MPs Disappointed. “Obama brought no cheque”
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Accra - Ehh…yes. We all know it. Ghana has been the envy of sub-Saharan Africa ever since the White House announced that Barack had chosen the country for his maiden visit as president.
Obama seen placing a white envelope back in to his jacket.
Every politician, groundnut seller and radio host has been figuring out a way to cash in Obama Mania. One abro (corn) seller declared that the president himself had urinated on the soil that it grew in, making it the sweetest and yellowest in the city. Following the lead of butchers and beer makers, she changed the name of her peanut stand and declared that she is no longer a mere groundnut seller. This madam, named Sheila, was now a purveyor of “Barack Nuts”, the saltiest and most tasty you could hope to put in your mouth.
These are the types of enterprising Ghanaians that do the country proud. On the other hand, the more lazy and unscrupulous members of the upper crust heralded Obama’s visit with less vision. One MP for the Greater Accra region boldly declared that Obama would bring jobs and prosperity to Ghana “this very day”.
“He is going to bring us moneys,” the minister said to a joyous crowd. “Real, hard core American cash.”
The idea, he said, is that Barack would implement his so-called “Obamanomics” (the practice of throwing money at a problem to solve it) in Ghana’s “Ecomini” and usher in a new “Obamini”. However, after dozing at the house of parliament during Barack Obama’s prolific speech on Africa’s future, this same minister woke from his slumber, wiped the drool from his mouth and queried “Ad3n? On fa sika?” (Trans: Why? He did not bring money?). If you look to the left of your screen, you can see him and four other blokes sleeping and enjoying the frigid A/C Parliament House provides.
Much to the dismay of those who listened to the speech and were hoping for more “tangible” assistance, the president spoke of self reliance and a goal towards a decrease in the need for aid. By the end of the talk, only one member of parliament jubilantly leapt from his seat and threw up his handkerchief as though the Holy Ghost had Himself accosted him.
We asked Sheila how the many members of parliament, and perhaps the masses of unemployed in the city, might deal with this level of disappointment. Her answer was so simple and so pure.
“I don’t know”, she said. “But whilst they are thinking on it, they can suck on my Barack Nuts until they figure it out.”
