Education is no joke!

I need not start this article with one of the zillions quotations that underscore the invaluableness of education to growing economies like Ghana. There is enough evidence to admonish that our education should not be compromised no matter the status quo of our economy.

All the rich and natural resources of any country are useless, if the required human capital is unavailable to put them into use. Economies that kick started with ours are now formidable and resilient because they gave priority to education – the Asian tigers.

More and more tertiary students especially those in the varsities are falling off due to financial frustration. Those who managed their way through the system come out as “half-baked” graduates. The vista of our streets is a testimony to the rate of drop outs in the basic and senior levels of our education. Per Facts and Figures of Ghana, over 1,129,334 children are out of only primary schools whiles our illiteracy rate vibrates at 35 per cent.

Over the decade, our educational reforms and its component parts including the laudable Free Compulsory Universal Basic Education (fCUBE) has been a spectacular failure. Nonetheless, we still display gross happy-go-lucky attitude to the realities on the ground. What is the nemesis of our educational policies? My view is not far from yours.

The biggest enemy of our educational policies is politics. It is time we made the education sector completely independent of all forms of political miasma. The political-manifesto-to-and-fro policies of our education are doing us a great disservice as a developing country.

We need resilient, strategic and futuristic educational policies with no-nonsense law to ensure that it is not toyed on grounds of merely fulfillment of promises. These persistent rejig to the policies are not only wasteful to our constraint resources but thrash the educational system to utter higgledy-piggledy.

Education is a right, and to make the right realistic, government needs to subvent more funds in the name of subsidies to our educational institutions to avert the mass exit of students from schools, especially at the tertiary level. Any attempt to reduce government subvention to education will be perfectly chaotic from all angles.

Therefore, I am appealing to the ruling government with it socialist ideology to pay more attention to education for it is indispensable in the realms of development.

“Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe” – this is a food for thought from Abraham Lincoln.

God bless Ghana! Salaam!

Abdulai Hanan R. Confidence

Nurses’ Training College, Tamale.

The “Ecomniots” and the “Ecomini” Noises – Reaction 1

My article ‘The “Ecomniots” and the “Ecomini” Noises’ published on Myjoyonline.com on 02/07/09 remunerated me with zillions of frustrations comments on my mail and Joy Web. All comments received were akin to humour derived from the gibberish of the ???-minded.

I deemed it important and expedient to react to certain misconstructions that I believe have the propensity of miseducating the public. The commentary segment of Joy Web is not a container for all sort of garbage. Your thought therefore must be a reasoned-one. All the comments were unfortunately marked with illiteracy from a bunch of ignoramuses.

Without further ado, let us set the records straight: in paragraph 3 of my article reads: “These are two of the million good speeches of the Professor whose middle name is English.” This sentence attracted a lot of comments from people from varying degree of ignorance and low readings. These people refused to think before commenting on this sentence. In fact, I felt very sorry for them. Let us get ready for want I meant by “.....whose middle name is English.”

Let us go to the world most trusted reference, Oxford. Kindly refer to Oxford Advance Learner’s Dictionary, New 7th edition (Special-Priced), Page 928, column 2: An idiom under the headword “middle name” reads: “be somebody’s middle name (informal) used to say that somebody has a lot of a particular quality: ‘Patience is my middle name!’”

Per Oxford’s explanation, I believe these failed-to-think commentators will now understand what I meant by “.....whose middle name is English.” Consider this sentence: Arrogance is Naane Affoku’s middle name. Please this sentence does not mean that Naane Affoku’s full name is Naane Arrogance Affoku. Let us get some more examples on the “middle name.” The middle name of the previous government was inefficiency. The middle name of the president seems to be modesty.

Now, listen to these dummy comments on the “....whose middle name is English.”

Sorry No. 1: (Issac Abednego Sackey): “You are shallow-minded.....if you care to know having thousand english names does not make one genius in the english language does making reference to Uncle having an english middle name is myopic. If you care to know his first name John is english and you know what that means; loo. Shame on you.” (Check comments on the article in question)

Sorry No. 2: (Kojo Mahu): “So now if someone has an Engliash name they are infallible right. So those of us with Ghanaian names are less human? You are so ignorant....Shut up!!!”

