If Ghanaian politics had a comic book, Jakpa would be its caped crusader- minus the cape, but with twice the courage and a glare that makes NPP officials spill their coffee. Yes, the party that once swaggered through the corridors of power now shuffles nervously at the very mention of his name. Jakpa: NDC’s jewel, NPP’s living nightmare. The NPP thought they were the heroes of this story. They were wrong. Jakpa arrived.

Why is Jakpa such a headache for the NPP? Simple. The man has the guts of a true soldier. While others dabble in polite complaints and half-hearted protests, Jakpa stands firm, eyes blazing, calling out the NPP’s shenanigans like a seasoned general spotting enemy manoeuvres.

Where the NDC sees complexity, he sees opportunity; where the NPP hopes for meek compliance, he delivers defiance. And let’s be honest, the NPP has tried everything. Threats? Check. Court manoeuvres? Check. Media attacks? Check. But every ploy to cage him has spectacularly backfired, leaving the party haunted by the shadows of their own mischief. Karma, it seems, has a fondness for poetic justice, and Jakpa is the punchline.

The NPP isn’t scared because Jakpa is loud; they’re scared because he is relentless. Every underhanded scheme they concocted, every plot to put him behind bars, now stalks them like a ghost. Jakpa, ever unflinching, watches from the sidelines, the embodiment of calm retribution. It’s not just politics; it’s theatre. And in this theatre, Jakpa is both critic and hero, turning every attempted humiliation into a lesson in strategy, courage and patience.

The NPP’s first mistake? Underestimating him. They plotted, schemed, and even tried to throw him in jail, thinking confinement would tame the man. Instead, they unwittingly unleashed a force of nature.

Every evil plan they hatched, every attempt to corner or intimidate him, rebounded spectacularly. Like a comic-book villain rebounding from their own trap, karma itself seemed to have taken a keen interest in Jakpa.

Now, the party walks the streets of opposition nervously, haunted by their own shadows, glancing over shoulders as if the very karma of their intentions is stalking them. And who waits at the finish line, calm as a monk in meditation? Jakpa, of course, arms crossed, eyes steady, unflinching.

What makes Jakpa terrifying to the NPP is not magic, it’s guts. The man has the audacity of a lion, the strategy of a grandmaster, and the patience of a saint. While others falter, he stands tall, calling out the NPP’s antics with surgical precision.

Where they hope for meek compliance, he delivers defiance. Where they expect fear, he plants resolve. He is the nightmare that refuses to sleep, the superhero whose superpower is principle, courage, and an uncanny ability to turn the opposition’s schemes into public embarrassment.

For the NDC, Jakpa is a treasure that cannot be overstated. He is the jewel that gleams brightest when the stakes are highest. Treat him with care. Protect him. In a world where politicians are often paper tigers, Jakpa is a lion. He has the audacity, intellect, and fortitude to expose the NPP’s weaknesses and defend his party’s interests with unmatched skill. Those who underestimate him do so at their peril.

Jakpa is rare, one of those indefatigable figures who stand firm when the winds of fear blow. He is the strategist who sees ten moves ahead, the soldier who refuses to kneel, the nightmare that keeps the NPP awake at night. He leaps over their offices with a raised eyebrow, dodges every shadowy plot, and turns every conspiracy into a cautionary tale. To the NDC, he is a jewel beyond price. To the NPP, he is a recurring nightmare, unforgettable, unstoppable, and utterly, gloriously terrifying.