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Construction crew or demolition squad? Part 2

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• Let’s work hard together, Ghana

In part one of this article, I recalled the days of yore when Ghanaian pupils in the elementary school studied civics. For the benefit of those who had no idea about the subject, I explained that the course was all about responsibilities and obligations of the citizens of a country, usually categorised into the good and the bad, depending on their behaviour. Then, I inferred that the whole concept boiled down to the idea of the Construction Crew and the Demolition Squad. Beginning with the government, the article dealt with the various instances of injustice that most Ghanaians, especially the rural folk, are made to endure perennially by government after government. I paraphrased George Orwell’s satirical novel – Animal Farm – juxtaposed it with the situation in Ghana and submitted that after independence our motto, Freedom and Justice seems like a mirage. It is still my contention that justice has taken a back seat and the motto has remained, at best, a mere rhetoric. I continue from where I left off.

In the previous article, I asked three questions and I repeat them. Does Animal Farm ring a bell in Africa? Does it sound familiar in Ghana? Do you see those who have now put on airs?

Just a casual glance around the corridors of the Ghanaian society is enough to reveal that themes of Animal Farm continue to reverberate in every aspect of our body politic. Where is the justice when scholarships meant for poor and brilliant students somehow find their way to children of the rich who can afford everything without sweat? I am not talking about free senior high school.

It is on record that the Scholarship Secretariat has now decentralised its operations, initially, to the regional level in the 2018/2019 academic year, and then all the way down to the Metropolitan, Municipal and District levels in the 2019/2020 academic year. Good enough, at least, on paper!

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According to the Secretariat, this has led to “significant strides or achievement in the increase of scholarships awarded to Ghanaian students pursuing higher education in the local tertiary institutions, both public and private. More than thirty thousand (30,000) Ghanaian students in the locally accredited tertiary institutions benefitted from the scheme in the 2019/2020 academic year.”

Now, the question is: How many of those 30,000 scholarships were given to applicants under the categories of Merit Awards, Hardship Awards (that is, for needy but brilliant students), and the Presidential Independence Day Awards? And how many qualified from the districts? Are they not the children of rich politicians and other affluent people in the cities – those with connections – who still benefitted despite the noise about decentralisation?

If the process were transparent, the records would be readily available and easily accessible at the District, Municipal, and Metropolitan Assemblies for all to find. By the way, how many farmers in the villages have even been notified by their respective assemblies that they can access scholarships for their needy but brilliant children who qualify for such grants? Transparency, indeed!

Where is the justice when the rich get richer, and the poor get poorer? Is it not criminal that the poverty-stricken masses are saddled with loads of care in the form of high transportation cost, utility bills and other encumbrances while those who can virtually afford everything get them free of charge? Do not tell me they are the perks that accompany certain positions. The truth is these benefits are just an icing on the cake, yet majority of the citizens do not have any cake to eat at all. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. said, and rightly so, that “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”

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After cajoling the longsuffering masses to vote you into office, whether as Assembly Members, Union Leaders, Members of Parliament, or having been appointed Ministers, do you now behave like Napoleon the pig, (Animal Farm) and think only of your welfare and that of your family?

Are you accessible to your constituents? Can they reach you on your phone? No! And they can neither come to your house because the preventive duty of your trained, wild dog is well defined and noticeably advertised. Under the guise of deterring criminals from attempting any mischief against your property, you have conspicuously hung the sign: “Beware of wild dogs.” In reality, however, it is a coded message directed at perceived intruders from your constituency. The sign echoes an implicit message loudly: “Do not dare to approach this house; you are not welcome here.” How will anyone venture a visit under such circumstance?

These patient citizens live in resource-filled parts of the country yet do not have potable water in this day and age. Their school buildings are dilapidated and at the mercy of the elements. While their gas, oil, gold, bauxite, and other resources are extracted for the collective good of the country, they, as the custodians of these assets, have little or nothing to show for their potential prosperity all these years.

Maybe, the right person is nominated for the position of M.C.E. or D.C.E. to help administer and, hopefully, transform the various constituencies.But as an assembly man or woman, you see the confirmation process as an opportunity to dig gold. You, therefore, insist on a token, a euphemism for bribe, else you would not vote to approve the nominee. Meanwhile, your constituents put you up there to help them get their fair share of the national cake. Where do you belong, the “Construction Crew” or the “Demolition Squad?” What happened to your civics lessons?

