Chronicles of a Civilian Major: The Pledge

” I promise on my honor to be faithful and loyal…”  So it was. So it is. So it must be. Rather it is ” I promise on my honor to create, loot and share…”   Why should it be so?  Few live in luxury and affluence. Weights have ballooned beyond measure. Water beds are the in thing. V8s minimum and V12s maximum. very soon it will be amphibious vehicles. The quest to accumulate riches overnight. Million dollars by any means necessary.   Mansions will be named. The judiciary is maimed. Where is thy faithfulness and loyalty?

We pledged ourselves to the service of our motherland with ALL our strength and All our heart. Tweeeaaaa. Are you my co-equal? The onus lie on you to the work. What do you have? What have you achieved? What is your level of success? I cannot stoop to your level. You must do all the work. Hey You!!! Get me a massage; you give my feet a pedicure. The impudence of affluence and yet we are blinded that we dare not discern truth from lies. Guess what some lies too are facts. They actually took place. We have allowed ourselves to be blinded by mediocrity, nepotism, greed and selfishness. Add more if I have left out any. It is easy to hide in the forest of the law.

We are not holding in high esteem our heritage won for us. The blood that was spilled is beginning to lose significance even to those at the helm of affairs. The vehicle has broken down. The transmission is shot. We need a complete overhauling of the system. I, The only civilian Major hereby command the Vehicle to fix itself and move. Hehehehehehehe. Like seriously? It has become natural to assuage our pain with jokes at the expense of the people. The very people who refused to vote the leadership into governance. The white wigged people of the land said it was so. Few people deciding for so many? I am not surprised after all only about two million out of twenty-five million inhabitants pay taxes. The baseless argument here is the women and children outnumber the men. Tweeeeaaaaaa  again!!!!

The hardworking people have been relegated to the background. Their toil is not seen. They are also perceived to be rotten because of the rotten tomatoes amongst the lot.  Sad. Seventy year olds are earning degrees.  Young in age are writing about fiftieth anniversaries. Learn from them. People with business acumen cannot do anything because you are strangling them with killer policies. I plead. I plead. NOOOOOOOO!!! It is my right. I will defend Her honor. I will acknowledge those who are doing good.

We are married to our land of birth. Our pledge is our vow. In truth let us uphold it.  Let not the toil of our fathers be in vain. I ask that we rebirth ourselves and recite the The Pledge with meaning. Let us raise high the flag of Ghana; Let us hail the name of Ghana and  God, please bless our homeland Ghana.

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2 thoughts on “Chronicles of a Civilian Major: The Pledge”

  1. Very interesting write up. Sad thing is, it is even creeping into our social clubs. Arrogant bunch, lording it over the people who are ‘quite’ out of respect for the elderly or leaders some of whom are very ‘unrespectable’ and need to be flushed out. Se respect must be earned.

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  2. Don, I love the wordplay on issues that plague the body politic. This is an unapologetic and personalized jeremiad that, interestingly, see light at the end of the tunnel. More power to you, brother.

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