These were some of the comments of the ignoramuses. I legitimately brand them as myopic with capital M. How could one think that “....whose middle name is English” was referring to “Mills” as an English name of the present. What has name got to do with what a person can do or cannot do?

Do these ignoramuses ever heard of an idiom? An idiom is a fixed distinctive expression whose meaning cannot be deduced from the combined meanings of its actual words (Encarta Dictionaries 2008). I believe the definition will help them to think over sentences before exposing their intelligence to ridicule on the World Wide Web.

However, I will forgive them because reading is one and understanding is another. My lovely grandfather of blessed memory once said that “The fool thinks everyone thinks the way he thinks.”

Again, in paragraph 1 of the article reads: “This is a greatest achievement for Ghana to be blessed with the man of the letters. A dream much waited.” Some other commentators stated that the above sentence was wrong. Ridiculous and pathetic! Please, I have no time to indulge in intellectual intercourse with people who cannot read and analyse sentence not to talk of finding faults with it.

Please, if you think is wrong, kindly highlights on what makes it wrong with rubrics of the language on this forum. If you fail to do it, I will analyse the sentence for you in my reaction 2.

Last but not least, I have a free psychological counselling for these frustrated commentators. Professor President Mills still have good seven and half years to “tongue slip” inshaa’allah. So, I entreat you to restrain your frustrations and emotions because Ankaful and Pantang are both choked!

Abdulai Hanan R. Confidence

NTC, Tamale

TEIN (P.R.O.)

[confidencegh@gmail.com]

The “Ecominiots” and the “Ecomini” Noises

Who is the first high learned man to rule Ghana? Your answer simple is the Professor of Law, J.E.A. Mills. The History students should jot this down. This is a greatest achievement for Ghana to be blessed with the man of the letters. A dream much waited.


Professor Mills evidently did not acquire his title by virtue of working as a clerk in Law Firm perhaps in France. Professor has demonstrated in one thousand and one ways his flexibility over the queen’s language. And his dynamism in the use of the English Language promulgated his campaign message to both the lettered and half-lettered.


Read these statements: “A government that attaches premium to formation rather than substance worships mediocrity”, “Our policies must put emphasis on the exigencies of the time”. Don’t they sound very academic and professorial to your ears? These are two of the million good speeches of the Professor whose middle name is English.


Who and who were not there when he made his Inaugural Ceremony speech extempore? No sheets of papers in hand! I mean offhand! Unprecedented!


Let us come to the issue itself: just few months ago, President Mills delivered his maiden address to parliament. It was eloquently and professionally delivered with the usual flair. However, just as it occurs in our everyday spoken language, he mispronounced “economy” as “ecomini”. The phenomenon of mispronunciation otherwise known as “slip of tongue” has happened to anyone who ever lived. For that matter I regard this “ecomini” as something not worth discussion within the domain of little brains.


Surprisingly, this “ecomini” has made a lot of waves within so-called lettered people, radio stations, newspapers and all the rags. Radio stations have edited this speech with background instrumentals which is played as breakfast for listeners. I hardly read news headlines on internet without the “ecomini” and newspapers see this word as a market gimmick. Today, we have several remixed and reloaded versions of “ecomini” with all genres of music used as ringing tones.


I do not blame all these people in the business of “ecomini fooling”, because I can simply describe them as dunderheads. If slip of the tongue or spoonerism or marrowsky is new to these goof-offs, then I pity them. I will humbly refer them to read more on “Reverend William Archibald Spooner (1844-1930), Early 20th Century British Educator”.


More so, Queens of England, supposed Mothers of English, have on many occasions mispronounced words that were later married in the English Language. Mispronunciation existed donkeys years before these teasers came to life. So, why the fuss about Professor’s “ecomini”!


This is a gross disrespect to the presidency, the highest authority of the country which does not bring anything meaningful to us as Ghanaians. However, P. W. Botha declared that “Calling someone monkey does not make him a monkey”. So, the “ecominiots” can continue in their blissful ignorance. Prof is still Prof.


