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JJ Rawlings: Megalomaniac In Search Of Sanity

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 Source: Mensema, Akadu Ntiriwa

(PART 1)

*By Akadu Ntiriwa Mensema, Ph. D.; Post-Grad. Dipl.

**This poem was inspired by Rawlings’ claim that President Yar’Adua of Nigeria saved Ghanaians from the claws of the NPP’s efforts to rig the last election: it is one of several allegations that Rawlings has made without any evidence.

PROLOGUE: THE NOISY UNRULY KING

JJ promised to kill mosquitoes

To rid Ghana and Africa of malaria

But mosquitoes are not the slain judges

So he didn’t kill them, not at all ever

Instead mosquitoes are his best friends

And one them is called General Mosquito

It’s one of JJ’s laundry lists of hallucinations

Pet projects that are only in his mind’s eye

He bought speedboats to kill mosquitoes

But the speedboats sail in Konadu’s Jacuzzi

A Jacuzzi that was bought for her back-ache

At a time when hospitals were graveyards

At a time when the masses were suffering

JJ has not honored any of his promises

Not when he was the head of state

Not when he was the King of the P/NDC

Not now when he is still the King of NDC

Not since he left the besmeared office

And took away sixteen state cars

JJ has not honored any of his promises

Not the promise of killing mosquitoes

Which street kids in Accra do daily

In order to fall asleep on the street-side

While JJ sleeps joyfully in air-condition

Yes he rose from yoke-gari debited rags

From yoke-gari rags to credited riches

Yes, he can afford costly designer items

Yet he still talks about accountability

He claims all his opponents are corrupt

And he alone is a paragon of virtue

Rawlings is riding muled-Ghanaians

And we are in for a long deceitful ride

ACT 1: 1979 THE COMING OF THE MEGALOMANIAC

When he came in 1979

He was lean and hungry-looking

He was a dirty leaf in a gale of winds

Today he is well-fed not on yoke gari

His waistline is as large as Korle Lagoon

Full of unwanted residue of recklessness

When he came in 1979 he was disheveled

Today he is well-groomed and contented

He wears the best designer clothes

His children look good in theirs too

And his wife has seven house-helps

When he came in 1979

He preached transparency, probity

Today we know nothing about his wealth

He says that his ghost friends support him

Perhaps those who were killed in his era

His probity is called Indemnity Clause

When he came in 1979

He preached populist people’s power

But did not tolerate opposition

He even “ shit”-bombed press houses

He even set fire to the premises of GBC

The fire was not about cooking yoke gari

It was to cover up his extant atrocities

He carted newspapers from the archives

It was not to read because he can’t read

He erased his evils from recorded news

When he came in 1979

Broken-bottle haircut became an art-form

To silence and identify his opponents

BNI became his instrument of torture

Death squads roamed at night for prey

And the Castle’s dungeon tasted blood

When he came in 1979

He preached austerity and frugality

He told all of us to tighten our belts

But he ate like an angry-hungry man

Who was fed up with yoke-gari

When he came in 1979

He pontificated one person one toilet

Today he has 15 toilets at Ridge

And Yaa Konadu bought a Jacuzzi

Konadu IMPORTED the Jacuzzi

The first of its kind in West Africa

It was meant to relax her back ache

When he came in 1979

Yaa Konadu was a shadow of herself

Today Konadu is very rich and powerful

She can make and unmake her enemies

31st December Movement was good

But it did not help women, but helped her

It flooded women in the path of the PNDC

She never said no to the abuse of women

When women were caned in the genitalia

Yaa Konadu loved it because she loves it

When he came in 1979

Nkrumah’s Ghana was united and solid

Today, he has divided up Ghana

Divisiveness between Akans and Ewes

Divisiveness among Northern groups

Between Akuapem Guans and Akans

He told Northerners about Asante hegemony

He told Fantes “Adze wo fie na oye”

To Ewes Kufour developed only Asante

But Kufour’s eight years was a Heaven-sent

Eggs of progress were hatched in Eweland

At least he built Keta Sea Wall in 2 years

While Rawlings couldn’t do it in 19 years

When he came in 1979

There was no bloodshed in Ghana

He brought violence and bloodshed

Soldiers openly and freely brutalized us

The Castle/ BNI became torture chambers

Today he has patented violence in Ghana

The looming violence of the last election

Was born out of Rawlings’ threat to all

Either the NDC won or mass violence

When he came in 1979

Wee-smoking was an anathema, secretive

The masses learnt that he smoked wee

Wow if the head of state smoked wee

The mesmerized youth did what he did

And today drug use has lost its stigma

Wee is nothing and cocaine is nothing

ACT 2: 1979 THE YEAR GHANA DIED

So the King of Kings arrived in 1979

Hungry, destitute, and angry-looking

Surrounded by pseudo intellectuals

Who had never published any work

Who masqueraded as socialists at Legon

Who wore thread-bare tie-&-dye to class

Who mouthed rights, equality, freedoms

The Tsikatas, Ahwois, Botchways, Mills

The ostensible poverty-induced socialists

Who dabbled in Marxian madness

Overnight became vampire capitalists

And loved good food and expensive wines

They administered the kangaroo courts

That sent hundreds to their deaths

That sent thousands to prisons of death

And millions also took to frightened flights

When the king slaughtered three judges

Mills and Tsikata the hollow law profs

Never protested the murder of the judges

Never said no to the victimization of women

That led to whipping women in genitalia

They enjoyed the cries of Makola women

Savored the agonies of rape victims

Never said no to democratization of violence

Never said no to broken-bottle haircuts

Never said no to opponents drinking cement

Never said no to the beating of Arkaah

Never said no the impoverization of Limann

Overnight Tsikatas, Ahwois, Botchways

Shed their socialist-tailored uniforms

And wore Italian-made suits and shoes

Instead of walking in lorry-tire footwear

They floated in expensive Italian footwear

Opportunists joined the PDCs & WDCs

Yes the Dan Agbodakpis and E. T. Mensahs

Never understood Socialism and its jargons

But used socialism to acquire filthy wealth

ACT 3: RAWLINGS – THE HOLLOW CHILD

PNDC mangled the ecomini

Even Kutu Acheampong was a god

With his Operation Feed Yourself

Rawlings mangled the ecomini

Could not account for the 50-cedi notes

Could not account for seized properties

Could not account for food shortages

Could not account for petrol shortages

Could not account for soaring inflation

Could not account for wanton violence

Could not account for death squads

Could not account for Ms. Cotton woman

Who chose to plant rice in her inner thighs

Rawlings has not accounted for anything

Not in his mother’s home

Not in Achimota school

Not in the air force

Not in the slave castle

Where he beat up Arkaah for fun

Not in the three bungalows at Ridge

Where his mosquito friends live

Well he has one achievement

And it is called the INDEMNITY CLAUSE

To cover up all his bastardization actions

The UNprobity, UNaccountability, etc.

Cowards die many times before their time

JJ Rawlings is long dead and snoring

And words from his bulbous nose

Smells like a bouquet of putrefaction

Like poisoned fish in the Korle Lagoon

It is not good for public consumption

*Akadu N. Mensema is a proud Denkyira beauty. She is a trained oral historian and sociologist, and is a Professor in the USA. She writes what critics have called “populist hyperbolic, satirical” poetry. She can be reached at akadumensema@yahoo.com

Columnist: Mensema, Akadu Ntiriwa