Deputy Chief of Staff under the erstwhile Mahama administration, Valerie Sawyer has charged President Nana Addo Dankwa-Akufo-Addo to wake up from slumber and rise to the task of safeguarding citizens from harm as he promised.
In a letter to the president, Miss Sawyer asked why the President has decided to catnap even amidst all the chaos the country has been plunged into because of his negligence.
She is appalled by the fact that the peace of the country is being compromised by the selfish interests of a few persons, particularly by the President who has chosen to keep mute and watch its citizens being ‘slaughtered’ in batches.
For a man who used to understand and adhere to ‘goodness and democracy’ she maintained, he seems to have lost a great deal of those with his current position.
Miss Sawyer further questioned the rationale behind pursuing the construction of a National Cathedral if all he is going to do is remain an Abattoir Commando who oversees ‘slaughtering, cutting, deboning and processing’ of precious lives.
What’s even more disappointing for her is the fact that the men of God and religious leaders also strangely keep mute whenever there is violence or chaos in this country especially when they are to be the forerunners of peace and sanity in the country.
Her comments follow recent chaos that erupted at the La Bawaleshie Center during the Ayawaso West Wuogon.
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Aaaaaa, ooooh, eeeeeei, aaaooow!
Maaba, ad?n, nuké, yaa ya, why?
Are we goats, sheep, cows, or are we chickens?
Is Ghana now an abattoir (slaughter house)?
I heard wailing and gnashing of teeth at Ayawaso West Wuogon on January 31, 2019. The by-election left many unanswered questions and unresolved mysteries:
Is it true that masked, heavily armed men masqueraded as authentic security personnel riding in military grade vehicles marked ‘Police SWAT’?
Is it true that they assaulted, shot at and brutalised Ghanaian citizens all in the name of Ayawaso West Wuogon by-elections?
Is it true that gunshots and bullets found their resting place in human flesh as the blood flowed on the streets of La-Bawaleshie?
Is it true that at least ten persons were rushed to the Legon and 37 Military hospitals?
Is it true that Sam George (MP) was violently assaulted and threatened with words like ‘remember that there are stray bullets’?
Is it true that Edem Agbana, NDC Deputy National Youth Organiser, was brutally assaulted at Legon?
Is it true that Harvey, brother of the NDC Deputy National Women’s Organiser, was brutalised until he lost consciousness with blood oozing out of his mouth?
Is it true that Maame Afua, NDC Deputy Women’s Organiser, was badly manhandled?
Is it true that Kate, NDC Women’s Organiser for Ayawaso West Wuogon Constituency, was assaulted? … and still counting …
I weep this morning, my heart is heavy, I pray for the wounded ones, I pray for their families, I pray for the NDC, I pray for the nation. Lord, hear my prayer and let my cry come onto thee!
Then I ask – where are the voices of reason in this nation?
Being a Presbyterian at a time when the Charismatic revival took place in Ghana, I defied all odds to join the Charismatics and to worship as a Charismatic Pentecostal. No one understood me in my home, but I had had a Saul to Paul spiritual encounter and no one could stop me.
They asked why I was joining one of the ‘corner churches’ or ‘mushrooming churches’ when persons of dignity were in the orthodox churches. I was put under severe pressure by any means necessary to stop attending ‘that church’.
Those were very different days from today. Today, it is fashionable to attend Charismatic Churches, well decked out, and worship in nice big buildings with high social status.
Our time was a time of spiritual warfare when you had to defy all kinds of forces (physical and spiritual) to worship as a Charismatic, but with my usual passion and zeal for tackling matters, I burst into it with power and with might.
I defied my parents, defied friends, defied social status, defied everything defiable. After a short stint at the Legon Pentecostal Church while on campus, I moved to Action Chapel on the advice of my spiritual mother, Olivia.
We met for services under a canopy behind the premises of the airport duty free shop. We moved to trade fair … we moved to the Teachers’ Hall … we moved back to the duty free premises … then we moved to Spintex road.
When we moved as a group to pray on the land on which the Action Chapel stands now it was a mini forest. We walked through thick bush to bless and sanctify the land wondering where the money would come from to build the church. The vision was big but our faith was bigger.
The struggle called for days of fasting and prayer. I could attend all-night services four or five times a week. Apologies to those who attend one all-night prayer service a week today and think the world should bow and call them holy. I smile, casting my mind back to days on campus when we would be rudely awoken at 4.30am by a gentleman shouting at the top of his voice, in what was known as a ‘dawn broadcast’.
He would parade the inside lane of Volta Hall calling all out to Christianity and ‘born-againism’. He would not limit his calls to generality and the word of God. He would call our names and our room numbers and literally castigate us. For example, Sybil your hair is your vanity. If you do not change your ways, you will end up in the lake of fire.
Sybil had very long and beautiful hair. Needless to say, Volta Hall especially those who he had lambasted on a particular morning, would rain insults on him as they murmured amongst themselves the whole day. Several times did we hear K3 being blasted during ‘dawn broadcast’. K3 was my room number at the time. That gentleman was Bishop Dag Heward Mills, overflowing with the power of the Holy Spirit and sometimes with emotions.
My right hand is cupped behind my right ear and I have bent my head towards you as I call. President Akufo Addo wake up! Are you sleeping! Are you snoring! Search your conscience, search deep within your heart if you can find it, search the recesses of your sullied soul and find the sparks of goodness and democracy you seemed to understand and adhere to very, very long ago. We are waiting Mr. President! Your citizens are waiting! While we are at it, may I ask –
Is it true that after all this vandalism of human flesh and blood and hooliganism of the highest order, out of the 90,000 or so names on the Ayawaso West Wuogon voters’ register, less than 17,000 persons voted, i.e., barely 19%?
Is it true that after boycotting the elections at 10am on the day of voting, NDC lost the Ayawaso West Wuogon seat by only 6,000 votes, compared to 2016 when NDC lost that seat with over 10,000 votes?
In the midst of your abattoirism, Mr. President, the record speaks for itself. The people have spoken. They are totally dissatisfied with your governance style and skills. Apart from the hunger, the moaning and the groaning you have brought upon them, you are now maiming and brutalising them.
Mr. President, do you know the story of the king who woke up one day to find that he had no subjects? Ayooooo! Remember the words of Ling Yao – ‘a king exists for his people; without subjects rulers cannot exist’.
Also remember Proverbs 14:28 which says ‘in the multitude of people is the king’s honour; but in the lack of people is the destruction of the prince’.
Mr. President, I challenge you to do the right thing to bring decency and honour to your term in office.
Oman Ghana … dué dué dué … dué ni amanehunu!!!
