the previous administration.
Meanwhile, the workers for whom the project was undertaken, continue to wallow in squalid living conditions while the buildings deteriorate at a fast rate.
Whatever the problem, and for the sake of the beneficiaries, is there no way allocations can be made while investigations into allegations of financial malfeasance are conducted?
This week I continue with another project which can be rightly categorised as a monument to neglect. I am referring to the Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology (KNUST) Teaching Hospital.
The project was initiated in 2007 by the university’s College of Architecture and Planning with support from the Ghana Education Trust Fund (GETFund) under the auspices of former president J.A. Kufuor.
The university banked on its internally-generated funds and donor support to raise enough money to supplement government’s contribution.
However, the project did not begin until 2008. Amid much fanfare, the Asantehene, Otumfuo Osei Tutu who is the Chancellor of KNUST, cut the sod for the $125-millionwork to begin in earnest.
The 800-bed capacity hospital, was expected to be one of the leading medical training and healthcare facilities in the country, to enable patients to access the facility towards easing the unnecessary pressure on other health facilities in the Ashanti Regional capital of Kumasi.
Apart from providing health care services, the project was also expected to serve as a teaching, research, and training facility for health and allied professionals critically needed for efficient health service delivery in the country and beyond.
Covering a land area of some 71 acres, the project, which is sited at Boadi in the Oforikrom Municipality, has among its features, a cardiothoracic and neurosurgical centre, a diagnostic unit and laboratory, morgue, administration and Out-Patient-Department (OPD) blocks, wards, security post, effluent chambers as well as a laundry unit.
It was expected to be completed in six years which should have been 2014, with the first phase comprising the administration block and facilities required to kick-start operations projected to be ready for use within two years.
But after the superstructure was only partially completed, this very important project was abandoned due to inadequate inflows from the KNUST’s internally generated funds and external donors. For that reason, the project has remained stalled for over a decade. What?
Do we not have any sense of urgency? Where do our national priorities lie? How can we sacrifice so beneficial a programme as improved health care for the people with the unjustifiable excuse that we do not have money?
But we have money for other useless ventures that serve the parochial interests of advocates of such projects. Even if other constituencies have overwhelming comparative advantage for the siting of certain projects, some unscrupulous players in government, would scheme and pull all kinds of tricks to have them situated in areas that would ensure personal dividends. For them the end justifies the means.
It took repeated reminders from the Asantehene to get the project resumed, as it were, only recently. About four years ago, that is, in 2018, at the 52nd graduation ceremony of the university, attended by the then Minister of Education, Matthew Opoku Prempeh, the monarch urged the government to release funds to ensure the completion of the project
Then, two years later in 2020, during the investiture of Professor Rita Akosua Dickson as the new Vice-Chancellor of KNUST, Otumfuo repeated his concerns about the neglect of the project in the presence of President Nana Addo Dankwa Akufo-Addo.
The Akans have a time-tested proverb that, if you want to communicate with God, just speak into the air. That is the wisdom Otumfuo applied, and it worked.
In an urgent and emotional direct appeal to the President, Otumfuo Osei Tutu said: “I have written a series of letters to the Ministry of Finance and to the office of His Excellency the President, but it appears no action has since been taken.”
“The KNUST,” he said, “has been very instrumental in the development of the country’s health systems and the completion of this facility will go a long way to contribute to the sustenance of such support…The time to act is now!” the Asantehene stressed.
In response, President Akufo-Addo assured that the project would be completed soon, saying that the tenure of the new Vice-Chancellor would be marked by the construction of the teaching hospital which is so dear to the heart of the Asantehene and the university community.
Another Ghanaian proverb in Akan says: “Treeeeeempoantremu a, wosekoko?” This loosely translates to: “Even when you poured it (maybe milk or any other drink) liberally, it was not sufficient for me, how much less would mere squeezes of drops suffice?
My point is, for over a decade the first phase which was supposed to be completed in six years did not reach anywhere.
Now the president says very soon the first phase will be completed. My Nigerian friends would say, “OK ooo, we shall see.”Not that I do not believe it. It is just too good to be true. Besides, my fear stems from that favourite word of politicians- soon. That is the snag. Why not put a timeline on it for us to be sure?
Probably, it will work this time. In fact, in 2021, the Government, according to the Asantehene, in response to his numerous appeals, initiated moves by releasing funds for the continuation of the project.
