The true meaning of this character of meanness can be found in our body politic. The road from Navrongo to Sandema is bedeviled with a lot of manholes. It has become an eye-sore. People trek, ride, and drive on this road all the time with all the dangers it poses to them. Nobody seems to care. People even begin to insult others for accusing leaders who have promised but failed to fix the road. They suddenly get 'road blindness' immediately they assume the reigns of power.
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They used to ride in the same vehicles with us when they were still begging us for power to lead. When they finally get it, they change to luxury, private cars. They no longer feel the potholes [which have turned into manholes]. They quickly exchange poverty batons and begin to live in 'space'.
The worse part of it all is that these so-called leaders get cured of their 'road blindness' when a 'big man' is visiting the town. They begin to act as if they've just descended from the moon. The road gets re-graveled and the potholes are all filled. I believe the day President Obama would venture into the land of Buluk, we would see lawns along the roads of Buluk, albeit temporary!
But why this sorry state of affairs? Could it be that we have developed chronic incapability to elect leaders who really care and are willing to turn things in Buluk around? Or we have been cursed by the gods not to move forward? Could it also be that we have selfish and greedy elders who only listen to the cries of their stomachs and pockets? If not, why should all the elders be so cold as if they don't even feel what we feel?
Could it also be that we have developed a warped notion about politics and development? If not for any of these reasons, I will wonder what the problem might be. People who taught the state of the road was an eye-saw have suddenly found nothing wrong with it. We are given vague promises by politicians day in and day out, all to no avail. The state of affairs has rather retrogressed! The Sandema Community Centre and the district Post Office which are all situated in the center of the town just close to each other have become hiding places for snakes. They have all become non-functional for more than a decade. I wonder if someone posts a letter to the Catholic Church, it will ever reach them because they registered with that post office.
So I ask: what do we gain from politicians by going to queue in the hot and scorching sun to vote? What do we gain when politicians fool us to hate our brothers and sisters so they can go unchecked? What at all do we gain when we chase each other in the town with kitchen knives, clubs, and cutlasses all because of politics? What do we gain from politics? Is it just the rivalry that we enjoy or what? If all that we get for voting in the scorching sun is chicken change and nothing tangible, why not stop voting? Why must somebody think they can come and deceive us with alcohol and a few pesewas to get our votes and later abandon us?
The worse part of it all is that these so-called leaders get cured of their 'road blindness' when a 'big man' is visiting the town. They begin to act as if they've just descended from the moon. The road gets re-graveled and the potholes are all filled. I believe the day President Obama would venture into the land of Buluk, we would see lawns along the roads of Buluk, albeit temporary!
But why this sorry state of affairs? Could it be that we have developed chronic incapability to elect leaders who really care and are willing to turn things in Buluk around? Or we have been cursed by the gods not to move forward? Could it also be that we have selfish and greedy elders who only listen to the cries of their stomachs and pockets? If not, why should all the elders be so cold as if they don't even feel what we feel?
Could it also be that we have developed a warped notion about politics and development? If not for any of these reasons, I will wonder what the problem might be. People who taught the state of the road was an eye-saw have suddenly found nothing wrong with it. We are given vague promises by politicians day in and day out, all to no avail. The state of affairs has rather retrogressed! The Sandema Community Centre and the district Post Office which are all situated in the center of the town just close to each other have become hiding places for snakes. They have all become non-functional for more than a decade. I wonder if someone posts a letter to the Catholic Church, it will ever reach them because they registered with that post office.
So I ask: what do we gain from politicians by going to queue in the hot and scorching sun to vote? What do we gain when politicians fool us to hate our brothers and sisters so they can go unchecked? What at all do we gain when we chase each other in the town with kitchen knives, clubs, and cutlasses all because of politics? What do we gain from politics? Is it just the rivalry that we enjoy or what? If all that we get for voting in the scorching sun is chicken change and nothing tangible, why not stop voting? Why must somebody think they can come and deceive us with alcohol and a few pesewas to get our votes and later abandon us?
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