Tribute To The Late Journalist Bismark Bebli

A tear is made of one percent water and ninety-nine percent feelings that is why I am shedding tears

right now. Who am I shedding tears for you may ask. I am shedding tears for a former colleague reporter at The Chronicle who gave up the ghost last week.

Oh my gosh, how can that happened to a young enterprising Ghanaian at a point where we needed him, a political journalist to report events to educate, inform and entertain people I ask myself.

But just like Jean De La Fortaine said in his pictures quotes .com, “every journalist owes tribute to the

evil one”, so I kept “mum” after reading the sad news on the internet.

I have known Bismarck Bebli at the Chronicle as a young colleague news reporter when I got hired by

Mr. A.C.Ohene then former Eastern Regional editor of the Chronicle and former Acting editor of the

paper respectfully.
Bismark Bebli, so humble, respectful, honest, incorruptible, news hungry all the time will be seen

scouting for news to make the headlines of the chronicle newspaper.

Whenever he is in short of news, he will not hesitate to pick up the phone and give me a call to find out

what was happening at the political front in Eastern Region and if investigating a story will partner with

me to successfully conduct investigations as he chases party executives in Accra for their comments.

Whiles I will be in the woods for the sources, he will be running from party head office to another in

Accra for more information or comments after which we will put our reports together, file for our

editor’s consideration and publication which saw many of our stories making the headlines.

So when the NDC national delegates’ congress in 2006 was held in Koforidua Eredec Hotel, I had no

difficulty covering the event with my former colleague Catherine Avorseh as Bismarck Bebli came all the

way from Accra to partner with us to do a good job and the chronicle was full of our stories.

Easy to understand anybody, Bismark Bebli agreed to cover the events from the main hall with

Catherine Avorseh and another colleague who happened to be the cameraman whiles I covered events

from the outside where NDC hooligans and thugs were attacking other NDC members described as

saboteurs.
As tension was high at that time that the founder and leader of the NDC J.J.Rawlings was set to leave the

party because of Dr. Obed Asamoah, I captured interesting scenes when he was making his way into the

hall same as the former and the subsequent beating of Madam Frances Essiam which we reported very

well in the chronicle.
The memory of Bismarck Bebli, won’t go away especially recounting how he sympathized with me after

news got to him that some NDC hooligans had beaten me outside the hotel for taking notes of fleet of

government vehicles that transported party members from far and wide to the congress in Koforidua.

Here Bismark Bebli reminded me of Jean De La Fortaine’s quote that “Every journalist owes tribute to

the evil one” that made me put it behind me.
By Bismark Bebli, Stephen Quaye & Catherine Avorseh

Madam Frances Essiam, the outspoken former women's organizer of the

National Democratic Congress (NDC) was yesterday set upon by charged

thugs loyal to ex-President Rawlings and beaten black and blue, for daring to

talk back at the President who had cursed her by saying publicly that he

would pray for her soul and that of Dr. Obed Asamoah.

It was the high point of the NDC's sixth delegate congress, which was marked by

violence right from the beginning, when supporters of the two factions loyal to

Obed and Rawlings preferred candidate Dr. Kwabena Adjei bared their muscles

and instruments of violence in full view of the Police and law enforcement

agencies.
It is sad that I lost my buddy but it is sadder that the inky fraternity has lost a media gem who might

have been a role model for the upcoming potential journalists.

To the bereaved family I say sorry for the lost. To the Ghana Journalist Association GJA I say sorry for the

lost. May the good lord keep your soul in Abraham’s bosom till we meet again in heaven and share jokes

of how sometimes we were chased by hooligans for doing our work.