Now let us go down the memory lane: consider this sentence, “Me and my boss……..” Who made mountain out of this egregious grammatical missile. If this statement was made in England, there was no way the speaker could escape trial at the Grammar Court of Subject Misplacement. Get the rule! The rule states that when you have two subjects with “I”, put the “I” second and follow it with a singular verb. “My boss and I......” is correct. Besides that “Me and my boss......” was too colloquial and niggers in America will not even use it.


Listen to this bombshell: “The Abudus and the late Ya-Naa are one”. The same speaker made this statement without a pinch of remorsefulness. The Grammar Court of Proximity Rule wished he had made this statement in England. Get the rule! The Rule of Proximity states that a singular subject near the verb must take a singular verb and vice versa. Let us take the corrections: “The Abudus and the late Ya-Naa is one” or “The late Ya-Naa and the Abudus are one”


These are legitimate statements made by a man who evidently had problems reading scripts written for him. These statements were not slip of the tongue but acute “grammartitis” in action. Who fussed it? Who instrumentalised it? Who remixed it? Are these “ecominiots” proving that little minds discuss events? Please, you can do better!


These “ecominiots” ought to stop the “ecomini” noises or I will call a press release of Jak’s syntax blunders. Hogwash!


Salaam!


Abdulai Hanan R. Confidence
NTC, Tamale
TEIN (P.R.O.)
[confidencegh@gmail.com]
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Kwame Okoampa Ahoofe, Victim Of Amnesia And Slave Of Grammatolatry!

Get ready with your lexicon! Pardon me because this goes to a professor(?)


I designed this projectile to inundate the so-called professor(?) of great erudition with chastisement for megalomaniacally and brazenly showing his logorrhoea, grandiloquence and pomposity to the lugubrious countenance of most readers. This phantom professor(?) toils to catapult himself to a wave of profundity of words in a quantitative measure of whitewashing his diffidence as a handicapped, queried and misplaced journalist of knavish malice.


This preposterous phantasma yonder seas to the best of his nickname, Professor(?), doodles and scrabbles very undecipherable and neologised write-ups abound with mendacities and sacrileges with a demonic intent of producing blackouts of his kindred.


The unconstructive and straight-jacketed monumentality of his thrash many a times is ciliated and interlaced with dogma and ism that will not even be entertained in the fraternity of malignant cerebral melanomas.


This professor(?) remains a conundrum to readers for all of his writings never enwombed common sense; and unarguably, an epitome and a sieved template of putrefaction of journalism to the zenith. As a matter of fact, he is a gargantuan cataclysm and incubus to contemporary journalism. He is simply unblessed and unendowed of aptitude to adumbrate or elucidate issues to the apprehension of the sequipedalophobia.


The concatenation of his bombastic and byzantine words cannot bamboozle readers to append credulity to his nickname. He ought to eschew his chicanery, phantasmagoria and pun as it is a calculated attempt to obviate from the actuals and realities on grounds.


Victim of Amnesia


I want readers to help me to diagnose him base on his write-ups. He has never said anything about Ghana’s history that consolidates with what my kid brother learns at school. And his recent article on this web captioned “What if Nkrumah was a thief?” warranted the need to diagnosed him for early medical intervention.


Amnesia is loss of memory as a result of shock, injury, psychological disturbance, or medical disorder. It is of two kinds: Anterograde and retrograde amnesia. Its severity differs depending on the aetiology/cause.


Anterograde amnesia is impairment in the ability to lay down new memories. Thus, the victim cannot record and keep in memory, events that occur after the incident. It typically results from damage to the areas of the brain involved in long-term memory, including the hippocampus (area of brain associated memory), the temporal lobes (part of brain for sensation on both sides of the temples of the head), and the frontal lobes (part of brain for sensation on the forehead). Such damage may result from brain infection (encephalitis), alcoholism, stroke, anoxia (severe oxygen deprivation), or head injury. An individual with severe anterograde amnesia might spend an entire day with a person and then, within a brief time, totally fail to recognize that person.


Retrograde amnesia refers to difficulties in recalling or recognizing past events and experiences. It typically, though mutually exclusive, accompanies anterograde amnesia and is especially common following concussive (jarring) head injury. A person with retrograde amnesia has trouble remembering recent events, events from further in the past, or both.


