A letter from prison - part 1

Dear Mr. President,

I extend my sincerest gratitude to you and your government. Sir, as
custom demand, I had to sunk deep my sorrow and still wish you well.
But all is not well, Sir!

Your Excellency, you may have difficulty recollecting the source of
this letter. But let's make progress.

My new home is very humbling. Oh! Okay! Someone just whispered into my
ear; "give a brief narration of your ordeal" he murmured. It was, a
promising Saturday morning in our neighborhood. Old and Young came out
to exercise, all in the name of "keep fit". Ironically, loads of
carbohydrates intake afterwards, defeat the purpose of such a
strenuous exercise.

In the midst of this cardiopulmonary rejuvenating exercise, I heard a
call from two heavily built men in a Car inscripted National Security.
Immediately, the atmosphere became mute, I mastered courage to
respond, yes! W.O Yakubu, our instructor been an Ex services Man
understood the happenings much better and managed to signal me to keep
mute and wait for my lawyer.

They drove me away in a Rambo styled, maybe the first of its kind in
my Neighborhood. "Dwenewoho" is a suburb of the kintampo North
Municipality,where I was born till date. As the name suggests, we are
peace loving inhabitants. I could feel my heart pumps faster whiles in
the vehicle heading towards an unknown location. Palpitations am told
are symptomatic of pathology or anxiety-related, like this. So I kept
my cool! Trusting God is in control. Memories of how political
opponents were muscled away and returned no more during the dark days
of history became glaring and frightening.

Dear reader, permit me to divert your attention to something equally
important. COVID-19 is not only a Pandemic, but also a tester of our
Health systems locally and Internationally. Indeed, it has also given
us, Golden opportunity to remember the existence of a supreme being.
Very unusual, it has shown the worth of sanitizers compared to anointed
Oil.

However, Government's approach to dealing with this crisis is
abysmal. And the earlier the moral society speaks up the better for us
all. Sound bytes won't fix the problem. We have all the solutions
here. The only critical problem now is leadership. Don't just waste
precious calories to understand this. Do you remember the brouhaha
associated with the lifting of the lockdown? The social science
informed decision.

Whiles in the car, I had a fair share of how judgement day would look
like. One of the officers, whose name I stole a glance at read "Yaw
Hanson". He would repeatedly say, "kwasia" you think you can sit on
radio and say anything this time"? No way! This quickly brought me to
terms with what could possibly be my crime, Politics! We're faced with
the excesses of an elected tyrant. A night to that fateful morning, I
went for a political talk show and delivered to the best of my
ability.

On Monday, the Police will charge and prepare me for Court. Luckily,I
had a legal representation. So, I won't attempt to explain the legal
issues. But, just to relay information,I told my comments were
treasonable and I intended to subvert the constitution of Ghana.
Laughable, isn't it? The Same constitution grants freedom of speech.
So how come my criticism of persons entrusted with State Power be
misinterpreted in such a capricious manner?

Mr. President,my new abode is a learning curve. It's not surprising to
have read a letter of the late Dr J B Danquah literally begging for
pardon from Dr Nkrumah. Life in the prisons is a struggle. Every step
is a competition.

It is seven (7) days, and I can tell a day long story. Wait! This
must be a call for us to take supper..

To be continued....
NB: _fiction_