Sydney Casely-Hayford, sydney@bizghana.com
The Senchi ferry will close at 6pm. The Senchi Report has already been shuttered and obscured with more than the required razzmatazz and fanfare we could muster.
I remember very distinctly, the Vice President confidently disclosing to us at the Royal Senchi Resort that there would be a follow through and the one hundred and forty guests to that National Planning event would be invited back after the report was released to come talk and craft an implementation plan in order to give meaning to the effort we put in.
Unfortunately, we lost PV Obeng in the aftermath and the report has since been interred with his body. We are about to do the same with Dr. Nii Moi Thompson’s forty-year plan, unless someone unravels the contortions of our democracy.
But we are heading for the Senchi pontoon or the Kpong dam crossing and it is close to 5.30pm. So we are making good time and confident that we will get there with no hassle from any security men.
Somewhere just before Fintey, close to the turning to the ferry, a dark-trousered and most undesirable specter you least want at a time like this, pops up from the side of the road, hand held aloft with radar gun in hand. We are hailed to the side, and the driver’s first instinct is to barge past and head for the ferry.
Not my style and not my way, he knows well enough that I will not accept that. So we are pulled up and we side-park.
The two police men who gleefully approach, can’t wait to show us we are traveling at 94Km an hour. He wants the driver’s license and Id and with concentration on the driver, he is focused on the culprit.
I am in the back, slumped behind tinted windows, making no move to show my face in case I up the ante because of my “obroni” nature and maybe something else.
Clock is ticking away and I can picture a long drive back to sleep in Vakpo, now my adopted town/village/citadel/rural castle and reluctantly, I lower the window and stick my face out. Read the rest of this entry »
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