Book Review: I Speak of Ghana

Book: I Speak of Ghana

Author: Nana Awere Damoah

Format: E-book (Kindle and Smashwords)

Reviewer: Ato Kwamena Dadzie

I’ve been digging in the 37 corners of my

mind for a nicer, more diplomatic way to make this confession. So far, I’ve

come up terribly short so I’d just say it as it is. Are you ready? Here goes: I

am terribly ashamed to call myself a Ghanaian. At airport terminals, I cringe

when I have to take out my passport. It is a terrible feeling and I wish there

was just one great thing I could take pride in my Ghanaian-ness, and, thereby,

wash away the shame of my nationality. But, frankly, there is none.

I know majority of Ghanaians don’t feel the

way I do. The average Ghanaian would scream to the high heavens that he’s proud

of his nation. How do I know?

I conducted a highly unscientific poll a

few years ago after President John Kufuor named a minister of Information and

National Orientation, with a mandate to make Ghanaians feel proud of

themselves, their nation and its (thieving) leaders. The whole project seemed

to me like an idea that was too blatantly socialist that even Fidel Castro

would need more than a heavy dose of encouragement to pick it up. So, on radio

and on the streets, I asked people, first, whether they were proud to be

Ghanaians, and, if so, what made them so proud. I got a lot of people thumping

their chests to the point that I sometimes felt they risked fracturing their

ribs and sternums all in an effort to proclaim pride in their nation.

On the second question (what made them so

proud), however, I saw people scratching their heads, slapping their foreheads

and tugging on their beards as they tried to build a basis for their

nationalistic pride. At least one man reached down ‘there’ to adjust his

crotch. In all cases, I waited patiently. When the people I spoke to eventually

came up with answers to the second question, they mentioned monumental characteristics

like “peace”, “our hospitality”, “football”, “Kofi Annan”, “Ghana is the first

country south of the Sahara to gain independence”, “we are one of the world’s

leading producers of cocoa” and “God has blessed us so much”.

Clearly, none of those responses convinced

me. Thus I am still desperately searching for a reason to be a proud Ghanaian.

I will bet my last pesewa that I am not alone in this search and if push comes

to shove, I can point to one person who may not necessarily share in my shame,

but is very much aware that Ghana is retrogressing. Nana Awere Damoah is more

diplomatic, and thinks deeper than I do so he expresses his ‘shame’ by saying

that Ghanaians live under a “delusion that we are doing well”. In other words,

Ghana has not lived up to its potential, yet most of its citizens seem content

with the sorry state of the nation.

Damoah is a chemical engineer and writer

who is fast establishing himself as one of Ghana’s preeminent thought leaders.

In previous publications, Damoah has eloquently expressed his thoughts on

issues ranging from politics to Christian living. His latest instalment,

however, is more focussed on a subject that is as dear to his heart as it is to

mine – the land of our birth.

In I Speak of Ghana, Damoah offers

an insightful diagnosis of the ills that make Ghanaians scratch their heads

when asked about the things that make them proud of their nation – corruption,

apathy, short-sighted leadership, poor planning, petty mindedness,

unidirectional thinking (that is on the few occasions that thinking does

occur), lack of toilet facilities and even hope. Yes, in Ghana, hope is a big

problem that hinders the resolution of larger, everyday problems. “No

development is going on in this country”, Damoah writes. Yet, instead of

working hard and planning for development, Ghanaians and their leaders seem to

be heavily sedated on hope – the hope that things would somehow get better on

their own. But as Damoah points out, “hope is not a strategy”.

I Speak of Ghana is largely a

collection of essays, some of which detail Damoah’s patriotism and his desire

to see Ghana (and Africa at large) move to a place where every citizen of the

land can justifiably thump his chest in pride. Getting there would entail most

Ghanaians committing themselves to an activity a large segment of the citizenry

currently shy away from. “Many of us don’t spend quality time thinking,” Damoah

asserts. “But if we are to be rich and prosperous…the quality and quantity of

[our] thoughts matter.”

In I Speak of Ghana, Nana Awere

Damoah is offering Ghanaians a portrait of their nation, a portrait, which,

unfortunately, is not the least flattering. Yet, even the most proud Ghanaian

who wouldn’t like to see the nation’s dirty linen displayed so openly in a book

would also realize that Damoah’s aim is not to shame the nation, but to

encourage its citizens to start thinking critically about building a better

nation, if not for ourselves today, for future generations. At the very least,

we must start thinking of laying the foundations for them to build on.

Otherwise, not only would they also struggle for reasons to be proud of their

forebears, but they would look back on us with utter shame and contempt,

wondering what the heck we spent our lives doing.

Ato Kwamena Dadzie is a journalist and

author of Pretending to be President.