Authenticity Is Our Hallmark

John Mahama and Akufo-Addo

Once in the deep forest, the God of Heavens bequeathed to the animal kingdom a pot of gold. He demanded of the animals to choose their strongest so the new wealth would be placed in his custody, and to manage it.

Lion, the hitherto king of the jungle sprung up, roared and said to the God of Heavens thus: “you the Creator, you wrought the living, and in me the lion you reposed an unchallenged strength. And if to the strongest you’ll make overseer of your precious chest, why do you look farther? Do we enquire of who weaved the cobwebs whilst we live with the spider in our home?”

Angered to the bone, the tiger responded to the lion in a more fierce tone, fawning and showing the long sharp nails on his paws. The tiger fumed as this: “see who talks. To whom must the jungle consort should we look for the strongest to be the steward of such a priced inheritance as the God of Heaven’s gold, than I, the tiger, who never feared the pellets from the hunter, or the spear from the shooters? Whoever within his spirit trusts his strength must show so with a wager of his muscles, challenge me to a fight”.

As this banter between the two combatants went on, the inhabitants of the jungle were polarised unto two camps. Half throwing their weights behind the lion, and the other half wished the tiger a victor.

The baboo who swings in the tree – branches had ten offsprings. Five of whom were on the camp of the lion, and the other five were loyal to the tiger.
Same polarity were seen in the family of the deer, that of the boar, the wolf, and amongst the rabbit also. Almost in every family, you’ll not have all the heads conforming to one school of thought. It’s either of the lion’s, or of the tiger’s.

It was a fierce sight to behold.
Before the judge Himself, God of Heavens, whistled for the commencement of the combat, as if propelled on a spring – launchpad, the lion reached the tiger with a photo – speed. They locked horns bravely as their individual strengths could carry them. Word for word, fist for fist, and scratch for scratch.

None was carrying the day. It was largely an even fight. The two were all southpaws (left-handed), and everyone knew the fighting style of the other. Until the lion had a better part to shove tiger off his feet. The tiger was nearly crashed into a base of the iroko tree. It took a rope that reaches the tall tree’s branches that the tiger held unto to avoid his deadly collision. Before he rested on the rope to reenergise and continue the combat, a senior baboo on the side of the lion attempted pulling up the tiger’s supporting rope.
The second baboo who also sympathise with the tiger got madly angry, and in a hurry swung to the Hunter’s hut, and there fetched fire. The second baboo threatened to set ablaze the camp of the lion. Sympathisers are now joining the main scuffle, the third and the fourth baboos who swear allegiance to the lion showed to their senior brother baboo that they also know the Hunter’s hut. And within a blink of an eye, they bore torches of fire, and the darkened forest was reddened with its brightness.

The God of Heavens whose intention was not to cause chaos in the jungle, stood watching the two leaders and what will be their reactions to the agitations of their backers.

Fearing the worse, the lion ceased fire with his main challenger, the tiger, and to his faithfuls he ordered to douse their fires in the next pond. Adding, “it’s this forest that shelters all of us, if we raze it down in our angst, we thus destroy our habitation”.

The tiger who wouldn’t wish it either losing his home was calmed by the patriotic words of the lion, and to his camp he called for calmness, and blowing to death the threatening red fire. Racing to be more patriotic than the lion, the tiger said it before the God of Heavens and all those gathered that: “since the lion first forwarded his candidacy to the stewardship of the pot of gold, he should carry the day’s crown as the overseer of the bequeathed wealth. What I pray of him is to always remember that my camp commands not a fewer sympathisers to his, as witnessed in the day’s battle that ended abruptly. If the lion grace his neck with the God of Heavens’ jewelry, he shouldn’t forget it that those with necks from the camp of the tiger’s should be adorned also”.
Concluding his conceding speech, the tiger added that: “for the fear of offending some people one chooses to swallow the phlegm, but will not do so when it’s a deadly poison on the tongue”.

The lion stretched a friendly hand to shake that of the tiger, and the two embraced to welcome peace in the jungle. The God of Heavens blessed the pot of gold for the animal kingdom, and it didn’t take long, the jungle saw prosperity in gilded decor, pomp and pageantry.

On the seventh day of December, 2020, we Ghanaians went to the polls to elect our members of Parliament and a president to steer the affairs of our republic for the next four years. The polarised partisan nature of our geopolity meant we had a very close contest between the two main candidates representing the two major political parties in the country – New Patriotic Party (NPP) and the National Democratic Congress (NDC).
As it’s with the proverbial teeth and tongue who though may fight but wouldn’t need a mediator to settle their differences, Ghana came out of the exercise victorious irrespective of pockets of minor incidents reported to have raced to take the shine out of the global applause accorded us – we’re the torchbearer, the trailblazer of people’s power, democracy.

The electoral commissioner declared the incumbent, Nana Akuffo Addo, the winner. As was in the forgone parable, the main challenger is raising a number of issues to dispute the results given by the commissioner.

Ghana is the grassy forest that shelters all of us. What undergirds our long-lasting peace in this Fourth Republic is our respect for the pillars of our democracy, the judiciary in particular.

As we in anxiety wait for the reaction of former president John Mahama aside his initial speech of rejecting “a fictional results by the Electoral Commission”, we encourage all agitated parties to resort to jaw-jaw than war-war.

In my native Goka, we say: Ɔsaman se ɛnyɛ ɛnɛ nko ne anadwo.
(There is always the second chance).

Ghana is the Victor!
Ghana Ayekoo (Congratulations)!
God bless our homeland Ghana!

Written by: Charles Yeboah (Sir Lord)
The Founder of One Ghana Movement (#1GhM)
Contact: +233249542111

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