Election talk Ghana (Part 3)

*By CAMERON DUODU*

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Waking up in the morning in the suburbs of Accra is an exhilarating experience. If one is not grateful to be alive, the birds quickly remind one that it is a unique gift to have been conceived and born into this world that was crafted on earth out of nothingness and is probably without parallel in a universe of trillions of stars and planets, that is still expanding to God knows where.

“Space is curved?” Did Einstein bother to explain why curves on earth are invariably relieved by straights, but the curve in space keeps its curvaceous line for ever? Aw shucks!

Well, the birds don’t worry about such things. They get up and begin their songs – songs meant to indicate their territorial boundaries, or invite the company of the opposite sex to themselves so that they can continue to propagate their cells; or to tell their kinsfolk that food or water abounds where they are.

We must thank God for small mercies, and certainly one of them is to hear the *apatupre *first thing in the morning. When I was a kid, we used to interpret its song, for it is quite sententious. We thought it was saying, “*Mankani da gyem, wonnkusa!”* (There’s a cocoyam in the fire, but you’re allowing it to burn on one side!”) We, like the birds, were always rather partial to thoughts of food, you see, and so, could only imagine that their songs were all about food!

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This particular bird has three variations of song: the full sentence, as quoted above; or a shortened form which stops in mid-sentence; or an even shorter version that ends at the word,“mankani”, without going any further. Sometimes it sings four or more lines at a trot; sometimes it only sings twice, and at other times, it just hollers once. What is it saying at those different times? Where is David Attenborough, when you need him?

Towards eight o’clock -- and only then -- a guy with a bass voice comes along and says something like “Ko-ko-RI!” It can recite that up to fourteen times, though the average length is about six times. I suspect that it is the same bird which at times changes its song to what sounds like “Kofi eh!” Whatever it is, the song is evocative – reminding me of days spent gazing at cocoa trees to see whether a bright yellow “Achem”, or its close relative, the even more beautifully accoutred “Achem Police” (with its vivid red sash over a black-blue cloak) could be spotted and catapulted down. Thank God I wasn’t any good as a hunter with a *tae* [catapult] for I would find it difficult to forgive myself now for shortening the life of such a beautiful bird and ending the song with which it announces its aliveness to the world.

Ah, it’s only 7.30 but one has already perched. It’s begun by merely saying *“whe-hwe-hwe!”, *but I am sure it will soon launch into its full 'air for cello and bassoon of the throat and diaphragm.'

Ah, there comes the song: a variation that says: *whiyuoo!...whiyuoo! (*Repeat 4 times!) And finally, at 7.48, the full bass version *chow-oh!—chow-oh!. *

Alas, if I were better equipped, I should be able to capture all these sounds and incorporate them into this piece. Must do it one day!

Meanwhile, T-cho-tcho-ii!—Tchotcho-ii! is is echoing through the air. Six times. And then a dead stop. What is the bird saying that I am obviously missing, for God’s sake?

In the evening, one bird is prominent: the “*Bre-kuo!” [owl, I think]*whose name is onomatopoeia incarnate, in the sense that it couldn’t be saying anything other than “I am the *obrekuo,* and I say it’s time to go to bed!”

I once heard how a man in a village felt insulted because a city-dweller type told him arrogantly that he “went to bed on the chimedsignal of the *obrekuo *bird!” The man was apparently hurt by the implied ‘insult’ that he couldn’t read the time, or he did not own a time-piece, even if he could read.

Was that an insult, though? Whether one went to bed by the sound of the *obrekuo’s *song, or by looking at a watch, wasn’t the result the same – sound sleep if one had a clear conscience? But I am not being fair: one could say that it was not so much the nature of the insult as the intention to insult that constituted the offence!

If I were back home, in the deep rain forest, I would also hear the * okotoporieh*, whose song constitutes not just a sentence but a complete verse; or the *aserewa sika-nsuo *[sun bird with liquid gold coloration] who uses fiddles in its throat to announce himself. Or the *kyerkyer sika*and the *kyerkyer apantu *which got their names because their tongues can’t reach farther than ‘*Kyer! Kyer!’* when they try to imitate their better-endowed compatriots.