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Dear Civil Servant, thank you for all the hard work you put in despite the paltry salary. But I have a problem with those who pretend that somebody’s file is missing only for them to dramatically recover it from the “sinkhole” into which it dropped.

“Eureka! I have found it,” he would exclaim, just after his palms are not only greased, but lubricated well. Otherwise, not even the most powerful laser – Light Amplification by Simulated Emission of Radiation – can track and retrieve the missing document needed urgently to transact legitimate business for the mutual benefit of the client and the nation. This is the modus operandi of the “Demolition Squad.” No nation can develop with this attitude.

Sadly, this brazen exploitation has become so systemic that it has degenerated into a contagion of epidemic proportions permeating every fibre of the Ghanaian society. Just apply for a passport or try to register a company at the Registrar-General’s Department. You may also attempt to obtain a driver’s licence. You would not only understand what I am saying but you would also be amazed at the scope of rottenness prevailing in the system.

Issuance of passports was decentralised decades ago to enable Ghanaians to access travel documents easily, affordably, and speedily. But what was meant to be a division of labour to boost productivity, has evolved into the decentralisation of corruption. In the past only those in Accra had the chance to indulge in the practice. Now, it is “EGLE” – Every Ghanaian Living Everywhere. Did you know that once upon a time there was a political party by that name? Ei! Ghana! Trailblazers in everything!

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Anyway, at the various passport offices spread over the country, they have rates of bribe that applicants must pay before they secure their passports, depending on how badly they need them. The faster you want it, the more you pay. Now that new regions have been created, I would not be surprised if people have started lobbying to be sent there. And why not? After all, the fastest and easiest means to make it in Ghana is ready for grabs.

Mr. Immigration Officer and Matthew, (a customs officer who became Jesus’s disciple), why did you enter these service institutions, to join the Construction Crew or the Demolition Squad? Why do you insist that your pot must be sweetened before you do what you are paid to do? It is no longer a gift if you demand it. It becomes a bribe. Plain and simple! Matthew repented and became, not just a disciple but one of the twelve apostles. Over to you!

A stitch in time saves nine!

Contact: teepeejubilee@yahoo.co.uk

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This sanitation issue!

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Some things do not change in this country.  The rains shall fall in May, and June and even July.  That is out of our control.  It is an act of God and he decides how often and the intensity.  Who are we to question God? 

However, there is something man-made that is gradually becoming something that is also not changing and it is worrying.  A week ago the President initiated a national clean up campaign to address the issue of sanitation in the country, especially in Accra. 

Citizens enthusiastically got involved and engaged in cleaning their environment and other places but afterwards, the issue that is becoming a permanent feature resisting change, reared its ugly head again. 

The rubbish and the silt that were dug out of the drains, were heaped on the shoulders of the drains and left there.  Any little rain will render the whole effort futile because the rubbish and silt will be washed right back into the drains. 

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This is what is not changing in the country and the various assemblies must ensure that this issue is dealt with and must become a thing of the past.

There is the need to engage the citizenry across board, in connection with mindset change, as far as sanitation is concerned.  At this juncture, I must acknowledge the thoughtful initiative of the current crop of Abenfo (i.e. students both present and past) of SUTESCO of Suhum, with support of the school administration for decorating the area under the overpass on the Accra Kumasi highway, near the school, with fascinating paintings.  This is an example worthy of emulation and makes me proud as one of the Abenfo. 

An example not worthy of emulation is an eyesore currently existing behind a cemetery along the Atta Mills link as you branch left, off the main Accra-Cape Coast road at Old barrier and head towards the beach through Aplaku, Bortianor, Oshiyie, Korobite through to Tuba and beyond. 

The drain along the walls of the cemetery also lying astride the road, is choked with silt and rubbish.  This has created a problem near the end of the cemetery wall just before you enter Bortianor. 

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Water has accumulated at that point, creating potholes and also gradually creating a channel across the road, creating a nightmare for motorists using that route.  This route is the main link between parts of Kasoa and the Accra – Cape Coast road and whenever it rains and the Atala stretch of the road is blocked, that is the route most motorists from Kasoa uses.

It is also the route used by tourists going to the beaches along the sea of the towns stretching from Bortianor to Kokrobite and so it does not speak well of us, as a nation at all.

A few days ago, I had to pass through Tema Station, the place where a major clean up exercise was conducted just fews days ago and it was very shocking to see the level of wanton littering that had taken place. 