Media reports have quoted the Asantehene as saying that information available to him indicated that the first phase of the KNUST Teaching Hospital project would be completed by October 2022.
Otumfuo Osei Tutu revealed that government had already resumed construction works on the project, adding that the government had also made the necessary provisions for the second phase of the project in this year’s budget.
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By Tony Prempeh
When the floodwaters swept through parts of Ghana on Monday, June 29, they carried away more than furniture and household belongings. They washed away years of hard work, children’s school books, market goods, and family savings and, tragically, claimed lives.
For the families that lost loved ones, no amount of assistance can replace the pain of the silence left behind by someone who got lost during the torrential rains.
For many other survivors, the ordeal did not end when the rains stopped, but rather will have the Herculean task of rebuilding their lives from almost nothing.
Mothers searched through debris for anything they could salvage. Children stood quietly beside damaged homes, unsure of when life would return to normal. Traders who lost their wares stared helplessly at soaked goods that represented their only source of income.
This is the situation whenever it rains continuously for hours, yet, once the waters recede, many of the behaviours that contribute to these disasters return.
Drains once cleared become clogged with plastic waste. Waterways are treated as dumping sites, while buildings continue to spring up on wetlands and natural drainage channels.
Effects on women, children
For many women, particularly market traders, farmers and owners of small businesses, the floods had erased years of hard work in a matter of hours.
Merchandise have been destroyed, equipment damaged, and incomes disappear overnight.
With many women working in the informal sector and having limited financial protection, recovery is often slow and difficult.
Beyond the economic losses, women frequently carry the added burden of caring for their families during and after disasters. They clean flood-damaged homes, care for children, older relatives and the sick, secure food and water under difficult circumstances, and help restore a sense of normalcy while coping with their own trauma.
Children are equally vulnerable. Floods disrupt their education by damaging schools and making roads impassable. Many children are displaced from their homes, exposing them to health risks, emotional distress and unsafe living conditions.
For children from already vulnerable households, a flood has deepened poverty and interrupted their development in ways that last long after the waters have receded.
Human activities
The scale of destruction witnessed during floods is often magnified by human behaviour.
Drains designed to carry storm water are clogged with plastic waste, discarded household items and other refuse.
Wetlands and natural waterways are encroached upon through unplanned development, leaving floodwaters with nowhere to go.
Although floods affect everyone in their path, women and children often suffer the greatest consequences.
Climate Change
Climate change has made rainfall more intense and unpredictable, but it is the actions of humans that often turn heavy rains into humanitarian disasters.
As the nation reflects on the devastation caused by the recent floods, one question demands urgent attention: How much of this destruction could have been prevented?
Climate change and increasingly intense rainfall are undeniable factors, the uncomfortable truth is that many of these disasters are worsened by human actions.
Choked drains, indiscriminate waste disposal and the encroachment on waterways continue to turn heavy rains into avoidable tragedies.
Climate change has undoubtedly increased the frequency and intensity of extreme weather events, but it is only one part of the story.
UNICEF report
These concerns are reflected in UNICEF’s Children’s Climate Risk Report 2026, which warns that hundreds of millions of children worldwide face multiple climate hazards, including flooding.
According to the report, climate-related disasters threaten children’s health, education, nutrition and protection, with children in vulnerable communities facing the greatest risks.
The report also highlights how existing inequalities often compound the impact of climate emergencies on women and children.
Floodwaters contaminated by waste also increase the risk of outbreaks of cholera, typhoid, diarrhoea and malaria. Pregnant women, nursing mothers, young children, older persons and people living with disabilities are particularly susceptible to these health threats.
United Nations (UN) Women notes that women and children are often disproportionately affected by climate-related disasters because they are more likely to experience poverty, carry greater caregiving responsibilities and have fewer resources to recover from disasters.
When floods destroy livelihoods, existing inequalities become even more pronounced. The painful truth is that many of these losses are avoidable.
Way forward
No drainage system, regardless of how well designed, can function effectively if it is filled with refuse. No flood prevention programme can succeed if wetlands continue to be reclaimed for construction or if sanitation regulations are ignored.
Preventing floods is therefore not the responsibility of government alone. It requires a collective commitment from every citizen.
Proper waste disposal, regular community clean-up exercises, respect for planning regulations and the protection of waterways are simple but powerful actions that can save lives.
Government must equally strengthen waste management systems, enforce environmental and building regulations without compromise, invest in climate-resilient infrastructure and ensure that disaster preparedness and response strategies address the specific needs of women, children and other vulnerable groups.
