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Mr. Big Stuff
In 1971, American singer, Jean Knight, released her hit single, Mr. Big Stuff. The lyrics say in part: “Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff; you’re never gonna get my love. Now, because you wear all those fancy clothes (oh yeah), and have a big fine car, oh yes you do now; do you think I can afford to give you my love (oh yeah)? You think you’re higher than every star above, Mr. Big Stuff! Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff? You’re never gonna get my love ……’cause when I give my love, I want love in return (oh yeah), Now I know this is a lesson Mr. Big Stuff you haven’t learned. Mr. Big Stuff, tell me, who do you think you are?
The song speaks of an amorous relationship gone bad because the man gives himself some airs and graces after his social status improves. But it also describes the irritatingly abominable streak of egotism inherent in most Ghanaian politicians. Just as Mr. Big Stuff feels he is higher than every star, these officials think they are above the supreme law of the land (Constitution). Sometimes, they behave as proudly as Lucifer did. Yes, Lucifer wanted to establish his throne over and above God’s. And if you fail to pay obeisance to these megalomaniacs, their ego is bruised badly and they seek revenge by “changing your situation” using various tools, including transfers as we found out from events in Takoradi.
The aberration dates back to the days of yore. Ghanaian folklore relates the story of Krobo Edusei, one time, Minister of the Interior under Nkrumah’s administration. He paid a working visit to a certain region where a police officer had earned rave reviews for his sense of integrity and professionalism. But he courted the displeasure and disdain of some members of the ruling CPP in the area, peeved that he would not play ball with them when they broke the law, which they did often just as present-day political folk also do. So, they reported his “bad conduct” to Krobo Edusei.
At a durbar, the police officer was pointed out to the minister. While he addressed the people, Krobo Edusei said in the twi language: “Hei, Papa polisi, nea woy3 no nyina, mate. MekՉ sremu aba. M3ba no, naw’ayi mataade3 abobՉagu me hՉ.”This translates to: “Look here, policeman, I have heard all that you are doing here. I am travelling to the North. Put off my uniform and fold it nicely for me to pick it on my return,” suggesting he owned the police uniform. Of course, he was not going to come back anytime soon. It was a display of clout to publicly shame and threaten the policeman to stop “messing” with party people. Sounds familiar?
In 2014, the then DCE of Ahafo Ano South in the Ashanti Region, Mr. Gabriel Barimah, threw a tantrum and stormed out of a programme after he overheard someone in the audience making an interjection while he was addressing a meeting attended by chiefs, government officials, health workers and some town folk, among others.
While the people were all ears for news beneficial to them, the DCE turned attention to himself, bragging, perhaps, in a veiled reference to someone he thought envied his office, that he, as the DCE, rather than somebody else, had been offered the platform to speak and grace the occasion. What did those effusions have to do with the programme? Someone not the least enthused about the speech, could not stomach the nonsense and shouted “Tweaa!” an interjection that can mean, “to hell with your statement.” In a fit of uncontrollable rage, Mr. Barimah demanded: “Who said tweaa?”
He stormed out of the programme, repeating questions like: “Are you my co-equal?” “Am I your friend?” “Why did you say tweaa?” Then, he returned momentarily and declared: “Take your programme. I am not talking again. I have handed my speech,” [sic]. Just because he was challenged, he childishly and impudently snubbed everybody at the meeting as if they did not exist. In his estimation, there was no one as important as himself. He was suspended but reinstated after some intervention by party members. What made him assume that in his jurisdiction, his word was law, or that he had a licence for autocracy? Mr. Big Stuff, who do you think you are?
The latest in the line of arrogant politicians competing for a dishonourable mention in the nation’s hall of shame, is the MCE of Sekondi-Takoradi, Mr Abdul-Mumin Issah. On Wednesday, February 2, he exhibited gross abuse of political power by spewing unprintable (words) against a police officer at a checkpoint, and even threatening to beat him to death if he dared him. The severity and bitterness of temper with which the mayor spoke showed a palpable demonstration of the presumed power and might of some political appointees in Ghana. The officer’s only crime was insisting that for orderliness to prevail at the checkpoint, the MCE’s vehicle should join the queue like any other to be properly cleared to move.
