Editor's Note: The article tries to make known the challenges faced by a cross-section of Ghanaians who grin over the lack of development in their neighborhood not forgetting the deepened cracks in the nation's social and institutional systems thus questioning the rationale behind politics in Ghana. It therefore bears the editorial responsibility of writer and journalist, Charles Ayitey.
Growing up as young and curious child I was always intrigued by how Ghana's political regime was engaging and entertaining. I remember dancing to the tunes of popular political parties whenever elections drew closest not to forget the heated debates mum and dad would normally have over who best fits to be president or parliamentarian. It was always my dream to grow up and join in the entertaining political environment of my country for I was restless to call myself a registered voter, to also have the ''kokroboti'' power to retain or remove a sitting president.
But then I turn 18 and I must confess, the very enthusiasm I had felt for my nation's political environment; the very yearn to also see myself choosing the leader whom I felt was the right man or woman to lead the affairs of the country all faded away like flickering candle!
I regret being a registered Ghanaian voter because I have come to believe over the years that the very community hospital I yearn to have in order to access health care service is built during every campaign season; because the dusty roads I suffer plying en route to college gets tarred once every four years! I regret being a registered voter because the very future president I vote for always has an excuse for not living up to his mouth watery promises.
But even just when I decide to take it all in and have a little sense of hope in my beloved country and her democratic dispensation, I always get disappointed with the revealing tales of a non-functional National Health Insurance Policy seeing the distressing way(s) by which Ghanaians die to curable diseases like malaria. My disappointment even gets a little worse when I get to find out how the very ball of kenkey I love to eat on a Sunday noon appreciates in price but not size on a day to day basis. It even is much distressing the fear I have just about completing college - whether or not I would find a decent job to start life as a young, able and well-educated Ghanaian.
Maybe I could be living on an Island not experiencing the rapid development currently taking place in my homeland especially when my politicians always tell me how much of work they have done hence the need for them to be voted back to power when in reality the measure of work done is woefully that which I can be proud of. It could be that my woes as a concerned Ghanaian is because I live in an unknown shanty town which someway somehow my politicians strive to visit whenever the time for elections beckons!
I will keep lamenting over the woes I endure each and every single day of my Ghanaian life, the struggles of having to live as free and independent as that proud Ghanaian who lifted the flag of Ghana high on the eve of independence because for some obvious reasons, my political leaders have failed and continue to fail me.