THE SAD TRUTH, THE ANGELS ARE ALL DEAD AND GONE (A serialized letter to a Ghanaian electorate)

Hi dreary,

Sorry for not asking about how you’re doing. I don’t wish you could be in the best of health, because of late; there have been a widespread report of the hardship you are faced with my beloved.

Quite understandably, with the existence of “dumsor” (localized name for erratic power supply) and the accompanying reports of price hike of service delivery, and other unbearable havocs it has come with, what else can I wish?

But I still do not see why this should warrant a sleepless night. It is reported that, the normal practice of late is, you wake up in the middle of the night thinking endlessly of what your decisions should be, come November, 7, 2016.

HMMMM! You might really be suffering?

Come to think of it, where have you dropped your love for the beautiful game of soccer? At least, if the politician through the way he governs has failed to cheer you up, your darling club kotoko shouldn’t have failed.

Ouch sorry! Oh blame my short memory sweetie; I forgot that in your last letter, you lamented how litigants have succeeded in killing the once competitive local league. The game, which should at least played the envious role of a palliative, as you sarcastically pointed is now played in the lobbies of the court house.

Once more, who should I blame but your dislike for expatriate things. Otherwise, I should have recommended the strongly contested English Premiership or any other foreign league.

But sweetie, I am surprised you of all people should get to this stage. I don’t know what you so much expect of the politician that you have made him a god over your happiness.

Or is it an angel you so much think the politician for? I think so! It is only your lack of understanding as the good old book says, that is making you perish with this childish idea you call hope.

Honey! Kindly don’t take offence at my tone. I know I sound very strict, but it’s about time we put things where they belong.

The fact is, if at all angels ever existed in politics, sorry to tell you that, they are all dead and gone. And you actually deceive yourself, if your thinking is that by changing governments through the ballots every four, or eight years, you shall find one.

The only angels that I have lived to see in politics were the likes of Nelson Mandela, Kwame Nkrumah, Mahatma Gandhi, Dr. Martin Luther King Jnr, and Abraham Lincoln. You can continue to name them, but unfortunately, they like the dinosaur, have all gone into extinction. I am definite with this conviction; they are extinct species.

The only man, who in my estimation nearly attained the angel status, was our Late Prof. John Evans Atta Mills. But like I always say, he was the only sheep among the goats and there was no way he could have survived.

The paradox! We collectively through our love for mediocrity, but hate for truth prematurely sent him on an early shower. How sad!

And until you come to terms with the basic understanding I seek to put across, peace and joy are far from you. You only are digging for yourself an early grave by constantly holding brief for the lack of heart politician to better the lots of his generation.

What are the benefits of your years of party foot soldiering, serial calling and the insults hurled at your own blood.

You might want to justify this by the fringe material things you get after the days of sweat, but the question you still have dodged to answer is, how far can these pittances of a reward carry you? You guessed rightly dear.

People like me who have come to terms with this basic understanding have done our self a great deal of service.

 Why? We no longer have to grumble between available political leaders, as to who is fitting to be given the chance to rule. Because we know the value is still the same and it would forever remain the same. Sadly enough we are left with no other option than to stick with them.

Kindly don’t subject yourself to this mental decay of the internal wailing, give your mind the liberation it deserves. Otherwise you shall continue to live in the fool’s paradise of hoping of an alternative to bring a change that never existed until you take your destiny into your own hands.

So instead of dreaming continuously without an end, I urge you to wake up from the slumber. This is the only suggestion I can provide for now. As mom would always advice, until the dreamer wakes up to reality, the dream is not far from turning into a nightmare!

If November 7 happens to meet you in good health, go and perform the honorable task of casting the ballot for the lesser of two devils.

It is a principle that is simple to understand,

“The lesser of two evils principle (or lesser evil principle) is the principle that when faced with selecting from two unpleasant options, the one which is least harmful should be chosen.”

TO BE CONTINUED…!