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It's past 10 a.m. when I go in search of a little personal body-grooming, I learn that the young lady in charge of my manicure is pissed off with the NPP.

“I got up and went to the polling station at 3.30 a.m.,” she says. “I had even meant to get up earlier – at midnight. But it didn’t work out as the person coming to look after my baby didn’t show up early enough. I voted at about 12 noon! Everything went smoothly for me. But the machine wouldn’t accept the guy who was ahead of me. They tossed him aside after the sixth attempt and I voted. But shortly afterwards, the guy was also accepted by the machine! What sort of amazing machine was this? – one moment it doesn’t know you, and the next, it is saying “*Awaah! Waah! ’Tuu!”*

“And after all that, to hear that the NPP has allowed them to steal the votes? What were they party officials doing? Were they asleep? Even in an ordinary game, such as Ludo, people steal moves! Ah – they say: 'if you’re dim-witted, will I sit by you and not take advantage of you'? How much more a whole election? They’ve just allowed them to come back to eat the money again – *yebedii keke!”*

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Indeed, the NPP has a lot of explaining to do. Its supporters don’t understand how they say they were outsmarted. The NPP says the votes at polling stations were recorded unto blue sheets.Then these were transcribed on to white sheets, which the agents signed before they were transmitted to collation centres, from where they were faxed to the strong room of the Electoral Commission. The NPP thinks that a sleight-of-hand occurred during the processes of preparing the sheets for transmission. It is accusing some corrupt or partisan EC officials of changing the figures on some of the sheets, AFTER they had been signed by the party agents.They then superimposed the altered figures on to the signed parts of the forms, before faxing them! Which is a criminal offence known as forgery. It could only have been detected if the NPP officials in ther EC strongroom had cross-checked the faxed figures cgiven to them by the EC, with what their agents in the collation centres had been given. Apparently, this was not done. Even in these days of mobile phones.

One NPP chap told me that at one station, it was noticed that a change had occurred between the numeral figure and the figure as written in words, causing a loss of 90 votes to the NPP. But this was detected and corrected!

The point that worries some of us is this: should the NPP have made more of a fuss on the spot about incidents like that? Mind you, I am second-guessing the chaps on the spot: in the excitement of counting and recording votes, if someone makes a mistake and you spot it and he readily agrees to change it – perhaps even apologises for it -- the natural thing to do is to heave a sigh of relief and move on, isn’t it? You may not immediately think it is a PATTERN -- until you get further evidence. But certainly, it oughgt to have been reported to higher-ups. (If they could be found!)

If the NPP is right, then the NDC chaps in charge of the rigging used psychology, literacy in numeracy and other clever ploys to get their party past the 50+% of votes needed for victory. Which would prove that the NPP guys were taken for mugs by the NDC’s artful dodgers!

So, even if the NPP is able to demonstrate to the Supreme Court that it was cheated, it would, by the same token, be telling the world that some of its agents ‘under-performed’ on the night.

Of course, the NPP can say that it placed its trust in an ‘impartial’ Electoral Commission, which repaid the NPP’s trust by allowing ex-NDC security officers, serving NDC officials and other suspect personnel to be infiltrated into the staff of the electoral machinery, with the sole purpose of stealing votes and undermining the integrity of the election.

Courts, of course, do not care much about how clever a criminal was when he committed his crime, but in whether a crime WAS in fact committed. So, the Supreme Court will be the cynosure of all eyes in Ghana and the world, in the next few days, as it sorts out the electoral mess. This is the next step in our love affair with democracy, for without expert supervision by the judiciary, democracy is an empty shell. It is thus to be hoped that legal history of great import will be made – through able advocacy, and -- even more important – the emergence of very sagacious and brilliant adjudication, during the Ghana 2012 mother of all election petitions.

To say, as Charles Wereko Brobbey is saying very loudly, that because the NPP was outsmarted, it should forget about seeking redress in the courts, is a most retrograde and eccentric attitude. Democracy rests on the rule of law, and in the rule of law, anyone who is cheated can seek redress and restitution from the courts, irrespective of how the cheating he suffered happened to take place. And the motto of our judicial system is "God and mny right!" Those two elements in life are totally immutable.

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