Walewale MP: Ordinary Ghanaians deserve no justice.

Ghanaians

“Come home”, a desperate voice commanded on phone. The voice prompted

me that something was wrong. With dispatch, I flew home abandoning my

lectures at school. When I got home, my head grew bigger as I saw a

crowd that could fill the Olympic Bird Nest Stadium in China.

Thousands of questions from archaeology to zoology began crushing in

my head as I shoulder my way through the crowd that circumscribed my

house. Behold a spectacular sight though pathetic: a woman and her

daughter were wailing in tears. I needed not to be told what happened

to them as I closely inspected their battered body. The most

excruciating and throbbing to my heart was the sight of redden,

blood-spotted and swollen eye of my dearest mother. My age mate has

subjected my sister and my mother to this 1st century scientific

practical. They were assaulted.
The case was reported to the Police Station and we were assured that

the long arm of the law will take it course. My mother was warranted

for medical treatment in the hospital whiles we manage my sister with

home nursing because my mother's medical bills alone rose beyond our

expectations of GH¢150.
The next day, the police took us to the home of the assailant to

effect an arrest in a taxi. We got there and parked the cab and before

we dashed out of the taxi, we were greeted with a protest from throngs

from all directions. I began goose bumping as the angry mob advance

towards us with war songs and drums – the sight was weirder than

September 11 and ominous as June 4 uprising. Then the assailant family

rushed out with their squad with a menacing advancement to strike us.

So, we bumped back into the taxi whiles the police were wrestling them

in a way I think was professional. I was convinced strongly that not

even the America Armed Forces could effect the arrest if they had

come. The drama begins.
We went back to the police station (Sakasaka Branch, Tamale) to look

at the next step. No sooner had we arrived when people began trooping

in. It was the “powers” and “booklongs” of the attacker. It was

heartbreaking that merciless and inhuman beating of my mother and my

sister could attract such an empire of bigwigs and “smallwigs”.

My hope in the long arm of the law fell flat when the almighty demigod

arrived with his entourage in booming Land Cruiser. This time it was a

“poliwig”, as I observed a sticker on the front driving glass of his

car with the stamp “Ghana MP”. He jumped down with his escorts with

display of pomp. He alone walks majestically to the office of the

police CID who was handling the case to begin a “behind closed doors”

negotiation. I could only mourn as I knew Mr. Justice was again going

to be violated. After the 30-minute talk, the police and the MP came

out and exchange contacts and the latter ordered that he should be

called if anything was wrong. He entered his car with his gang and

boom out of the police station. Case closed! The most powerful person

of Walewale Constituency, Honourable Alidu Iddrisu Zakaria has spoken.

He told us to go to hell in a hand basket!
After the police was shown “where power lies”, we were only humiliated

with a sentence from the police: “Go home and settle it”. I wonder why

this severe bashings to my family could be made a “foolish case” in

this 21st century with the popular “powers that be”. But we had no

option than go home because we were not special Ghanaians.

However, I followed to the assailant home to beg them to leave my

mother and my sister alone but it ended up with fingers criss-crossing

my face. They dared me to even go and bring soldiers. They never

regretted their actions and avowed that they were going to demarcate

boundaries for my family in the vicinity. With courage, I had to put

my athletic prowess to test with a marathon walk away from the scene.

All expenses that we incurred including my mother's medical bills were

not defrayed or compensated, and that alone was not enough for our

assailants to feel remorseful of their conduct but still harass my

family because they have an MP. We can no longer enjoy the 1992

Constitutional right of freedom of movement. I wish like taking the

law into my hands and reciprocate that attack, but one thing that

keeps hitting my mind is that “I have no MP; I have no bigwigs”.

It is a very big shame if the lawmakers (MPs) help and protect people

who break the very laws they made as evident in our case. But as the

good President J. E. A. Mills said, “The wheels of justice move slowly

but it shall surely get to its destination”. I know for sure that my

family will have justice on this matter, at least from God. When the

seed of discord is sown and nurtured, it will certainly germinate. The

assailant family has sown it and the MP has nurtured it. It fruit

shall be bitter.
It is an open secret that we are not only the victims of

denied-justice on the corridors of political intercession. The laws of

the land seem very useless and inapplicable in the realms of politics.

What a shame! Who are politicians? Gods of Livelihood!? If they make

laws and policies, so what! A politician is a vampire that sucks the

blood of the cripples who cannot run for their dear lives, (there are

few exceptions to the definition). I cannot decipher employees being

stubborn before their employers. Politicians are employed and paid by

citizenry. It must be made known to them repeatedly.

I am not quite perturbed about the issue because our plight is a tip

of an iceberg. There are people who have killed or help to kill yet

they walk freely with pride and impunity. The professed laws even look

at them with fear. So, how will importance be attached to severe

boxing of a poor woman and her daughter? Lawlessness is the order of

the day. The weak is in trouble!
Power, Money and Education are now the prerequisites for justice. You

can go to hell with your Mountain Everest Truth. I got this impression

from the MP who legitimately denied us justice. I can only envisage

Ghana as a jungle if truth is allowed to suffer in the hands of Power,

Money and Education.
If I was a lawyer, the assailant family would have witnessed a real

“Clash of the Titans”. I would have read Law if it was not the big

man's child preserve in Ghana (Who will help me to read this Law?). I

feel totally useless before my mother because no matter how useless

one's mother, this matter certainly will have no burial permit in

one's heart.
As I aspire to become a special Ghanaian (politician) one day, I can

only console my mother and family that I will seek them justice come

what may.
For now, justice is for power!
Abdulai Hanan R. Confidence
[email protected]
NTC, Tamale
TEIN (P.R.O.)