There is uncanny incarceration of the guy who stole a goat, while the “oga at the top”, the untouchable politician who scooped in millons is slumbering easy in his state- of-the-art mansion. Back in the day when you heard screams of “thieves” on any Ghanaian street, justice immediately rolled down like waters. Many of our leaders are THIEVES! Who said they are corrupt? Why are we not lynching these politicians (thieves) like we used to lynch the thieves? They are profusely profligate perfectionists of pilferage who persistently pound their chests in a disgraceful dare of the people. “What are they going to do ”? They seem to tell us. They are elite members of certified criminal country-clubs of the Mephistopheles. They control the levers of who-and-who gets immunity from the impunity. While the people are crying, they are laughing, while the people are agonizing, they are aggrandizing. While the people are in pain, they are painting the whole world red with parties and festivities.

The perceived cluelessness of President John Mahama's administration is about as old news as Ex-President John Kuffuor assertion that corruption is as old as Adam. It was patently obvious that from the very first day JDM stood close enough to power, he lacked the very gusto and presence of mind to lead A nation this complex, complicated and tasking. Nevertheless, the people elected him. To millions, their vote for JM was an “aspirational” one; it was a statement of hope that things could be better. They wanted him to succeed; they hung on every one of his statements. He in turn promised to deliver; he promised transformation. Fast forward,  10 Months after his election Ghanaians are being paid back in, corruption scandals. In spite of the President’s monumental failure, his supporters continue to hold steadfast. They didn’t believe it when they got their man elected against all odds, and they are still not going to believe it when their man simply cannot muster courage to delive

T uesday evening, I am sitting on the porch overlooking the Panbros salt pans from the hilltops of McCarthy Hill. There is a man across the opposite fence. I can see him from my lofty perch, dressed in a pair of baggy shorts, no shirt and carrying what looks like a kerosene lantern. He is walking across from my left to the edge of the open land space he inhabits and I decide to retire, not an interesting scene to keep my attention. Half hour later, just as I am nodding off, I hear the spat-spatting of what sounds like rainfall and I wonder when I missed the gathering clouds during the day and why is it still raining at this time of year? Thinking I could use the pattering rainfall to lull myself to sleep, I ignore the event and doze off. But later, a persistent crackling wakes me up and I sleep-stumble to the balcony to check things out. The smoke filled balcony and the raging fire beneath me, shocks me out of sleep and I reel from the gathering heat below. The man has set the whol

I’ve generally refrained from overtly criticizing this President and his predecessors, because I’ve always perceived them as very bad bill of goods. Hence, it was patently unfair to criticize a man whose maximum ambition was to become a member of parliament (MP), suddenly stumped into national limelight by head honcho Maximus. This was a bad dream. But that was then, and this is now. This clueless MP turned deputy minister, turned minister, turned vice president has now been President a year going. That is a lifetime in politics;and if he were learning on the job- he should be an expert now. Indeed, he is already showing the worst traits of a political operator. This man is playing hard. He has a new swagger in his steps, but they seem to be swagger of missteps – the worst lessons a student of politics can pick up in this school of hard knocks. Ghana definitely has never had it this bad. When in the history of Ghana, has our Government been so broke it cannot pay state allocations?