Reality of the pain of being a revolutionary in Neo-colonialism!

By Explo Nani-Kofi

The author of the following note, Explo Nani-Kofi, is a Pan-Africanist from Ghana. He is the Director of the Kilombo Community Education Project, London and the Kilombo Centre for Civil Society and African Self-Determination, Peki, Ghana, which jointly publish the Kilombo Pan-African Community Journal as well as host the ‘Another World is Possible’ radio programme. The focus of the note is on how unfairly society can treat those who want to change its ways for a better future for everyone.

In Ghana, here, a number of us have decided to salute Comrade Kwame Adjimah. Those of us attached today are those who knew Kwame Adjimah in his later years. It will be very good if we could win over the biological and long time social attachments of Kwame like his blood relations and childhood as well school days friends.

I came back to Ghana after 27 years of escaping death when both Kwame and I were escaping from military detention. I immediately looked for Kwame’s parents who I never knew during the days that I knew Kwame and worked with him. I first met Kwame in 1981 which means that so many many people knew him and/or associated with him before I ever met him.

During my search, I was told that his father was dead and that his mother was alive in Anfoega, my maternal home town. I came across Mawusi Oteng, a cousin of his, who took me to see his mother. His mother was very surprised because that was the first time anybody came to her as an associate of Kwame Adjimah to express one’s sympathies or condolences since Kwame died 27 years ago. However, there are many who inserted Kwame’s name in political asylum applications to stay abroad.

Later, I met two cousins of Kwame and an elder brother of his. I have also been talking with friends of his from his school days. I just hope that they’ll come to understand that Kwame didn’t go wayward in life but rather committed himself to the cause of social justice.

I also came to Ghana to hear of the sad death of Kwesi Turkson (Samora).

I last saw Kwesi Turkson (Samora) sometime in 1987 or 1988 in the house of Chris Bukari Atim in East Dulwich, London, UK. Samora had no interest in staying in UK and was serious about his plans to return to his home town and raise consciousness at the grass roots.

Kwesi Turkson (Samora) was Students Representative Council President and Secretary at the University of Cape Coast. He was the Central Regional Political Coordinator of the National Youth Organising Commission in the early days of the PNDC government when I was also the Volta Regional Political Coordinator.

Samora returned to Ghana after I met him in UK and went to the grass roots as planned. Sometime later Comrades Kwesi Pratt, Atta Britwum and others heard of Samora’s illness and went to his home town in Gomoa area to visit him.

They met Samora lying on thin mat on the ground and served boiled cassava slices and grounded hot pepper (chilli). Obviously, the ill man couldn’t eat this and the family of Samora looked very unfriendly to him.

The comrades went and bought provisions for him and left this with the relatives to give to him. They gave them the relatives’ money to take him to hospital. When the comrades returned, Samora was still lying where he was. He had not been taken to hospital. The relatives have spent the money and eaten the provisions. The comrades had to look for money to take him to hospital themselves.

When he died, the relatives busily hurled insults at the corpse for having wasted time in this world that he wanted to change the world. Sad! More on this!

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