This was after the mayor allegedly drove dangerously and carelessly while approaching the checkpoint at the Kwesimintsim cemetery in an attempt to drive past the queue. A police officer in charge of the operation, identified as Inspector Sarfo Andrews, detained him, and told him he had called for the patrol team to come and handle the matter. Mr. Issah went ballistic, breathing fire and brimstone, and insisting that as the MCE, he had the right to just drive past without submitting to any check, and that the police could not treat him like any other citizen. I do not know where he found it in the statute books that the police should recognise that a mayor is above the law. Mr. Big Stuff, who do you think you are?
An exchange of words ensued during which the MCE told the officer he was stupid, ugly and many more. “I will change your situation…I will send you to Enchi,” (that is, on transfer), as if that town were inhabited by beasts of prey. Unfazed by the MCE’s threats, Inspector Andrews called his bluff with accurate, intelligent reasoning that exposed the mayor’s scant capacity for scholarship, etiquette, and leadership as well as earn respect and commendation for the police. Those who charge the police officer with insubordination should not forget the Akan proverb: “S3 wone kraman di agoro a, Չtafrew’ano, to wit “If you play with a dog, it will definitely kiss your mouth.”What did you expect from the officer when the mayor displayed such brazen incivility towards him?
Meanwhile, President Akufo-Addo has swiftly suspended the MCE for his misconduct while the police have also processed him for court charged on three counts of assault of a public officer, offensive conduct conducive to breaches of the peace and disturbing the peace in a public place contrary to Sections 205, 207 and 298 respectively, of the Criminal and Other Offences Act of 1960, Act 29.
In another development, the youth of Enchi, aggrieved by the disparaging remark made against their town by Mr. Issah, are reported to have asked him to apologise and retract his statement or face further action. But, rather unashamedly, the embattled mayor has issued a statement promising that the whole truth will come out. What exactly he meant by that is not clear because the whole encounter was captured by the smart policeman and posted on social media for all to judge for themselves. He must be told that truth is absolute and there is nothing like alternative truth. He might have some interesting ideas, but nothing can obscure the essential truth portrayed vividly by the viral video.
Mr. IGP, Dr George Akuffo Dampare, your determination to transform policing in Ghana is already showing results. Your leadership by example such as your reported obedience of traffic laws even when movement is at a snail’s pace, undoubtedly influenced Inspector Andrews to apply the rule without fear or favour. I trust your sense of rectitude will prompt you to “mention” the gallant officer “in dispatches.”
While swearing in his appointees on the first day of his presidency, US President, Joe Biden, gave them a grim and straightforward warning: Show respect to all or I will fire you.“I am not joking when I say this, if you are ever working with me and I hear you treat another colleague with disrespect… talk down to someone, I promise you I will fire you on the spot,” he emphasised. “On the spot. No ifs, ands or buts. Everybody… everybody is entitled to be treated with decency and dignity,” he added.
“The only thing I expect with absolute certitude is honesty and decency — the way you treat one another, the way you treat the people you deal with. And I mean that sincerely,…Remember: The people don’t work for us. We work for the people. I work for the people. They pay my salary. They pay your salary. They put their faith in you. I put my own faith in you. And so, we have an obligation,” Mr. Biden stressed.
This is the plain truth that all the narcissists parading as tin gods should know and apply. Otherwise, Mr. President, take a cue from your US colleague. Fire them!
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BY TONY PREMPEH
Walk into any supermarket in Accra, Kumasi, or Tamale today, and you will see the modern Ghanaian diet packaged as ‘progress.’ You will see breakfast cereals with cartoon mascots, fruit drinks that are mostly sugar and colour, and snacks promising energy and happiness in bright fonts.