I believe readers of this professor’s(?) articles dumped on the net will clearly understand that he suffers from retrograde amnesia which unfortunately is severer than the former. Because with the former the patient cannot record and store new memories but can utilize previous experiences to analyze social dynamism and issues. However, the latter comes to rub and rob all your past memories and your memory (brain) becomes as plain as A-4 sheet (termed as tabula rasa in psychology). And you cannot even remember what you did seconds ago.


I believe readers with this insight will not bother much about his scribbles. This is a professor(?) who finds it hard to believe that Nkrumah led Ghana to independence; someone who thinks Nkrumah was a visionless dictator and pathological opportunist; someone who argues that Nkrumah was Mr. and not Dr.; someone who blasphemously branded Nkrumah as a thief; someone who indecorously nicknamed Nkrumah as African Show Boy; someone who relentlessly accused Nkrumah as a plagiarizer of the goddamn Busia-Danquah’s ideas and all the “tooli” stories. Professor(?), you must atone for this supreme blasphemy!


Indeed, discerning readers will understand that his write-ups have diagnosed him with retrograde amnesia. Please, professor(?) go for a check-up and if you are not diagnosed of retrograde amnesia, then your write-ups must be talking about a different Ghana, and not Dr. Osagyafo’s founded and christened Ghana in West Africa formerly Gold Coast.


If you were a primary schoolteacher in Ghana, you would have been humiliated with quintillions of corrections from your pupils regarding Ghana’s history and the Patriarch cum Martyr of Ghana’s Democracy and Freedom, Nkrumah. Let me apprise you that most senior school leavers hardly remember names of your so-worship Busia and Whoever tradition, the apostates!


You may try, but the History of Ghana cannot be rewritten or adulterated by your His-story. Keep your his-stories and we will keep our histories. I understand your predicaments, but remember that a decorated monkey is still a monkey.


Slave of Grammatolatry


Please, waste your time and read any of his articles (perhaps the latest “The false Ghanaian history of Paa Kwesi Nduom” 16/07/09); you will finish reading being more flabbergasted or bewildered on what he purports to enlighten you on. You might even be tempted to believe that you are reading a piece from A. S. Hornby (renowned editor of the Oxford Dictionaries) or from a space-rocket scientist lexicographer. He wastes his time and our time as well!


His sentences are embellishing with a cocktail of words locatable only in the realms of brusqueness, vulgarity, and loquacity. And not even the bombast of his sentences aid contextual connotative and denotative meaning. His paragraphs outlaw topic sentences – not the introductory style, not the imbibed style and not the concluding style: Just from nowhere, at nowhere, to nowhere! And regrettably, he supposed himself as a journalist with this unpardonable enormity of good writing.


I am screamingly baffled about a whole journalist who suckles much orgasm in a macrocosm of anachronism – the use of perplexing and discombobulating words that has been consigned to trash can of journalism for far too long, in far many places.


In mathematical terms, his write-ups are Cos 90; 10,000,000 x 0; sesquipedalianism exponent cosmetics multiply by nought.


I think I am wasting my time! Seeing is believing! Just google his name and you will be linked to his garbage cum bunkum dumped everywhere on the net.


Free Couselling


Professor(?), the sun does not struggle to shine. Nkrumah is the African sun, not your infamous “nicodemuses”, that is why Nkrumah illumines everywhere. You can dedicate your career and life as a “Brofessor” of Creative Maligning and Obliteration; you cannot and never create a micro-diametre of dent on Nkrumah’s legacy. Nkrumah’s ghost alone is prepotent to all remnants of your ideology both alive or “adead”. Nkrumah remains and will forever remain the resilient moving political inertia across Africa and beyond.


How will you describe someone who tries stopping the sun from shinning? Keep your answer!