One begins to wonder if this whole exercise initiated by the President was worth it.  People just do not care and are not willing to change their attitude towards sanitation. 

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We cannot continue like this and to win this battle against insanitary conditions in our environment, the NCCE must be resourced to embark on a serious educational drive.  The MMDCEs must also be held accountable for sanitation lapses in their administrative areas, by making sanitation part of their KPIs among other innovative policies.  This is one of the surest ways to overcome this sanitation challenge confronting us. God bless.

By Laud Kissi-Mensah

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Disqualified — Part 1

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THE discussion lasted only ten minutes. Mr Philip Sampson, Eunice’s father, had asked to see him, and he was led to the sitting room for the first time. Mr Sampson indicated that he should sit down.

‘Yes, Kakraba. I know that you have been, er, friends with Eunice for some months now, and naturally, as her father, I thought it would be important to meet you, and to reach an understanding with you on, er, some basic issues. So, I hear you are a graduate in building technology. Now, tell me about what you do’.

‘Okay. I worked with the Electricity Company for two years after National Service. During that time I interacted with some lawyers and land surveyors on our project sites, so I suggested to some of them that we take some dilapidated buildings in some parts of Accra, rehabilitate them and find new owners. Soon after starting that I got a job as Project Manager with a group of development agencies who are executing projects in the Northern Region, so I have been balancing the two positions’.

‘I see. That sounds like a bold step. So is it going well, financially?’

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‘Well, sir, I absolutely enjoy what I’m doing now. Financially, I would only say that I am a work in progress. A lot of what I’m doing now involves some risk taking, as it involves trust issues with land and property owners.

I am partnering with prominent lawyers and land surveyors, so I am not taking any serious risks. So currently I am doing okay financially, but it will take me some time before I reach the level where I can say I am comfortable financially.’

‘Okay. Now tell me about your parents’.

‘My father was an Agricultural Extension Officer, so we spent some time at several locations with him. He is now enjoying his retirement. And my mother is a retired nurse. I have three elder sisters, all married’.

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‘So you live with your parents?’

‘Yes and no. My dad built his home on one acre at Pokuase, so he gave me one plot, and I have done a three-bedroom house, where I live’.

‘Okay, fine. Thanks for the answers. You see, in addition to my position socially, I spent many years in the diplomatic service, so I’m sure you will understand that I need to ensure that my kids, especially my daughters, maintain suitable relationships. For now I think it is fine that you and Eunice are friends. I’m sure you understand what I mean’.

‘Yes sir. I understand perfectly well.’

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‘Great, okay, that would be all.’

Kakraba stood up, bowed and said thank you to Mr Sampson, and walked to the garden where his girlfriend Eunice, her mother Mrs Elaine Sampson and her two elder sisters, Yvonne and Emma, were seated, busily discussing some dresses being offered for sale online.

‘So,’ Mrs Elaine asked him, ‘you and Daddy had a good discussion?’

‘Yes, Ma. We certainly did. I really appreciate Dad for the discussion. It was really good.’

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‘Great. Although he has met you here on quite a number of occasions, I think it is good that you have met for a chat.’

‘Yes indeed, Ma, and I really appreciate it. So Eunice, I will be on my way. I will call.’

Eunice led him to his car, and after driving off he exhaled and shook his head. Although he had long concluded that Eunice’s family were so snobbish that a future relationship with her would be problematic, this discussion, or was it interrogation, had virtually cancelled any likelihood.

Mr Sampson just told him, in no uncertain terms, that the Sampson family was so prominent and socially connected that a union between his daughter and him was undesirable.

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He had a good relationship with Eunice. They shared some beautiful moments together, and often went out to entertainment joints, often with her three friends Marian, Patricia and Amanda. But Kakraba was often uncomfortable with their preferences.

Eunice regularly spoke about her family’s experiences during her father’s postings in Europe and Asia, and her three friends were always discussing the latest fashion trends, always noting the importance of placing themselves among the best-dressed ladies in town.

Eunice, her mother and siblings had indicated in several ways that he did not quite fit into their social standing. They had only said a mild ‘thank you’ when he brought them a goat or sheep and a generous amount of foodstuffs from the north every month.

But Kakraba did not really take it to heart, because they were quite inexpensive up north. Moreover, he always went to the food market and arranged with the truck drivers for a big package which was picked up by his buddy Paa John and delivered to his family and a few others, including the Sampsons.

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