I grew up in a home that spoke critical of the first president of
the Fourth Republic, Jerry John Rawlings of the Provisional National Defence
Council (PNDC) and later National Democratic Congress (NDC).
I got excited about his
revolutionary leadership style that I later came to read and watch on TV; but I
also saw the bullet marks on the walls of our gate. I was told what the junta
that he was responsible for did to my father, a technocrat, who’d amassed some
wealth as one of Nkrumah’s right hand men.
But what should I believe as a young leader who took
much inspiration from a man so fearful and controversial– the relics on the
wall or the good propaganda about his rescue mission of an ailing economy. Moreso,
my father’s oral history goes undocumented even after his many patriotic
services. I also wondered what exactly “Mr. Boom”, as he J.J Rawlings was
called, told my father in that telephone call whilst he was in exile in Lomè in
the 1980s.
“Ojuku smuggled his way to the
Aflao\Togo border. He stayed in Lomè to take refuge. He occasionally visited
the United Kingdom, the US and Germany. He finally got on a telephone with JJ
Rawlings. Rawlings explained the problem wasn’t from his government but from
some individuals who were linked to the chieftaincy issues in Ningo and were
calling for his head. He advised him not to be in a hurry to return home.
According to one of his daughters who witnessed this
period, Ojuku spent most of his exile life reading the Bible. Whilst in exile,
he received updates from home. After a series of investigations and mediations,
Ojuku was cleared of all charges. Also, the chieftaincy dispute was handed over
to the courts. But his absence was costly because his opponents had a field day
in the Great Ningo state whilst he was in exile”, I wrote.
I discovered many more shocking revelations
pertaining the intentions of the former leader to carrying out the coup. There
were fall outs in this exercise which led to the loss of lives and many
injustices. But these excesses as I read from one of my primary sources (the
Nartey White Paper on the President, WPP) were that JJ Rawlings couldn’t have
had control of all his men in his mission to ‘rescue the nation’.
What this meant was those who had sinister motives
against their friends, relatives, enemies, masters or serfs, used the bloody
coup to settle scores. My father was one of such victims. His kind were called
‘kalabules’. They were the rich and affluent in the then society but their
wealth was perceived as end products of the several years of robbing the poor;
so J.J claimed with his junta Ghana needed to empower the poor, the downtrodden
and to rid the system of corruption. The decree was each for one – a man must
have one of everything including even wives. “But Ojuku had a fair share of
wives and even greater wealth”, I wrote.
[In his first book, the political writer gets intimate for the
first time with his late dad, W.G Nartey on his legacy for the Great Ningo
state, controversies in his family but tells these within the larger Ghanaian
politics of the day]
It is therefore legitimate for the coup-plotter J.J
to be blamed for the sins of his men, a responsibility the young soldier openly
accepted before the courts, decades ago.
I remember this legend for the three lessons among
others that I discovered whilst writing this book:
1.That he was a leader but first a human. He may not
have control over everything and every situation but that didn’t stop him from
making his mark
2.That sometimes, accept mistakes and take
responsibility to be crucified but don’t take responsibility when you aren’t
responsible for those.
3.The fight to making our nation great and strong has
had many phases including the phase that hasn’t been told yet.
The revolutionary principles of the late J.J Rawlings
and his compatriots must be taught as a leadership course in schools, as that
may become Ghana’s true identity leadership.
Rest Well Guerilla. My brief search on you with
respect to my father and family exonerated you before your demise.
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