Dr. Kwame Nkrumah’s Health Problems

Dr. kwame Nkrumah

It was pass the first hour of the morning that followed Easter Sunday of twenty fifteen. The sky was clear. Behind the darkness of the clouds a half-moon was shining bright visible only to the eye of someone able to see beyond the obvious into the far distance of space and time. Left and right little stars surrounded the moon giving the impression of godly harmony in heaven and orderly manner among GOD’s creation.

Out of nowhere as it seemed to me, he was standing right in front of me. I had never seen him before alive, only on old photos and TV reportages. He looked older than I had anticipating him. Compared to me, he was actually small which made me laugh a bit inside myself. Upright, in presidential statue like a bronze figure sculptured from a fabulous artist, did he stand a handshake away from me. I discovered a certain tender, boyish like smile on his face letting him appear like an old man understanding the short-comings of people, especially in his native country that once overthrow him and subsequently took his life.

He was complaining about his high Blood Pressure showing me his medication given by his master saying, this is what Ghana had done to him, shameful he added looking down to the ground he once was walking on. Doctor Kwame Nkrumah, a man of great vision for his people and the African continent, was not a man like Jesus Christ, flawless and without sins. As a human being he had his mistakes, something that finally was ending his walk as the first President of the independent country Ghana leaving the Gold Coast behind in history books. As a Politician he did anticipate that the problem for a united Africa and a prosperous Ghana was not the White Man as the focus of all evil and limitations, but the limited mindset of his fellow people in his own country and the continent at large.

Doctor Kwame Nkrumah, so he told me sitting next to me on my bed holding my hand like a father does to transfer his ideas into my body and soul, started off with a Vision for Africa and especially Ghana. In his soft voice lie something magical, something like of a man that was send by GOD for a purpose, not by his own power.

With his right hand he was holding on to his medication against High Blood Pressure making his life difficult. With great compassion and love for his people he explained to me that he observed with great sadness the current Government and President. John Dramani Mahama had decided to set up a National Committee to develop a plan for the next forty years how best to develop the country of Ghana.

GOD created the world not based on a plan, rather a vision in which he placed light and darkness, plants and animals, a male human and his female companion. As time passed on, he assigned human helpers like Moses, Noah, Abraham, King David, Jacob, King Solomon and others to come and perform his plan in details on earth. When things got out of hand, he even decided to send his only begotten son Jesus Christ to teach, heal, and promise eternal life and the forgiveness of sins.

Doctor Kwame Nkrumah looked straight into my eyes in which I was able to discover small tears. He opened his mouth with a strong voice coming into my ears. His mind was always on a vision for Ghana and Africa, not on a plan. A Plan is something for Technocrats, nothing for political Leaders. They need to have enough time to think and come to conclusions after which they communicate this to their helpers to form an Agenda and Plan to execute the vision over time. “Better Ghana Agenda” is a Plan for a Party in power not for the development of a country to lift it up from poverty to richness to stand out among African Nations as their Leader and Hero.

Now the drama had increased, he lamented while looking at his BP results that he found in his medication package. He was taking it out to show to me saying with a slow voice that this is what Ghanaian Presidents had done to him and the country, causing unnecessary problems for themselves instead of enjoying the GOD given Paradise they live in. He added with open eyes the quotation from the Bibel that who so ever can see should see. I did not dear to respond to him with adding that who so ever can hear should hear due to the great respect this old man from far had planted into me.

In his great wisdom he shared with me his insight that a plan can always fail especially when done for a period of forty years as it has no inner power but falls apart when problems seem to be unimaginable high and impossible to overcome. In such cases a rescue plan is needed to save the plan from collapse while in a vision for Generations ahead the power of passion to overcome any obstacle in its way is implanted and has the power and impartation to carry divers views along the way to victory for all at the end to see the Black Paradise Ghana was assigned to be and Africa at large to rule the world.

When he paused starring me into my eyes, I was clearly feeling through his hands the warmth of his heart touching mine, giving me the ever lasting impression history is like a red ribbon around, an endless knot that connects humans with the past and hold them tied in the present to create and vision the future. Most people do not walk along the red ribbon rather embark on their own way and will only to find themselves in the midst of trouble.

I looked him into his eyes and saw deep into them discovering a man that had truly a great heart for his people underestimating the character shortcomings of his so beloved people. But he know in his heart, the time will come and is near, someone will again touch the red ribbon of history, embrace it and hold unto it for the generation he lives in to set the pace for generations to come. It became obvious to me that this was obvious to him, he had no doubt about it. For a moment he laid down his medication by his side, took my both hands into his, looked emotionless into my eyes and asked me to promise him not to leave his people alone in darkness but help them to see the light no matter the cost.

I felt his warm touch of his hands and promised him with his eyes to do all that stands in my power to follow the red ribbon.

Author: Dipl.-Pol. Karl-Heinz Heerde, Sakumono Estate, Block D10, Aprt.9, Tema West, Ghana, phone +233(0)265078287, [email protected] , 24.05.2016