Abdulai Hanan R. Confidence
Nurses’ Training College, Tamale
Tertiary Institutions Network (P.R.O.)
[confidencegh@gmail.com]

Goddess Of Goddesses

Goddess Of Goddesses



The king of emotions in anguish
Staggers soberly pass deities
On never-ending voyage of despair
Chance upon a pearl of immortal
Yonder a kapok
Gleaming like a crescent
Exuding with maddening glamour
Rich of benign stares
A doyenne of melting smile
With pots of blossoming comfort
The king murmured in relief
The truest in sight
The Goddess of goddesses


The king eyes twinkle in alacrity
The heart pledges fidelity
The mind enslaved in eternity
The soul in tsunami of emotionality
The body shivers in diffidence
Oblivious of the providence
Thou goddess abounds in evidence
The truest in sight
The Goddess of goddesses

Hmm… thou crescent’s name
Name
Treasured for ululation
Name
Aliment to the heart
As thou goddess is behold in face
The mouth is gagged
The heart daringly whispering
An epitome of love
An emblem of dove
A template of finest creature
A lifeblood of nature
A paragon of comfort
A companion of fort
The truest in sight
The Goddess of goddesses

In veneration I bow
Seeking your benign mercies
Sighing in relief
To an end of a hapless
Journey


Abdulai Hanan R. Confidence
Nurses’ Training College
Tamale

The Great Day!

THE GREAT DAY!

It was a great day
It was a fierce struggle between good and evil
A great day the repressed stood against
The suppression of their oppressors

It was the day the indolent corrupt and self-styled
Aristocrats had their blood spilled
To pacify the angered gods of our land
It was a great day of uprising that marked
The genesis of accountability and probity
In leadership and governance in Ghana

A day that determined the status quo of
Our present day society

It was the mighty day of civilian militarism
That truncated the chimpanzee-turned-monkey
Colonialism of our beloved country

What a great day worth remembrance!

The day true patriots
Sons and daughters of our land
Inspired by the disciple of Africa’s democracy
Laid their lives on the line
To fight for the liberties that we enjoy today

How I hate to imagine today’s society
Without the great day uprising
It would have been nothing
But a replica of a jungle

The great day
Admittedly was gory
But the underlying principles
Were glory

Thumbs up to the heroes and heroines
Of the great day
Blessed the souls of libertarians

What is this great day?
It is the Armageddon
It is Revelation 16:16
It is June 4th 1979

******End**********

NB:

It is deeply heart-breaking and illogical for any supporter of the NDC to despise the June 4th 1979 uprising. These people can best be described as Christians who do not believe in the story of the birth of Jesus Christ. And as a matter of fact, such people can be branded as hypocrites.

Again, a supporter of the NDC who does not endorse the principles of June 4th is like a man who relish honey with conscious oblivion of how it is harvested. Perhaps, these people need to be reconciled with the realities of the great day.

I am warily worried about the bigwigs, elites and members of the present day NDC government who do not promulgate or hold in high esteem the underlying principles that necessitated June 4th event of cleansing Ghana’s political market with fake and putrefied goods.

The intra-anti June 4th individuals of high standing in the party are undoubtedly in a Marriage Of Convenience with the hard-built NDC. Your present status might not bequeath your beginning but you can never run away from it.

It is unwise for a prince to despise the very crown that moulds him. The NDC has undergone several metamorphoses: from AFRC 1 to AFRC 2, from PNDC to NDC 1 and presently the so-called NDC 2. And for that matter, the hallmarks of each level of progress of the party should not be treated with contempt especially an event that marked the fertilization of our beloved political family.

Strictly speaking, I am superlatively perturbed about this unfortunate state. There is the need for soul-searching and re-thinking within all the anointed members of the NDC family in order to forge forward as sibs of common origination to common destination. From the porter to the minister to the president, ought to acknowledge that it is one great event, one great day and one great starter that brought us together.

Fatherhood is a belief but motherhood is a fact. The NDC is not a kind of bizarre religion that was brought by aliens to be followed. The clarity of the latter is glaringly clear – the NDC was actually born on June 4th, 1979 with a delayed naming ceremony on June 10th, 1992.

I truly do not want to recount the unpalatabilities that marked the June 4th celebration although largely successful. I call on the rank and file of the party to embrace unity as a force that can help the party in all social, cultural, economic and geographical pursuits.

Siblings may differ in beliefs but not in relation to who bore them! Food for thought!

However, let us keep rhyming: President Mills in millstone is milling million’s mileage per milliseconds to chalk millennium’s success in four years.

Abdulai Hanan Rahaman Confidence
Out-gone PRO of TEIN Tamale NTC
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NPP Destroyed Dagbon And Dagombas!

