Yussif Ahmed Ibn Yussif

When Kwame Nkrumah became the first Prime Minister of Ghana in 1952, he didn’t pretend to want democracy though he had espoused same in his books. He observed that if he gave his colleagues the opportunity to form political parties based on ethnic and religious backgrounds, it would not augur well with the country. So he passed laws like The Preventive Detention Act, Nationality and Citizenship Act of 1957, etc to suppress people. Some of these laws gave Nkrumah and the CPP at the time the power to imprison people who publicly held dissenting views to his. An individual could be jailed for up to 10 years without any trial just for being outspoken. Kwame Nkrumah and his cohort may have gained independence for Ghana, but he also did his fair share of harm to the country because of his political agenda and persuasions. In its entirety, The Avoidance of Discrimination Act of 1957; especially section 3, (1) "An organization established substantially for the direct or indirect bene

If a politician needs to buy you food for you to vote for him, it means he has succeeded at starving you to make your vote worth a meal. And if politicians make themselves the source of food of the ordinary citizens, they will always be attacked when the citizens feel hungry. What kind of country are we building for ourselves and posterity? Are we really committed to the democracy we so much do lip service to? How many times do party affiliates have to offend social normalcy before they are equally dealt with? A bandwagon of a vigilante group because they are affiliated to political parties can do whatever they want? And how many vigilante attacks have happened since the inception of Ghana's young democracy particularly under the watch of this NPP government? When will we finally deal with such a dangerous social canker that has the potential to clampdown our democracy? No vigilante group is bigger than this country nor are they above it’s laws. Neither Delta force, Azorka bo

Once upon a time she traded in all kinds of vegetables ranging from tomatoes and garden eggs to pepper and several others. She also traded in snails and smoked fish. But now she sells only waakye. That’s my mother. One day during the period she traded in vegetables, she went to a market and survived an accident that killed hundreds of people. You see, I’m telling you this story because sometimes we despair when we don’t get to where we are going or don’t get what we are looking for in life. We become despondent and blame people forgetting that there is a divine hand that knows what’s good for us better than anyone else including ourselves. My mother, on whom the thin line between life and death confronted that fateful day tried to get into a shop that almost everybody was  running to hide in. Then just as she was about to enter the decrepit wooden box of a shop, she slipped and fell into a gutter that was in front of the shop. She fell so hard that she couldn’t get up from the old