FINALLY, I BREAK THE SILENCE PART 1

I bring you greetings my friends, lovers and enemies. It is indeed naive for any human being to think that s/he has no enemies. NO, not one. Even Christ and all the renowned prophets had enemies. The Good Book says woe unto you if you have no enemies; I love my enemies because they show me the way. I stated earlier that 'I am silent because silence is golden'; but a time will come when the blind will see, the deaf will hear and the dump will talk. It is important that when that time ever comes, what they get the opportunity to see will appeal to their eyes, to hear will be palatable to their ears and to speak/say will be sensible. As I have decided to break my silence, it is important that I move away from insinuations and castigation to specifics. I know Mr. Ofori-Dansoh will not be happy about this move but for now, it is the way forward. As suicidal as it might appear to my political career and as murderous as it might seem to my party (NDC), my options are limited. Suicidal and murderous because of the few revelations and specifics that will be touched. It has been said in Ghanaian traditional parlance that ill should not be spoken of the dead even if it is the truth; the Bible also says the truth shall set you free. The truth is the truth no matter how unpalatable it appears, whether it is about the dead or living.It is in this light that I am proceeding with this piece irrespective of the consequences. I however challenge any person living or dead to come out openly to debate me on any issue I talk about anywhere, anytime, anyhow; I will be ready. Before proceeding, let me take this opportunity to wish Irene Asamoah my deepest condolences from the bottom of my heart and apologize in advance to her if in my piece, I reveal any 'secrets' that had existed and may still exist between us. I believe that she will understand why I have had to come out at this time. As an unadulterated native of Tapa and for that matter Tapa-Amanya, a committed member of the NDC and a devoted, development oriented constituent of Biakoye , I am not remote to information at anytime. Constantly, on hourly basis, I receive and send uninterrupted calls to Biakoye; from Asakyiri to Nyinasim; Alavanyo to Anyinase. My entry into the politics of Biakoye NDC brought a new energy and interest into the people. Visiting the one hundred and eleven (111) branches across the length and breadth of the constituency, let one person come out to say that I insulted anybody in any of my campaign speeches and I will bow out in shame. I stated unequivocally at all times that, I possess a better human relation, lobbying power, vision and creativity to serve the people than what they have now. I stand by that statement and have demonstrated by accepting defeat at the polls (primaries); refusing to contest as an independent candidate in spite of the thunderous calls, congratulating the winner and incumbent who has refused to acknowledge the gesture; taking full part in the registration and exhibition exercises viz-a-viz a winner who passed through to register and check his name respectively. All these sacrifices I made and still making for the unity of my party and constituency. It is October 6th 2012 today only about sixty (60) days to a general election and no paraphernalia, no laid down campaign strategy, no solid campaign team and no attempt at fostering unity in Biakoye because some 'evil dwarfs' and 'sharp teethed, hard biting'(courtesy; founder of NDC; J.J. Rawling) want to scheme and maintain power? That feeling that Biakoye is a stronghold and so the people can be disregarded can not continue. The people of Biakoye deserve the respect given to every group as we see in Odododiodio, Ablekuma and even Buem constituencies. Under this circumstance, it is only selfish to try to hide the identity of a member who makes presentations to the party in any form. A bag of water for party volunteers should be well acknowledged. I have heard the accusations been leveled against me since 2010 when it became clear, my intent to contest towards election 2012. It started from names calling, false allegations, half truths, set-ups, twists for conformity to incivility and engagement in voodoo and its use to kill and destroy. I listened, watched and laughed because my strength emanated from Psalm 9:13-14; "13 Have mercy upon me, O Lord; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death: 14 That I may shew forth all thy praise in the gates of the daughter of Zion: I will rejoice in thy salvation." (KJV) In 2004, my political energy was expended in the Eastern Region mostly in constituencies where NDC existed in minority, with volatile reception and violent treatment but I prevailed. My contributions to my constituency was not hidden though. My uncle, senior and friend; Kofi Appiah contested as an independent candidate and lost gallantly. Some few months later, he died in a fatal motor accident in 2005. Who killed him? Were people not accused wrongly? It is becoming a norm that even the visibly sickly person will only die when someone kills him.In 2009 and beyond, Kaizaro and J.J.K. died in very bizarre circumstances, who killed them? In 2008, I was approached by the late J.J.K. Twumasi to contest the election against Hon. Kwasi Bandua because of non-performance. He told me in plain words that they (as in who he meant by they, I didn't ask) looked up to two (2) people; the late Williams Asamoah; who J.J.K. said could not contest due to ill-health. Another person he spoke about was Bismark Ofori who he said could not contest because he was implicated in cable theft case. I declined because I was still in school pursuing a Master's Degree, not ready for the contest though I had intimated to J.J.K. and the late Kwadwo Danso before that I will contest in future. Kwadwo Danso in his response asked me to get married before he could support me. May He Rest in Peace. He didn't live to see my marriage let alone support me. Coming to the end of this part, I will like to remind you that one of the key supporters of all time in Biakoye of Bandua is my own mother; Mad. Theresa Owusuwaa. Knowing my intentions, arrangements and time-lines, my mum openly confronted J.J.K. to stop persuading me to enter the race prematurely. This confrontation was misconstrued and given a lot of meanings. My mum was tagged as abandoning her own son for someone else but no appreciation is shown for it. Every member of my family and friends had his/her own share of the bashing and negotiation to ensure I did not contest. Mr. Adepa took the risk and lost. The name Willie was not part of the open discussions. It was only a back door discourse between J.J.K. and myself. See you next week end as we journey on the second part of this piece.