Tag: #SILENTNOISES

This year I wish for not much.

I want to visit my fatherland. A land where one can enjoy what is known as freedom. A land of hospitality beset with lawlessness. A land of enjoyment buoyed by corrupt practices. A country where we have have everything but nothing.

Mr. President though you are bald and beardless, I beseech you to be my Santa.
Despite all the hits and pleas, you have been resolute in your ways. You are the man with steel balls. It means you have the guts. Now do the needful for the people and not yourself or your people.

Mr Santa Prez, all I want this xmas is for you to reduce your ministers by 50 percent.
Enforce the non use of V8s and V12s around town.
Ban foreign travels by all government officials. Afterall, they learn nothing to bring back to the motherland.
Effectively prosecute all who have dipped their hands into the national kitty even if it is you ( eeeeiiii)
Ban the importation of certain produce.
Promote grow and eat, Made in Ghana.
Promote produce and wear, Made in Ghana
Promote manufacture and use, Made in Ghana.
Abolish the foreign trips that generate no results except per diems for individual pockets. Prosecute the men in uniform protecting these “galamseyers” and even the “big men” involved. Please and please, halt the construction of the Cathedral fro now. Yes, for now.
Santa President, make 2022 Xmas a memorable one. Let 2023 hold meaning for the Ghanaian.

I nearly forgot, ask Gabby to take a hike.

Yours sincerely
SilentNoises

Nana, I will give you reverence as the head of the country Ghana and also a man capable of being my father. I will accord you that respect and be disciplined in my diction.

Sir, I will cut straight to the chase and point out that you have failed me. You have failed me as an individual. You have failed me as one who had confidence in you as the savior of Ghana’s economy and delayed growth.

Nana, not only did you murder the economy but you have stymied forever the growth of the country. Right from the onset, the complaints poured in with your appointment of over 110 ministers, some with double deputies. The presidential staff is simply put overpopulated.

Your flagrant abuse of V8s and four wheels drives is just unimaginable; with a vehicle dedicated to carrying a chair? Really?

You never refuted the claims made against you by your political opponents with regard to your taking heavenly baths at astronomical costs to the state.

I will not berate nor lambast you. I will plead with you. You were voted into office for what Ghanaians had seen in you; a vociferous fearless person who would right all the wrongs perpetuated against the people call these years.

Pops, Nana, Wofa, (no your excellency), pardon me but today I want to look you in the face, while standing before you, with tears coming down my face to let you know, that you have let me down. You have destroyed and shattered hopes and dreams and ultimately lives have been lost.

Where there is life, there is hope. Sir, admit to yourself your faults and set things right. Make changes. For the good of the people, for the good of Ghanaians; not for the good of one enclave. I pray that the God for whom you are building a cathedral, touches your head and heart so that the people will prosper socially, economically, financially, physically, mentally, and spiritually.

I remain the messenger

knm

#silentnoises

#reawakenattitudinalthinking

Ghana. Ghana is a beloved country. The country with an anthem line that asks “God to bless our homeland Ghana..’

Ghana is a country that has fluid human resources. Human resources adapt wherever they find their feet. What I find surprising is the inability to use these dynamic human resources for the nation’s good.

Let me start with the polytechnics. After the brouhaha to be converted into tertiary institutions akin to Universities, what has been the outcome? We are still encouraging the writing of lengthy “long essays” that practically mean nothing for the country’s development? How come there have been no projects to benefit the nation?

Now KNUST? A whole engineering campus. Churning out thousands of graduates yearly yet….

I am at my wit’s end.

These politicians/leaders when they do travel, do they leave their eyes behind in Ghana?

Do they leave their analytical lenses behind? The very ones that enable them to size up their political opponents and read them like porn magazines (with alert and scrutiny and bedazzlement )?

Why can’t we expand our road lanes so incoming traffic never meets outgoing traffic? 

Why can’t we utilize the sun for Solar energy?

Why can’t we harness wind power to generate electricity and keep relying on hydro energy and oil and gas?

Why can’t we task our Polytechnics and Engineering Universities to embark on projects beneficial to the nation?

Even to come up with inexpensive materials for housing construction.

I am at my wit’s end.

The leaders are failing us.

I am only a messenger

knm

#Silentnoises

#Rewiringattitudinalthinking

The bane of good leadership is the ability to listen to those around you. You listen to your lieutenants and frontline staff. You address the needs of your customers. In all this, you must find the means to practice discernment as a leader. You must be able to listen to the people and provide accordingly.

In this article, I am tempted to join the ranks of those calling a certain country Umuofia. In all honesty, let me say I will cherish fearless honesty” and call a spade a spade. Thus this piece is about Ghana and its current state.

A few years ago, I penned the poem NPP Psalm 23. I knew that under a NADAA-led government, Ghana was geared to achieve its glory not only in Africa but on the world stage.
Yes, we are no longer spectators but citizens. I walked proudly. I defended with impunity the various appointments because I believed we had the men and the job would be done.
After all, the majority of the men were from the diaspora. I believed they were bringing skills acquired from overseas to build up the nation. I was expecting to see classrooms spring up like mushrooms all over the hinterland; I was expecting an extensive broadband network or fiber optics internet network over the country. I expected collaborations with corporate bodies and religious sects to invest more in health infrastructure and educational infrastructure. I was of hope that Ghana’s educational blueprint would be tuned to that of a modern or cyber century. I was expecting continuance of beneficial projects started by previous governments and credit given where it is due.

Then COVID-19 hit. It was like thunderbolts descending from the skies. It was like a Humpty Dumpty falling off a wall. It was like having runsto and being far from a bathroom. COVID appeared like an Accra rainfall: survival tactics

Free water you said.
Free electricity you said.
The people rejoiced.
Meanwhile, the SHS was free. Walahi, Nana, you do all.

Then one day, as people woke to sounds of healthy pummeling of fufu mortars, amid aromatic smells of okro soup and palm nut soup and Ga kenkey and kpakpo shito, the announcement came like the smell from lavender hills: “you must pay for the water and light. Get ready”
The people responded with the enthusiasm and versatility of the Burmese cats.
How? What? Why?
All this time some funny charges at the airport. Some of us used that as an excuse not to travel. Sons and daughters defied the odds, traveled, paid, and were still denied the ability to see their beloved parents being buried. How, What, and Why?

The one good thing you have done is the continuous agenda of digitization of the economy. That one, you force brutal. You have been consistent with the uninterrupted supply of “Gobe” and “Waakye” for the citizens and residents of Gh. At exorbitant prices.
The drinking water of some parts of Ghana looks like orange juice, mango juice, apple juice or the favorite ginger drink. I hope you have tasted or drunk the same. Was yours iced?

And yes you have done well. To what it is you have done well, I do not know. I love the interchanges and overpasses. I decry the tendency of people to point at you with their left yet have no solutions.
Never you. I never expected such a thing. I held you to be a true son of the soil; a man of the people.
Someone must tell the king he is naked. Mr. President, you are trailing rags.
The response is we do not need someone. We are all telling him he is butt naked.