The United Nations Office for Disaster Risk Reduction has repeatedly emphasised that reducing disaster risk is far less costly than responding to disasters after they occur.
Investing in prevention, strengthening institutions and promoting responsible environmental practices remain among the most effective ways of protecting lives and livelihoods.
The recent floods should serve as more than another headline. They should be a national wake-up call.
Climate change may be beyond the control of any one individual, but how we treat our environment is not. Every plastic bottle thrown into a drain, every illegal structure erected on a waterway and every act of indiscriminate dumping contributes to a cycle of destruction that claims lives and undermines national development.
If Ghana is to break that cycle, environmental responsibility must become a shared national value.
By Esinam Jemima Kuatsinu
One more wedding. That’s what she’d told herself. Her portrait studio was already up and running, and she was done with the traveling and the fourteen-hour days and the family drama. Just one last wedding.
Jacqui checked the time on her phone for the umpteenth time and inhaled deeply. Screw it, the mindful breathing wasn’t cutting it. She caught the bartender’s eye. “Whiskey, please. Neat.”
She normally never drank at weddings–at least not until she clocked off. But this uncertainty was doing her head in.
She shouldn’t have agreed to the job, but it was Celia. Plus the new studio lights were expensive, and the groom was minted. Like, banking-money minted. This wedding was leaking money, from the exclusive manor-hotel venue with its manicured lawns, uniformed staff, open bar, to Celia’s dress, which Jacqui knew had been a gift from the groom’s corporate lawyer father. Celia had whispered that it cost “two months’s rent.” Who knew how much that might mean.
Plus, she’d known Celia since grammar school in Cork. It would be like turning down family; she’d never have heard the end of it.
But then Celia had moved the wedding back two hours, and now Jacqui was screwed. She let the whiskey slide down her throat and its warmth seep up her spine.
How the hell to explain to a bride that you couldn’t take pictures during golden hour because of magic.
She should have cancelled.
The last time Jacqui had shot a wedding at golden hour, the bride’s politician brother had appeared in every picture with a blurred mouth. He was arrested a week later on corruption charges, and every paper in the country had run headlines using the word ‘liar.’ Before that, it had been her own cousin’s university graduation, where he’d appeared transparent around the edges in every photo. A year later he’d abandoned medical school and cut ties with the family. Was now living in New Zealand, a diving instructor.
Jacqui never knew what truth might be revealed, or how cryptic or obvious it would be. She only knew she didn’t want the knowledge.
Curse the golden hour. And curse whichever social media wedding influencer Celia was following who had no doubt insisted the perfect wedding had to have flawless photos taken in the purest light, so her skin would look magazine-cover exquisite.
Oh, this was nuts. Why wasn’t she at home on her couch with Andy and Luna, drinking pinot and watching something benign on telly? Maybe Ted Lasso or even Breaking Bad. Something old. Something with an ending she already knew.
The wedding planner was even now corralling the families towards the manor’s water feature. It would be fine if there was a chance in hell it would take less than twenty minutes to herd them all to one place, but wedding party guests were basically cats when it came to organisation. Even now they were milling around, new ones wandering off as lost ones returned.
Celia appeared on the grass, framed by the pristine white french doors of the bar area, which led onto the lawn. Gorgeous. And sweet. Did not deserve what was coming.
What might be coming? Jacqui liked the revised verb. Surely there had to be a chance that it wouldn’t happen again. Surely. Oh, quit kidding yourself. This had happened too many times to pretend and in too many different contexts. The magic worked on any camera, fancy or plain, expensive or crap.
Out there on the green, Celia was clearly at her wits’ end, searching for wayward relatives. It would be the twenty-somethings. Since they weren’t here at the bar, they were either at the hotel lounge, or in some corner having a sneaky spliff.
The bride looked to her right, just at that moment, still framed beautifully, the golden hour just about to make its glorious appearance and transform the light into magic, figuratively. And literally.
Jacqui raised her water glass and Celia returned an exasperated smile just as Gavin joined her. As the couple spoke, heads bent towards each other, love clear on both faces, Jacqui raised her phone and snapped a shot. Heart pounding, she checked the image.
On the screen, Celia was kissing air. The groom had vanished.
There on the grass, solid and substantial; in the photo, absent.
