He walked on the battlefield Bullets flying all around him Yet none flew close to his fur Because he was not a target He was safe even among reverberating grenades and tanks He did not swear to protect himself But his people...his own people at his own peril Yet he had to die at the hands of this blood-sucking barbarians Who mistook him for animal And pelted him with rocks His bones crunched as he pleaded for mercy His innocent blood was shed His frozen tears formed a confluence of blood Flowing freely like a fountain Mistake him not for a coward For pulling the trigger could have saved him From these wolves Who were only after sniffing his life out of him. He must die one day But not this way Not to be killed like a common criminal.
I have been following keenly the
campaign to flush out illegal miners in the mining areas and I have been amazed
with some of the discussions. Sometimes, in our effort to find solution to some
of the problems that confront us, we end up creating room for people to exploit
because of the haste with which we approach the problem.
In Ghana, the way we approach
‘human’ problems with the aim of solving it is simply appalling, to say the
least. We often fail to think through the problem and the intended approach or
methods thoroughly to identify the best way out. In other words, we don’t
define the problem properly. As a result, we are unable to permanently solve
the socio-economic problems that confront us. It’s no wonder the approach we
use to ‘solve’ the problem only last for a short while that’s why in no time
the very problem we claimed to have ‘solved’ suddenly resurfaces again in the
same or different form.
‘Galamsey’ simply means surface
mining. The 'galamsey' operators ha…
In your eyes,
I can see sorrow;
In your face,
I read disappointment
From past years;
Your lips shiver
In utter disbelief;
Your looks paint
A gloomy picture
Of uncertain tomorrow;
I write this
From a troubled heart...