Even products loaded with salt and unhealthy fats often wear a health halo labeled as fortified or natural, while the real nutritional risk is hidden in tiny print on the back. This is not just a consumer inconvenience; it is a public health blind spot. Ghana is living through a silent surge of non-communicable diseases (NCDs) like hypertension, diabetes, and stroke.
These conditions quietly drain household income and steal productive years. According to the Ghana Health Service (GHS) and World Health Organisation (WHO) estimates, NCDs are now responsible for nearly 45 per cent of all deaths in Ghana.
We cannot build a healthy nation on a food environment designed to confuse people at the point of purchase. Ghana must mandate simple front-of-pack warning labels (FOPWL) on high-sugar, high-salt, and high-fat packaged foods because consumers deserve truth at a glance, and industry must be pushed to reformulate.
Why Back-of-Pack Labels Are Not Enough
In theory, consumers can read nutrition panels. In reality, most Ghanaians shop under pressure, limited time, rising prices, and children tugging at their sleeves. The back label is a relic that requires a high cognitive load to interpret—essentially, the seller knows what is inside, but the buyer cannot easily tell.
This ‘information asymmetry’ is not fair. It is not consumer choice when the information needed to choose well is deliberately difficult to find.
Simple warning labels like the black octagons used in the Chilean Model act as a ‘stop-and-think’ nudge. They do not ban products but they simply tell the truth so people can decide.
Reshaping Our Food Environment
A generation ago, Ghana’s meals were mostly home-prepared, like kenkey and banku with soups and stews. Today, ultra-processed foods have become the norm, especially in urban areas. Children are growing up with sugary drinks and salty snacks as everyday items, not occasional treats.
If Ghana is serious about prevention, we must act where decisions are made—thus, the shelf. Warning labels protect parents from sugar traps and pressure the market to improve. When warning labels are mandatory, manufacturers start to compete to make healthier recipes to avoid the stigma of the label.
Addressing the Pushback
Industry will argue that labels create fear or that education alone is enough. However, health education is slow; labels work immediately. While the informal street food sector is a challenge, regulating pre-packaged goods is the practical starting point because the supply chain is traceable. We cannot wait until the whole system is perfect; we must start where action is feasible.
A 2026 Implementation Roadmap for Ghana
To move from talk to action, Ghana needs this 5-step plan:
- Issue mandatory regulation: The Ministry of Health, Food and Drug Authority (FDA), and Ghana Standards Authority (GSA) must define the label format and nutrient thresholds for all pre-packaged foods.
- Simple, bold symbols: Use plain language and clear symbols, such as “HIGH IN SUGAR,” designed for busy families, not experts.
- Transparent thresholds: Adopt technically defensible standards adapted to the Ghanaian diet.
- Transition and enforce: Provide a 12–18 month period for manufacturers to reformulate, followed by firm enforcement at ports and retail centers.
- National literacy campaign: The Ghana Health Service must pair labels with public messages explaining why high salt or sugar increases disease risk.
Conclusion: Truth Is Not a Luxury
Prevention is cheaper than treatment. A warning label costs little compared to the price of dialysis, stroke rehabilitation, or lifelong diabetes complications. A black octagon on a box of biscuits is more than a label; it is a shield for the health of all Ghanaians. It is time to put the truth where we can see it, right on the front.
By Abigail Amoah Sarfo
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Natives of the Kenkey Kingdom were mad with joy. They were still recovering from the hangover of the kingdom’s loss of the African Cup when their spirits were rekindled. Their great warrior, Zoom Zoom, stormed Melbourne and made sure that every Australian refused food. And that was after he had drawn contour lines on the face of their idol, Jeff Fenech.
Not only did the terrible warrior transform Old Boy Jeff’s face into a contour map useful for geography lessons, but he also accomplished the feat of retaining the much-envied super-kenkeyweight title against all odds. The warrior had not been eating hot kenkey for nothing.
