What are they going to do?

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.

When their children are getting married or celebrating their birthdays, money is wasted like water, and many lives to whom the frittered money belong in Ghana are dying daily from hunger and hopelessness on the streets.

The fungus among us has become a calcified bone in the spine of the Ghanaian nation, and it seems as if these people are not going anywhere, and with stern obduracy they are not changing habits.

Into corruption, they are giving birth to triplets; in thievery they are raising them. And the offspring don’t know any better but what Daddy and Mummy have taught them, so corruption becomes a baton that is passed from one generation to the other.

They live in mansions and palaces built with sand of thieving and gravel of deceiving. But houses built on sand cannot stand. One day, and not too long, they will groan over their grabs and choke on their grubs.

Could they deceive God as they deceive a mere mortal? The answer is No! Those who plow evil and those who sow trouble do reap it. Be not deceived God is not mocked; whatsoever a man sows, that he shall reap.