In the years since this golden hour trouble had started, she’d seen lies, grief, ghosts and once a man whose shadow walked three feet ahead of him. She’d never seen a bride or groom simply disappear.
“Bollocks.”
The bartender raised her eyebrows and tilted her head towards the whiskey, suggesting another drink.
“I wish. But no, thanks.”
Maybe she could fake a robbery of all her cameras. At least for an hour. She played the scenario out in her head: she’d exit the main bar carrying all her gear, and then come back moments later claiming a theft? Right.
She could feign illness. Some kind of sickness so debilitating that she couldn’t hold out for one hour…like a heart attack? Cue: a lifetime of guilt. Celia’s father had died of a heart attack. No, Jacqui couldn’t take the entire wedding down like that.
There was always the truth. After all, Celia’d grown up in Cork, where every family possessed at least one story nobody could quite explain. But no. This was her husband, and her wedding day.
Perhaps she should check again. Jacqui slid off her barstool and approached the french doors. From the threshold, she snapped a few more of the crowd. Several of Gavin, specifically, who looked perfect in this flood of golden light.
She swiped through. There he was in the ceremony, saying his vows, holding the ring, kissing the bride, and walking up the aisle afterwards. All present and correct. But another swipe and there they all were, the whole wedding party, outside–all but Gavin. The groom was missing. Double bollocks.
Scanning the shots, in case some additional disaster had yet to reveal itself to her, it didn’t appear that any other guests were affected. Thank Hecate for that.
“I know it’s getting late. We’re almost ready, I swear.”
Jacqui jolted. It was Celia, who’d approached on stealthy-bride Manolos.
“Oh–Hey. It’s fine. It’s nothing. Take your time.”
“Is everything alright? Your expression…are the photos okay?”
The eagerness in her bright blue eyes belied the question. Celia didn’t actually believe anything would be wrong with the pictures. This wasn’t even the right camera, just a phone. All the good, important shots would be on the expensive gear. “Totally fine! I was just checking–reading a text. All good.”
Celia nodded. “Honestly, I’m losing my patience. I’m giving them five more minutes and then they just won’t be in the family photos. You know?”
Jacqui stretched her lips into a smile she didn’t feel. Wished for another whiskey to appear in her hand. Why didn’t the magic happen like that? Why with the damn photos?
“Jacqui, you look just like you did on the day Sean Ryan asked you to the Winter Dance. What aren’t you telling me?” Celia stepped closer, with laser focus on Jacqui’s screen. “Those are photos of today. Show me.”
She took the phone and peered at it. Frowned. Swiped. Swiped again, and again. Her frown deepened.
Jacqui winced. “I–”
“Odd.” She swiped further back and paused. “He’s here.”
“Yeah.” “But not here.”
Jacqui shook her head.
“It’s funny…” But Celia didn’t finish the thought. She handed Jacqui the phone and waved at the bartender. “Two whiskeys, please.”
“Bless you.”
“This is–” Celia bit her lip. “Come on.”
She marched to the bar, and Jacqui had no choice but to follow, grasping for something– anything–to say to explain the void.
“Do you know what it means?” Celia handed Jacqui a lowball tumbler.
“No.” She shook her head with more certainty than she felt. “It’s the time of day. Something about this light reveals…something. I can’t even say ‘truth.’ Because I just don’t know.”
Celia sipped her drink, thoughtful, eyes on the lawn on the other side of the french doors, where the wedding planner was gesturing like a demented traffic warden. “They’ll be waiting. I have to go back out there.” She remained seated.
Jacqui tossed back her drink in one gulp. “We have to.” She savored the whiskey’s burn. This wasn’t the reaction she’d expected. Celia was still staring at the scene on the lawn, at Gavin. Maybe he wasn’t the doting fiance Jacqui assumed. Maybe Celia had already suspected that something wasn’t as it should be. An illness. Or an affair. Maybe she’d already spent months imagining a future without him.
“You should go. I’ll grab my gear.”
Celia glided across the room in that Tuula Tatsuki sheath and those Manolo Blahnik stilettos, framed in gold by the light, which was even now changing. Darkening.
Perhaps the Golden Hour had passed. Maybe the danger was over.
Jacqui slipped her phone in her pocket and slung her bag over her shoulder. As she walked towards the lawn, she saw Celia take her place next to her husband, and Gavin look down at her with love. Celia didn’t look back. The light changed to blue.
The warmth of the whiskey evaporated as a chill ran straight up her spine. – Source:reedsy.com
