I don’t know how you would meet this letter; as a child full of wonders, a teenager full of curiosity and opinions or as a man with women at your feet. All I know is you would meet it with a clenched fist, ready to fight on.
Son, I chose this day to write to you because we are the best of times and the worst of times, in the age of wisdom and the age of foolishness, in the season of light and season of darkness, in the spring of despair and the winter of despair. Truly son, we have everything before us and nothing before us. The Crown and the Clown live together, albeit with same actions in different times. They are men of both trained and cultivated intellect, women of inherited wealth and position.
The conditions of the times accentuate vices and virtues, energy and ruthlessness, all the good qualities and all the defects of an intense individualism, self-reliant, self-centered, far more conscious of its rights than of its duties, and blind to its own shortcomings.
Whereas character must show itself in the man’s performance both of the duty he owes himself and of the duty he owes to state, it is understandable that the man’s foremost duty is owed to himself and his family; and he can do this duty only by earning money, the vices and ruthlessness prevails – Greed, Corruption, Impunity and Injustice.
Son, it must be true then. The man must pull his own weight first, and only after this can his surplus be of use to the general public, who are ruled, or I must say screwed, by few men of balls and women of chests, the Crowns. And when the Clowns take over, they have been long hungry for power and would properly define oligarchy, care for family and party. The Crown would foment and be silent in their noise for the Clown would show they are not above criticism, but only above their critics, that they abhor their teachers, but love their teachings.
This does not mean in the least that a man should not wish good to his family and wealth outside of his native land, on the contrary, just as I think that the man who loves his family is more apt to be a good father than the man who does not, so I think the most useful member of the family of nations is a strong patriotic nation. Thus, a man must be a good patriot before he can be, and as the only possible way of being, a good leader and selfless.
Pretending everything has changed, surely nothing’s changed, if, under such governments, the quality of the rulers is high enough, then the nation for generations lead a brilliant career, and add substantially to the sum of world achievement, no matter how low the quality of the average citizen.
Now that it is clear socialist umbrella are not much different form the capitalist ivory, just as it happened in France, Son, the Crown and Clown shall not rule forever. Before them was a past, they are the present and after them shall be future. After all, to them, the battle is who is incompetent and super-incompetent.
This, we must fearfully work towards as citizens. The problem with fear is that it is an unreliable master – Its power is only relative to proximity; the farther away from the thing that you fear, the less it controls you. Unfortunately, we might live with the fear of the Crown and Clown, more closely than ever, and so the future may still be with them.
Hope is the only reliable master, it is farther but you know it will be closer and stuck. The hope of the nation is for the players of the Crown and Clown to have new faces, who shall give the nation a new direction and good fortunes.
My son, in the twist of fates where the Crown and Clown are the seasons, the shepherd is being slain for the sheep, some robbed Peter but paid not Paul, handmaids became heir to wives, and the camel goes through the eye of the needle, remain an honest and truthful man.
Our prayer remains, God bless our homeland Ghana.
With your clenched fist, remain a knight at night. Serve the Lord with all thine might.
Inspired By; Political Events in Ghana, Citizenship in a Republic (Theodore Roosevelt) & A Tale of Two Cities (Charles Dickens)
Source: business.com.gh/ Cyril/ Ebenezer Nkum