The Fight Against Fenech
When Jeff Fenech bit the dust in the eighth round, I was tempted to consider if Adanko Deka could not have faced him in any twelve-rounder, title or non-title bout. Adanko has improved tremendously, and soon he would be facing Pernell Whitaker.
Sincerely, I was pessimistic about Azumah’s man, who the last time took him through twelve grueling rounds of rough boxing. I expressed my fears to my colleague Christian Abbew, alias Gbonyo, who surprisingly had total confidence that the Australian brawler would fall, predictably in Round Five.
Gbonyo gave reasons for his contention, all of which I counteracted using the age factor. Fact is, I didn’t know that contrary to the laws of nature, Azumah was all the time growing younger.
When Fenech fell briefly in round one, I asked my brother whether it was the same Fenech that fought Azumah in Las Vegas. Sure, it was the same Fenech, all out to beat Azumah before his countrymen.
But the African Professor had no intention of making the Australian a hero. As he spun round the desperate Aussie, dancing and stinging out his jabs, it was not too long before I realized that the end was near.
The Eighth Round Showdown
Two minutes into the eighth round, the African ring-master proved to the whole world that he was a true son of Bukom. He himself was cornered, but like the tough nut he is, he managed to break free before overwhelming the panting Australian with several blows that made him crash headlong.
Moments after, the referee, expressing fatherly sympathy, stopped the fight to prevent an obituary. After the ordeal, Fenech’s fairly handsome face was full of newly constructed hills, valleys, ox-bow lakes—whatever. I noticed that his nose was very tired and had a miniature volcano sitting restlessly on it. Obviously, Jeff’s wife will have to nurse that nose back to its normal shape—but I’d advise her not to use iodine, otherwise her dear husband will wail like a banshee.
Reflections on Boxing
Because Mohammed Ali was the kind of boxer kids liked, many school-going kids often entertained the wish of becoming like him. I remember one day when I told my father I wanted to become a boxer, and he advised me to first complete my education to the highest level. Then, if I decided to become a boxer and was knocked out a couple of times, I’d fall back on my degrees and make a living.
Boxing used to be interesting when bouts were fought more with the mouth and tongue than with gloves. You had to brag well, psychologically belittling your opponent before beating him up physically. Mohammed Ali became a very successful pugilist because he also managed to become a poet. He often blew his horn across America, calling himself the “pretty boxer” and opponents like Joe Frazier “the gorilla.”
Ali made a living fighting hard fists like Joe Frazier, Ken Norton, Jerry Quarry, George Foreman, Leon Spinks, and Trevor Berbick. Twice he came back from retirement to fight just for money. It was Larry Holmes who finally pensioned him, and since then the great Ali has never been himself.
The Path Ahead for Azumah
When Azumah nailed Jeff Fenech on the cross and barked almost immediately that he was after the head of Pernell Whitaker, I was happy but concerned. I would have been happier if he had announced his resignation there and then—he would have been more of a hero. Beating Fenech in Australia is more newsworthy than facing Whitaker in the States.
With Whitaker, it might be a little difficult. The “Sweet Pea” is agile, has a crooked body like a snake with diarrhea, and stands awkwardly as a southpaw. He is known for having the fastest pair of fists and the rare ability to dodge punches no matter how close they may be.
Much as I do not doubt that Azumah can take his title, I also don’t want him to retire beaten. I want him to retire as a hero and live a fuller, healthy life.
As Azumah himself said after dishing Fenech, he is now a professor and has something to show for it. Like a true professor, I think it is time he resigned and took up training young talents who could draw inspiration from him and become like him in the future.
Closing Thoughts
I must say that although ageing boxers like Larry Holmes and George Foreman are making a name for themselves, boxing is not like the Civil Service, where you can even change your age and retire at 74. Zoom Zoom has delighted the hearts of the natives, and Sikaman will forever hold him in high esteem—but only when he retires as a hero.
This article was first published on Saturday, March 7, 1992.
