Cars rolled away like cardboard boxes at Kaneshie and as flood waters rose to our feet in the bus, it quickly became clear that we were in a humanitarian disaster unseen in decades.

Flood waters, a measure of God’s sovereignty and an exposure of men’s folly rushed out in a fierce watery convoy.

It took over the streets until gutters, pavements and u-turns became invisible.

Bus drivers who were smart in their own eyes departed from the terrible traffic jam determined to overtake and hurry home.

But it was a terrible idea. The flood had other ideas.

Waters at levels E-Lab had never seen in the city smashed the cars, snuffed the life out of engines, and forced driver, mate, passengers to abandon any hope of making it home that night.

We are doing an all-night in the bus which left Circle at 7:30pm Wednesday but had still not made it to the Kaneshie traffic light even at 11:30pm. It usually took 30 minutes.

People say capitalism divides us into haves and haves-not. In a rainy season it is sometimes about cars and cars not.

Yet in this flooding disaster, the distinction of wealth and welfare was not recognizable on the road. Self-made men and nobodies died in their means of transportation.

It was like a scene in one of these American movies. Doomsday.

By midnight, the streets were dark but not deserted. ECG had cut the light. It was dumsor when we really needed it. If the lights were still on, stories of electrocution could inch up the fatalities.

In the bus, the passengers were bewildered at the sense of adventure, a sense that we were part of a disaster. Those who spoke to relatives on the phone, spoke about the horror of nature in glorified terms. They sounded like survivors from the battle of Normandy.

Their excited sense of being part of unfolding disaster appeared bizarre to me.

This was a tragedy not a reality TV show. Many in the bus, run commentary on the flood like it was a fluid UEFA champions league final match.

But a woman grabbed all the headlines in the bus. The floods had washed out possessions and persons and it was just about to wash out a marriage right into the bus.

The woman had to fiercely explain to her husband on the phone that she was stuck in the floods not tucked inside another man’s bed.

We could hear the heated exchanges as the man accused his partner of infidelity. He suspected she may have gone somewhere outside her conjugal space.

He believed it was possible to walk out in the floods and come home.

The husband pressed her for some further and better particulars.

A man at the back seat yanked the phone from this besieged woman and yelled invectives at her husband.

“Massa why? Your wife is struggling to get home and look at what you are worried about! Why?”

The displeasure of this suspicious husband subsided immediately.

The floods had washed out the damaged foundations of the marriage right into the bus, leaving the embarrassed wife explaining to passengers 

“This my husband dieeer, he is not serious”, she complained.

Infidelity was somebody’s greatest fear while flood waters were our greatest headache.

I was oblivious to the greater disaster that had befallen our dear ones. It was all flood and fire in the deadliest midnight in Accra.

The nation is in pain. As undisciplined as we are, we believed and chose leaders because we need those who can pull us out of the quagmire of mal development.

E-Lab is absolutely convinced that a people deserve the leaders they get as former president Kufuor said sometime ago. And he knew he was one of those leaders we got which we deserved in an 'underserving' way.

For president Mahama, this is really the time when 'yentie obiaa' and 'dead goat' syndrome really makes sense. If the president adopts the 'yentie obiaa' attitude towards sanitation than towards political opponents maybe the deaths from the flood could be 17 not 70 and counting.

But ultimately, something is just wrong with us and the way we litter.

When we sympathise with illegality in adhering to building regulations, we get leaders who go soft on illegalities and actually profit from it. It was all flood and fire on the deadliest midnight in Ghana

One of the bizarre realities of the flood is that no 'mad' man has been reported dead yet. God protects them because of their insanity.

But for us, the sane ones, God gave us protection a longtime ago. It is called systematic thinking and the power of planning. But for some reasons we will explore next week, Ghanaian authorities have proved incapable of activating this protection.

And if we think it is only western countries who are blessed with this protection. I just read this: What really led Kigali in Rwanda becoming the cleanest city in Africa.