The recurring theme in online and media conversations this time of the year is “what are we celebrating; we have nothing to celebrate; we are at the same place”.
I wouldn’t pretend not to have thought about similar things on March 6. But then I feel the fact that we are able to question the need for celebrating our independence in itself gives us a reason to celebrate it.
Yes indeed if we had continued our onward growth from where Kwame Nkrumah started off with us, we would have been the true Black Star of Africa. Along the line we have messed up and had soon become satisfied with makeshift solutions, mediocre development, and leadership that have offered all but leadership.
Yes indeed I wish in celebrating our 59th birthday we would have had no schools under trees, our government wouldn’t tie development to electoral fortunes, our hospitals wouldn’t be lacking oxygen and gauze, our health insurance wouldn’t be run by selfish men who divert the monies into their personal accounts whiles sick and poor patients must cough up cash to receive healthcare.
I wish we didn’t have to contend with basic issues that are reminiscent of nations that are 2 and 3 years old. I truly wish.
But I am happy celebrating Nkrumah’s Ghana because her people have found their voices again and are using them.
Her people do not swallow anything and everything including what the President says hook, line and sinker.
Her people are beginning to hold her leaders to their promises and won’t allow them to treat them like some dumb illiterates that get bought with toilet rolls and kruba and cutlass and 5 cedis and sweet promises.
I celebrate Ghana’s Independence Day not because we are where we ought to be, but because we have lived through a torturous leadership span of 50 years or so but have the cajones to turn things around.
I celebrate Ghana because her people are worth celebrating and I celebrate her people.
I celebrate the people of Ghana.
Happy birthday Ghanafuɔ.