Dear Nyaaba,
It has been a while since i apprised you of the goings-on here in Nkrumah land. It is not because there is nothing to write about, on the contrary there is so much to write about that i do not know from where to start.
Let me start by reminding you that it is election year again and every village will receive politicians, politicians beaming with smiles and laden with promises, promises of milk and honey and promises of delivering to us mortals on earth, heaven. They will arrive amidst pomp and will as usual say all the nice things. In some places they will offer motor bikes and in others just akpeteshie. They will join us perform our regular drudgery for the cameras and we will step over each other to take selfies and those pictures we will brandish with glee and pride in pito bars. Sorry, not pito bars but akpeteshie bars, for no one bothers with pito anymore. they say it is too mild but that is another story for another day.
Election year is that year in which the people are brazenly hoodwinked with incredulous promises and it is that year when the electorate abandon all critical thinking and swallow, hook, line and sinker, a very many outright lies. Votes are on sale and the price is but a brass farthing. Democracy has been modified in our parts, in short it is a quadrennial auction of votes for purchase by politicians who spent the preceding four stealing from the national coffers, which ill-gotten proceeds are used to purchase a fresh mandate anew. Nyaaba, in short, it is like a thief stealing your goat, selling it for a handsome amount and using said proceeds to come get your support to be village chief, all the while plying you with tall tales.
I could also be telling you about a new killer disease that is decimating the world and though it has still not announced itself in our neck of the woods, it is almost certainly going to do so. As usual, a committee of experts has been formed and said committee has, probably after a single meeting of introductions and signing for and receiving their sitting allowances, come out to audaciously announce that we are ready for the disease. Can you imagine that? This is the country that loses people to malaria in the thousands, to cholera in the hundreds and to predictable floods in the dozens. This is the country that has porous borders and rolls out the red carpet for the Chinese who are the holders of the ‘copyright’ to this killer disease. However, all is not lost, yesterday i heard at the market square that alcohol kills the virus. That sounds like good news but what that means is that my brothers and sisters will then gladly step up their appetites for the Devil’s Brew.
Nyaaba, there is more but i shall be back later.
Your worried descendant Siriguboy
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