Opinion

We pray the Bloodshed Ceases On the Motherland

 

Human blood is sacred and most valued among God’s creations’, therefore, the one that spills it  and the ground that drinks it become accursed; punishable by strange negative occurrences like plague of all kinds, famine, poverty, hunger, disease, squalor and, consequentially deaths of confusing nature.

Our fear, however, is that, Ghana is gradually becoming a candidate for all the above descriptions, and, this calls for the diverse role of prayers and players of the moral society of the country, to quickly confer to seek out a semblance of solution to the curses being invited upon the nation, an effect of which seems unbearable and telling.

The Anchor is neither acting a charlatanic preacher tool nor doom-saying: No; far from that. But the way citizens’ blood is being spilled through all harm’s way possible is as disheartening as it’s frightening and, spiritually demeaning; and about time the gauntlet is picked with the perpetrators before they perpetuate it.

The paper observes, unfortunately, that the more the living cries over the lost individual relatives, friend and compatriots, the more often the act repeats and in reckless abandon.

Cliché may describe disasters as divine intervention in disguise. That, bad things do happen in the world like natural disasters, war, disease, etc. But out of those situations always arise stories of ordinary people doing extraordinary things. Others would oddly want you to believe that the bad things that happen in the world are divine intervention for our sins. But how do we describe the macabre bedeviling the nation’s social system?

When the country is overburdened with the curse of gory accidents resulting into carnages on the nation’s roads and highways without any well-defined measures by authorities to forestall or reduce its worsening than rhetoric, the highway robbery activists are also not letting no stone unturned through their daily-basis killing of fellow humans in their evil treasury hunts.

Similar of many preceding ones has been the cold-blood killing of an Accra-based lawyer, Richard Badombia, Esq., at a section of the road between Banda Nkwanta and Nuoyiri on the Bole Bamboi highway over the weekend, by armed men suspected to be robbers.

Indeed, every true God’s creation must be squirming on regular news stories like this, because these mortal collateral losses are not acceptable to be described as divine.

We are in a country, as humans; rains come down every year to ritualistically collect human souls away and we sing he-ha-ho and look on with official hands thrown in despair: Fires come and do the same – sometime fires in collaboration with the floods would choose to play the mischief, and deadly ones as that. But we often retire to our quietness by the ninth day only to be taken unawares.

That is not all; the worse, in fact, the worst of all is instances when personnel trained to keep the citizens secure have rather become possessed with the evil spirit that urges them to turn the guns and other weapons on the very people they are to protect and defend.

The Anchor suspects that maybe because our ‘powerful’ state laws are able to be bent the criminals’ way and favour, and by well-devised collaboration and complicity, the system often pretends to have seen no evil; heard no evil and, in fact, for that matter, also said no evil: Ha! That indeed, makes the ‘good people of Ghana’ everyone for him/herself and God for all. Yes; in that case, is God not our only fortress?

So, if Ghanaians are failed, disappointed and even betrayed by their trusted security system, where are the country’s numerous men and, of course, women of God. Why is the moral society too quiet?

The Anchor beseeches the voicy society to keep on praying with it that enough of the human blood being shed as defilement of the nation; and it is the paper’s plea that as the vexed issue becomes spiritually critical, we keep the nation in active praying position that the bloodshed ceases on the Motherland.

source:theanchorghana

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