“Looking at the King’s own mouth one would think he never sucked at his mother’s breast.” Bagbin, though, cracked it for himself, at least for three years in arid Libya.
As for John Mahama, his highest period of stay outside Ghana has been his three months in France. For him, it can be claimed he is of noble birth. But the sort of accusations that were said to have been heaped up by these personalities on yours the poor soul suggested that they each lived for at least three years in the United States or United Kingdom. America, three months, zero! And parliamentary calls barely last a week. To wit, Mahama’s postgraduate studies in Moscow was by distance, and he doesn’t even know his campus properly, but the contrary is often touted in the media.
As for the Fulbright scholar—the late Lampo Karachi—he had a blend of British and American life from the academia as he was oscillating between universities as a student and later a lecturer/professor.
To set the ball rolling, Bagbin was too poor to have paid for an excursion to know Accra in his Secondary School, at least from his cow boy narrative. Those from the north know what I’m talking about. This is not a mere conjecture; am talking of a living soul who is there to confirm or deny the story.
Bagbin university! Bagbin Accra!! Bagbin graduated from the university of Ghana at a tender age, though. And after his national service in Akyem Chambers he enrolled in the Ghana Law School. After completing, he was jobless and embarked upon a trip to Libya. According to the legend, he carried his goatskin bag with its enclosures over his buy-won’t-buy for the harrowing journey. He occasionally retrieved groundnuts from his bag, cracked and threw into his mouth in consonance with Dagarti culture while trekking along the way.
The law student taught English in Sukh Jumah, a school for the blind, for three years as an international accolade. (This statement by no means condemns the blind as the first blind to be a minister of state in Ghana hails from Bagbin’s own region. I am referring to the current minister responsible for chieftaincy and traditional affairs, Dr. Henry Seidu Danaa).
Bagbin had no business in Tripoli, the only (then) metropolitan capital, several miles away from his school. Bagbin’s role was a classroom teacher and he held no administrative position whatsoever until his return. He was called to the bar upon returning.
After dabbling in Accra for about a decade, Ghana returned to constitutional rule and the creation of new constituencies served as a booster. Other well meaning scholars from his neighbourhood such as Puozaa, Baga, Bandie were in the academia and Bagbin was the only “surviving soul” in his niche; so the mantle fell on him with the people’s admiration for Rawlings’ personal integrity (and later the umbrella) coupled with Bagbin’s personal recitals on Accra and Libya. Every Ghanaian now knows Bagbin as a law maker and law breaker and not a lawyer.
Bagbin was a back bencher in the first and second parliaments of the forth Republic even though he claimed to have chaired the Public Accounts Committee, in a corridor political conversation.
With the turn of the millennium, I happened to be in the same secondary school which Bagbin attended for his Ordinary Level Certificate. So I am speaking of a fellow OLD BONE.
One day whilst in a morning assembly, Mr. Moses Donneyong, our headmaster recounted the achievements of GREAT WASEC, after entreating us to give due regard to our Wasec Anthem, and started mentioning personalities like the Minority Leader…I was quite dissatisfied. I did not count his position any less, but I wanted to hear Majority Leader, Ministers, Ambassadors and possibly a President. Wasec was too old have had a minority leader being the highest in its portfolio. I thought the old man didn’t know the school’s history well as a Johny-Just-Come.
Little did I know in about a decade’s time I would lock horns with this unseen being.
And so it happened. The onus fell on me as Nkrumah prophesied about African liberation in his Trinitarian preaching in America little knowing he would himself play a pivotal role.
I am also a product of the unique university which Bagbin and his colleagues argued to establish in his dull days. (It’s not in my interest whether he personally had any contribution thereof to his credit.) In any course, they can’t make any claim since none attended an NDC university, if any.
So also as a service personnel like the Akyem Chambers boy I raised a suspected corruption issue in Suntreso Hospital, Kumasi, involving Dr. Opoku-Adusei, the boss of the Ghana Medical Association and his allies.
The Sukh Jumah school teacher, who later became (or so he claimed to be) a member of two international parliamentary networks of anticorruption, and a home-bred soul opted to spearhead the investigation together with scores of people when Mills was the President of the Republic.
CORRUPTION! OPPRESSION!! OPPRESSION!!! INDESCRESION!!!! Here is one unhealthy legacy Professor Mills left behind. If Mills would receive any posthumous humiliation, then that would be in this case.
According to the story, the law maker used his hard-gleaned integrity to seduce the then Governor of Bank of Ghana (his Excellency Paa Bekoe) with a promise of an unseen reward, and together with other signatories they managed to secure some funds from the central government accounts and with countless collaborators financed this nightmare.
That coincided with WASEC’s fortieth and UDS’s twentieth anniversaries. I have since condemned the first two arms of government on this phenomenon. The judiciary is the only arm I’m waiting to lambast and languish in jail. It is, however, my prayer that they would be led by their rightful conscience and high moral standing in case it falls on them, too.
Bagbin should know that there is freedom of choice even in socialist society. And things don’t work the way he thinks. Instead of pinning his buttocks to his Nadowli-Kaleo hot saddle he spinned and grinned for the positions of Speaker and President both of which were a fiasco. Mills and Mahama notched his ear on this. For me Bagbin’s place could have been the Ministry of Justice and Attorney General’s Dep’t ( but could Betty Mould or Amidu or Kunbuor have been any less qualified?) What of Local Government? Why then Water Resources and later Health. You are entreated to read Government by Magic Spell by Saida Haggi Dirie; it’s a net-based publication and Google can help you get it. His only experience had been a low level member in the water committee in parliament. As for the health, ask Suntreso, I would not speak again.
Bagbin could really have won the third highest title in the land if he was patient enough to rob shoulders with Adjaho. He, however, chose to exude his anger on an innocent soul, dissatisfied with the Majority Leader position and his Housing Ministry of which he doesn’t even know how to place a block in construction. Ask him today if he wishes to be a cabinet minister–cum-majority leader, but that is never to come again.
Moreso, the behavior of Hannah Tetteh and the Appointments Committee earlier this year made me abandon proceedings in the house and government business in general. Her furious denial of knowledge of Suntreso and the petitioner! It’s irksome and harmful! This letter parliamentarians treated with disregard. And even Yiele Chireh of Wa West uttered garbage in full glare of human beings like Haruna and Okudjeto. Others having nothing to say blamed it on my handwriting. And the almighty Nyimadu skipped the role to his deputy. Days are coming when the entire committee (or those present) and their chairman would be reduced to ground zero.
As for John Mahama he fears to exhume the old name. Notice that the uncle of this Bob Loose-Conscience started corruption in Ghana; that is certainly one of the reasons why he is sitting on his testicles unwilling to get up. That is not the main reason, though. He would sooner appear before a competent court to tell us why he had chosen to violate his oath of office|(–all manner of persons…) He has chosen to abuse cabinet with indiscretion and impunity—“the height of hypocrisy!”
The evil is often buried with the dead in Ghanaian society. Mills may your soul rest in peace.
Your’s the scribe is like the “poor boy from Binduri,” languishing in John Mahama’s home town, with a Master of Science, Literature Combined(MSLC).