I wanted to say guerilla fighter but chose to say freedom fighter. No Easy Walk to Freedom! I have been longing to devour that title by Nelson Mandela on apartheid South Africa. But here, I seek to outline my own odyssey, so to speak.

The title originally was deciphered from President Mahama’s book My First Coup de tat: Memories from the Lost Decades of Africa. I was cautious in my own composition since men seem to preach virtue and practice vice, and turn around and make claims. It seems ancillary, however.

The above journey has been divided into two parts: one prior to 2010 and the other covering 2010 to date. I seek now to expatiate on the latter and leave the former for some day. And I do believe it will altogether evolve into a formidable title for all men in the long run. For now, I will just comment on my own attempts to resolve the impasse of the Mills-Mahama-Amissah-Arthur regime.

My first port of call after hearing the languishing of a ministerial committee in Tamale ostensibly to investigate alleged corruption charges and on ministerial appointment considerations simultaneously was to organize a press conference. In this regard, I sought the sponsorship of a Tamale-based business magnate, Alhaji Donar Ayaana, through a friend Ishmael of Tamale Senior High School within the first half of 2010.

I wanted to question publicly Bagbin’s obstinacy in tarrying so as he supposedly obliged people to sign bonds of confidentiality so as not to divulge the secrets of the mighty cult. Upon hearing the news, Chief Awudu Azorka, a Regional Vice Chairman of the NDC rebuked my friend to terminate the deal for his own good. It frustrated our efforts.

I lived under fear and oppression of various dimensions as friends and family seem swollen toothed. I also mustered the courage to keep quiet and perhaps to defend their integrities.

It followed that in September, 2010 I made a journey to Accra and met the Deputy Attorney General, Hon. Barton Oduro on the matter. He heckled me away in self aggrandizement, after offering few useful information. For sure I knew there were police in Kumasi as I told Mr. Oduro my life was in danger. I feared languishing in jail. I rather thought there would be a facility of protection( or discretion) from his ministry or AG office .

The Front Desk Officers could not permit me to meet the Minister of Interior, my second option. I made another sweating trek to the courts where I met a deputy director and explained my situation, but meeting the Chief Justice was a tug-of-war as the director refrained protocol for his personal reasons. Again, I wanted to seek counsel and see whether there could be any such facility or discretion ones it was clearly a national issue. I escaped to Kumasi without a flash on my phone. My anguish was more than intuitive pursuance.

As if that was not enough, we switched to January 2011 where the gates of hell were widely opened. I sought sponsorship to no avail as I sold my e-health project idea to every dove and every tobacco as I had been doing.

Then around May/June, 2011, I heard of President Mills working tour in the Ashanti Region. Again, I mustered courage with two brethren to submit a letter to the late tax officer seeking avenue to sell the “ghost” idea of e-health solutions for Ghana. I made a follow up to Accra and almost had a brawl with the castle reception staff, where I presented an envelope containing the project and personal information. Nobody flashed my line for any consideration just like in the Chief Justice office. In my view I would certainly have questioned the witch-hunting which Mills himself swore never to execute. There was no point in meeting my pursue Bagbin, whom I had objected for his parochial interests.

Pressure was still mounting. To say the fact, I had not known certain things as at now. I could have conquered pronto in days when money was relatively less scarce compared to the latter in which every one Ghana cedis counted much. I tried to escape from every corner of the country but there was no wherewithal. Finally I escaped through the north eastern enclave of Bawku after passing a night at Bazua in the municipality at the end of June 2011

I want to be forthright and straight to the point. First time readers may have to be informed from earlier publications to catch up with the story. And even when the jinx finally breaks , I know many people who have untold stories will let them out.

Towards Nigeria! I had no knowledge of where exactly I was going. I wanted to leave the pangs of the oppression at the frontiers of Ghana and seek liberation in a sister nation. Traversing via Cinkase, I passed nights at Dapango and Mandouri, all in northern Togo. The next day, crossing over the River Oti I passed another night at a little village, Pitiba en route to Tanguetta, a town in northern Benin.

I sought consultations on the shortest route to the nearest state in Nigeria. Surprisingly it was my “home state.” Tracing the long course I spent nights at Natitingou, Parakou under ordeals at the mercy of benevolent souls. I entered Nigeria via Chikanda in Kwara State, or is it Oyo state, under the confidence of an ECOWAS member state.

I finally docked at Abeokuta, capital of the Ogun state, after a weeklong voyage in early June. Mistaken for a Boko Haram I was matched to the Chief Security Officer who paid for my release at the University of Agriculture, Abeokuta. I sought consultations from my former visiting lecturers (back at UDS) who pledged their technical support for my e-health project though they made indications of their inability to finance it. Note, this has a bearing on my liberation. Though I found them quiet generous and personable I suffered humiliation at a Deputy Vice Chancellor’s office at the Senate, who disregarded the UDS-UNAAB relationship.

After seeking refuge at the International Students Hostel I later lodged with fellow Ghanaians. I went through labour in construction works as I tarried to meet the Nobel Laureate. Prof. Wole Soyinka was conspicuously missing on two occasions at his country home as I walked to Ajabo Estates in the Kemta Id-Aba area. I was meeting him not as my biographer but as a son of Africa with common interests. I have no reason to challenge his integrity, any way. Invariably, he could have brought the impasse to a halt.

There are so many interesting things in Abeokuta but I am not writing an article on the metropolitan city now. Though, it would interest you to know that this is also home to former President Olusegun Obasanjo, and Amos Tutuola, the much beleaguered African writer noted for his schoolboy English(Author of the Palm Wine Drinkard).

I came to Lagos in early August where I bordered a car home at the mercy of the Ghana High Mission in Lagos. (I see no contradiction in that!)

I assisted in teaching at my home Junior High School for the 2011/2012 academic year. Still without a solution, I started publishing the information of my odyssey on the web.

Switch over! There was a ministerial reshuffle in January 2012, where Mr. Bagbin switched to the health ministry, albeit with a serious unsolved case pertaining to his new office. I sent in a petition via the Clerk’s contact address. Kofi Nyimadu(or is it Ayimadu they call him) snobbed my “unserious” email. Or rather Doe Adjaho shredded the print out with impunity. Indeed nobody minded a reply even though I sent a reminder on the day when the vetting begun.

Then I sent an article to BBC, London; the GBC, Accra as well as a petition to the International Criminal Court, the Hague. Even recently I sent the case to Behind the News, a programme with Radio Ghana but it was not considered either. In all these circumstances not even the rural girl has been willing to save my soul. Or should I say it has been the controversial meditations of parochial minds. Awkward indeed!

It sounds like a tolley , but those who are in the known will tell you it’s life and coloured, The opposition New Patriotic Party has made no real effort to salvage the situation, even though such a phenomenon can not elude them as watch dogs of the political destiny of this country. The intervention of men of God the world over seem futile.

I must however commend the editors and webmasters of modernghana.com, myjoyonline.com, ghanaweb.com who posted my views to the world. But the progress seem sat upon by wicked demons.

And now the elders say we bind a monkey by its own tail. I have presently submitted a petition to the Parliament of Ghana for consideration on a commission of enquiry on the odyssey. Let’s see what comes out of it with the same old clerk.

Postscript: The rule is simple and pure. The constitution says 21. If he is making claims sit him on the chair. If he is unable to meet the standards of the Appointments Committee drop him pronto with his faith and baggage. But that is over now. A word to the wise is enough.