NPP Destroyed Dagbon And Dagombas!

The NPP has caused unforgettable and recurring damage to Ghana in nearly almost every pursuit of her endeavour. However, my interest lies on the savagery to the Dagbon, Dagombas and the north.

In 2000 campaign trail, the NDC peddled the information that the late Ya-Na Yakubu Andani II was going to be assassinated if NPP is voted into power on every podium they (NDC) mounted. I was a staunch activist of the NPP, so many others and I believed that this was very outrageous and expensive political propaganda to swoop the new sympathisers of the NPP in the Dagbon. This perceived propaganda was rubbished by the good people of Dagbon who were all out for “POISONOUS CHANGE”

Regrettably, the late Ya-Na was offered a telephone interview with Savannah Radio in Tamale about this political hearsay surrounding his name. Unknowingly, he firmly stated that politicians should not try to make political capital from his name. He declared that politics has no business with chieftaincy and called for a stop to this incredulous kidding.

Indeed, we have had the bitterest taste of a change where people of Dagbon were frogmarched from day one of NPP’s Reign Of Terror.

Lo and behold, all that preambles as stated by the NDC with regards to the regicide systematically came to pass. It was not a trance! People of Dagbon had the greatest shock of their lifetime when the Overlord, owner of trees and plants met his political waterloo battle that saw him out of humans in March 2002. The ambience was enough to tell the sacrilege that has been committed. I could not stand this political desecration of my very roots. “Had I known....” were the only words I could utter. People came to realisation of the saying that there is truth in every rumour.

All efforts by the erstwhile NPP Kufour-led government to grab the perpetrators of this heinous crime were sham. The circumstances surrounding the daggers with the late Ya-Na Yakubu Andani II were self-speaking to any person with sixth sense. The police station was not only a stone throw to the Ya-Na’s Palace but all telephone links to Yendi were cut off for good three days. In fact, there were profound indications of malice aforethought!

I was utterly convinced that the murder had a political umbrella because before Wuaku’s Commission was photographs of people (Sugri and Yidana) juggling with body parts of the Overlord. And that was not enough evidence for prosecution. This was a high mockery to the sacrosanctity of the skin of Dagombas and their allies.

The death of the Mighty Lord of Dagbon brought so much dishonour and ignominy to well-meaning Dagombas and non-Dagombas in the Dagbon Traditional Area. I was gripped with lowliness by the disdainful and gruesome manner the whole Ya-Na body was mutilated in the full glare and assistance of so-called national security (peace keepers). I could hardly stand the disrepute this act has brought to the whole brethren of the north. It made news beyond Far East, where Dagombas were perceived as the most barbaric tribe of the millennium somewhere in a hole in Ghana.

The situation caused a lot of relations dearly: breakdown of marriages, rancour in families, crumbling of youth associations just to list a few. I was in my early twenties and I never knew anything pertaining to Abudu or Andani. Today, a-day-old Dagomba child understands the nitty-gritty of the Dagbon chieftaincy matter as far to Tohazie. The ratchet that was unanimously buried by the blood brothers many years ago have been excavated by reckless and insatiable self-seekers of ill-mannered antecedent.

Moreover, the rich Dagbon tradition was crushed to hibernation. Both bigwigs and ordinary persons who were typical Dagombas shied away cladding in the fineries of Dagbon attribution. Our smock which was worn with pride was reduced to the dogs. Dagombas could no longer hold themselves high for the fear of being humiliated with heartbreaking rhetorics and finger pointing.

I know for sure that many children of Dagbon can never forgive the NPP because they virtual grew up with no childhood stories of the colourful Dagbon festivals. Festivals are one of the traditional norms that market every ethnic group beyond Ghana. Dagombas were grossly denied of this right for seven good years whiles their counterparts’ cultural heritage took centre-stage. Many Dagombas especially the youth lost touch with the tradition because the Damba festival, Fire festival and the likes could not be celebrated as the mangled mortal remains of the HUMBLE LION was still in purgatory.

