WHEN THE RAINS CAME

 

It was June 3rd somewhere in 2015 in a part of Africa, where a massive infrastructural project, which when completed is expected to bring ease to the traffic congestion of that city proved to have a lot more potential. The potential to kill and destroy the very lives it was supposed to make more comfortable.

One year down the line, the Kwame Nkrumah Circle interchange, which has made it to the list of the few iconic landmarks of the capital city of Ghana, continues to remind us of the dangerous times ahead.

It now looks  like every month of June, Ghanaians will have to accept that the Kwame Nkrumah interchange will be hosting “Floods Olympics” with huge causalities on human lives and property.

Our leaders, town planners and engineers will stand clueless and watch this spectacle year after year, watching more innocent lives waste away, properties destroyed.

Our Disaster Organization will go after all is said and done to share some mats and materials which are mostly irrelevant and to insufficient for the victims of these annual floods.

Politicians will also jump on board, and either remind Ghanaians of the incompetence of the ruling Government or about the fact that Ghana has seen worse things than this, depending on which side of the political divide they sit

As a kid one of my favorite poetry rhymes was:

Rain Rain Go Away

Come Again Another Day

Little Children Want to Play,

Rain Rain Go Away.

My key impression from this popular rhyme was that rains had the ability to interfere with the play of children but not the work of adults.

In fact rain was supposed to be that good servant whose life and energy was to be channeled by adults to irrigate our crops, harvested for later use and directed to the generation of hydro electric power.

Unfortunately what we see is a destructive master interfering with the work of people who were supposed to be adults by now.

If a nation will come to a standstill every year because of rains, then that nation is still a child playing instead of being an adult working.

Flood Scenes like the Kwame Nkrumah interchange, the road linking Spintex to Airport and the International Airport itself will continue to question the maturity of a country like Ghana who is supposed to be the gateway to Africa. We now come across to the world as the flood-way to Africa rather.

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I can’t still understand why all the latest infrastructural developments are still prone to floods. What kind of engineering thinking went into the projects? What was overlooked? Are we leveraging the best contractors for such works and it is purely the application of political terms and conditions?

When the rains come, it exposes the phony and dumb projects constructed with tax payers’ money.

The rains will expose our will and resolve to develop as a nation, it will try and test any project we tag as development, it will expose who we really are. A people who only desire change but do nothing about that change. A nation who knows everything about development and progress and yet have nothing to show for it.

We are carving a niche for ourselves, as a nation of powerful talkers and preachers, but timid and weak doers.

So instead of crying for the victims of the floods disaster, turn your energies to demand accountability from the leaders who get paid to do nothing. Let’s make the kitchen too hot for them until they show us that they have the capability to turn around our meager ingredients to mouth watering dishes.

Let’s talk about them across all media channels, name and shame them, sue them and get them out of office if they can’t live up to expectation. Looks, ethnicity and unsubstantiated rumors should no longer be the reason why we vote people into office.

When they demand all those empty accolades like “Honorable” from us, let’s remind them of all the dishonorable things we go through because of their incompetence.

We need to make the office of the politician too hot, too sacred, raising the bar till it no longer becomes a haven for those who want the easier way out to riches and a good life, but a place for gladiators willing to serve their motherland. A nation built on the toil and sweat of our forefathers.

We are sick and tired of leaders who crave for political office only to get their personal problems solved instead of solving the problems of those who voted them into office.

Our political offices should become like entering into the boxing ring with Mohammed Ali of blessed memory, where reality quickly dawns on you if you have not trained and worked hard enough, to the point that you start asking yourself “What am I doing here”

So my question remains “As a nation, will we be ready the next time the rains come?

 

God bless Our Homeland Ghana

From the desk of ROL

 

 NB: Image Credit: Google Images

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