“I have come before you Judge, believing and where belief fails me, hoping that in as much as corruption and moral decay pervades the soul of our now lost democracy, some remnants of justice still lives within these walls. I have sought for that justice in your eyes, as I have watched you attentively. I have longed for that justice in that wig you wear with discomfort even though it’s mere presence in this Republic is a reminder of a brutal violence that our forebears fought against. I have searched for that justice in the cloak you wear in a temperature that shouldn’t admit it.

My Lord, something is wrong with this Country. Our Democracy and all that we consider dear about it is at the edge of being lost. In its place, we have now a system that knows no morals. A system that watches little children starve while the naked emperor rides in luxury jets.

Oh How low we have sunk as a democracy; while we play fiddle and suck at our thumbs. Our democracy has fallen to a political class whose morality is only as forthright as their love for money.

Our national security apparatus is now a militia at the service of a decrepit State, which tortures journalists and orders robbery hits against former sexual partners of the emperor.

I am Ofcourse a nobody, who may not live long to see the new Ghana. A Ghana that is built on truth and a desire for fairness. And for as long as I am alive, I shall ensure that my voice serves only to remind our emperor of his nakedness.

Our communities are dying from being left behind; their waters are being poisoned by galamsey criminal networks that are headed by ministers of State who dine at their masters feet. We all know them, yet we all continue to look the other way.

Never under any Government in this Country, has our military descended into a civilian community and massacred them for standing for justice. Never has the lust for power, fueled by weak egos and men who are short in their intellect driven this country to the brink of losing our democracy.

Journalists are being abducted and tortured in chambers of horror. Journalists are being killed for daring to question authority.

We live now openly under a culture of silence enforced by a political class and criminal enterprise who have made the pursuit of gluttony their guiding principle.

Violent desires have violent ends!

My Lord, I grew up as a little boy, who had faith in our democracy and the promise it held. I stand now before you as a disillusioned young man, who cannot fathom how for 30 years, we employed deceit, glib generalizations and violence to impoverish our people. We are like a raft lost at sea without anchor. And yet to be sane in this country is to embrace the madness unleashed on us everyday.

Money, and partisanship rules everything around us. The poor can no longer afford a place to live, to eat much more to seek justice when they are wronged.

In my short life, I have been flooded by stories of people who are at their lowest ebb and who have resigned from project Ghana. In my short period of advocacy, I have been exposed to the ugly underbelly of our system.

Our people are dying! Our young people are turning to drugs. They have seen their futures stolen from them in droves. People who have been unemployed for 8 years. I have seen people who in their hour of need have turned to the Police for help, only to be sexually abused; and most times scammed out of their last pesewas, by the same police service that is supposed to offer them protection.

We have watched on as this political class has bought all people of conscience. Voices have been bought and paid for. MPs sit on boards of state owned companies. MPs are assigned to non ministerial roles at the office of the President; Journalists sit as board chairmen; and are appointed to juicy roles.

There is no centre anymore that binds.

And to subsidize the profligacy of a political system that doesn’t know how to stop beating down on the already broken, we are now being asked to give up our wallets so they can pick our pockets directly.

On my mothers yet to be dug grave, I swear this immorality will not stand for long.

So you ask if, I am guilty? Ofcourse I am guilty. I am guilty for being silent and being an enabler of those who stole all that is left of our dignity.

You are guilty yourself, for sitting in judgment over me, when you know these are trumped up charges yet you are afraid to speak up.

But I’m I guilty of the Offences charged.? Absolutely not. But I have been Ghanaian for long to enough to know that whether I am guilty or not doesn’t matter in a system held together by its perversion rather than its search for freedom, truth and justice.

My lord, for justice to prevail, the people should no longer be scared of their Government. Their Government should be scared of them.

And until that new world comes, I urge all to keep believing and to not let the bastards grind you down.

Shalom