The NPP’s eight years rule of mother Ghana can best be described as Reign of Terror to Dagbon and north. Just after two years in office, we the good people of Dagbon were no longer recognised by the 1992 Constitution. Our rights became privileges and privileges became charities. Several innocent people suffered needlessly the brutalities of “fed-up” military personnel. We were driven into our pens like animals no matter the condition of the weather. Our petty businesses fell flat because of “open late and close early” directive in the name of curfew and state of emergency. Those who ran afoul of this directive many a times met the wrath of the NPP-sent angels (soldiers).

Thousands of investors and growing-up businesses had to bag and baggage and leave for the sake of their lives and hard-earned properties. A magazine “Foreign Policy” cautioned American tourist to vacate the Northern Region as they could not be granted full security by America’s Outfit in Ghana. In fact, everything with regards to businesses and income generation was “basaa”

Life in the north was just HELL. I wondered why we could be treated as second citizens in our own motherland with democratically-elected government in the 21st century. The turmoil and pain we were going through was enough to merit suicide. Everything was on the left-hand side of the number scale. I developed a great aversion for the infamous Busia-Dankwa NPP. I swore to demolish Mount Everest if that could send NPP out of power.

Today, the NPP has caused a monumental damage to Dagombas by their divide and rule political shenanigans and tomfoolery. My heart always bleeds when I hear about Abudu-Andani and all that. I have a strong conviction that the solution of Dagbon chieftaincy deadlock cannot be solved with politics. Dagombas as a dignified ethnic group in Ghana has offered out themselves for political manoeuvrings and vilification for long. It is time we redeemed the glory of our past life by all humanly possible actions. We all ought to know that NPP is the cause of our woes and no uncontaminated Dagomba has the moral justification to sympathise with the yahoo Busia-Dankwa tradition with an enviable track record of “Kulunguugu”. We need to unite for a formidable Dagbon but the miscreant should be purged out within our midst.

Frankly speaking, many young people in the north never voted for the NDC to come and fix the NPP milked economy, but voted for the NDC to help them re-establish contact with peace that eluded Dagbon since 2001. The NDC’s Election 2008 manifesto really endeared our hearts for spelling out its commitment to restore serenity to the land of Dagbon – thus trampling down the perpetrators of the ungodly murder of the late Ya-Na Yakubu Andani II, which qualifies as crime of the century.

The road map to finding an everlasting peace and solution to Dagbon Abudu-Andani hassle is the case of taking the bull by the horn. We have been impatiently waiting to see that bold actions on board. However, we are somewhat tired of waiting, as the good first professor president promised the long-awaited people of Dagbon of digging into the bottom of the “bigwigicide” of the late Overlord of Dagbon and forty plus others.

Now, both Dagombas and non-Dagombas in the Dagbon north are appreciative of the president’s steps towards the land of Sensibles. So far peace is our playmate and bedmate. And the noted lawless miscreants cum Satan-incarnates have gone back to roost because the era of the beast and strayed bunch of ogres are over.

Both the royals of Andanis and Abudus ought to understand that what happened is part of nature. Dagbon is badly wounded and the wound is very dirty now. We need to clean the wound and apply some herbs to promote the healing process. How do we clean the wound? President Mills is willing to clean our rotten wound that the injurer failed to do.

However, after these Societal Negatives have been unravelled, the elders of Dagbon can decide as to whether to treat them with Retributive Justice or Restorative Justice. But I would have wished for Restorative Justice as it is built on true human and traditional values and seeks to bargain with the invariable (uncompromisable). But with the magnitude of the crime, I think any eliminatory option will not be bad. Abudu and Andani is older than NPP, so we need to “THINK” twice “NOW!”

As a matter of urgency, we call on President Mills to bullshit all political noises and give justice to the soul of the supra-patient Sage and Overlord, his family and all those who suffered from that premeditated barbarity.

May the soul of the late Ya-Na daunts and haunts all those who contributed as little as “ki” to his elimination. May his soul rest in the bosom of his ancestors. His overdue justice is on the way soon. Justice can only be delayed but never denied. The night might be a long one, but day patiently waits.

“Kavini”, our greatest pride shall surely be redeemed. Long live the Royal Gates of Abudu and Andani! Long live Dagbon!!!


Abdulai Hanan R. Confidence
Tertiary Institutions Network (P.R.O)
Northern Ghana At Heart, NORGAH
Tamale
confidencegh@gmail.com