The Indecent Treatment Of My Shame

Two years ago, I was a student at the KNUST and the shame of my life would follow me there as it does everywhere I go. I am from Kamampa, a village in the Pru West constituency of the Brong Ahafo Region. A place where the construction of a feeder road was awarded to the women group in the community to use hoe, shovel and head pans to build. This shame which is very much remembered by people with a strong memory of details needs no mention. As Paulo Coelho once said “it takes a huge effort to free yourself from memory” but I can’t free myself from this memory. I find it worrying remembering the cause and source of the shame of my life. In 2016 prior to the general elections of our land, a turbulent and disturbing circumstances were experienced on the campus of KNUST in its weekend MBA class. My shame which cause and continues to cause emotional troubles for me was the topic for discussion in the class and some radio stations or media outlets, at least two or more stations in the Brong Ahafo Region can be named. It is needless to mention my shame specifically and my name as well. I called myself then the Martin Luther King of Ghana. Many still remember this happened at KNUST in 2016.

In the opinion of Aisha Mirza “ it is not the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wound of the heart and the scars on the mind”. The imagery of the issue keeps me sleepless night upon remembrance. The indecent treatment of this issue was only occasioned as a result of a support in education upon a successful completion of my program which I did. A promise of help to continue my education deepened my suffering emotionally. It attracted attacks from some of my classmates and many other people of my place of work. I was discussed on many radio platforms like a hardened criminal who engaged in activities that have no precedence in Ghana. It was an issue that was widely spread in the length and breadth of the state.

A follow up to my village to gather indepth pieces of information about my life, childhood and education worsened the shame. My village mum’s request for a mattress is now used as insult at me by unreasoned persons in my circles.

The same was the anthem of a political party at their rally. If there is no solution then why create the problem in the first place. Was it an intended smear of character of my already darkened reputation? Why then are people silent about it now? I reason that many people will argue about they not asking me to engage in any shameful act. Yes, the fault is mine. But why create the attention for such an issue and abandon it abruptly? I wish to refresh the memory of the media that engaged on the journey to Kamampa to gather the information about me and any other thing to help in resolving this issue.

I was told a charity or philanthropist had given me a gift of money out of sympathy upon hearing people read my autobiography which I was authoring and got into the hands of my classmates. Many read it to the end. There are other gifts that came to me and all of these have not reached me personally. These gifts have not been given to mean. I still find it curiously unusual that my health was discussed on radio as if I were a Presidential Candidate in the 2016 elections. I heard people say on radio that I had contracted prostatitis which others had called cancer to further darken my shame. If you were not ready for solving a problem, why diagnose it. This must be a test case and should never be repeated at any university and in institution in Ghana. Why, was I used as a human guinea pig? I am not whining for nothing.

As if the above were not enough, the thesis report I wrote has been considered poorly done by the institution which awarded me a certificate. The thesis report is a requirement for the partial fulfilment of my program I read at the said institution. Certificates are not just given if thesis reports are poorly put together. My results together with the same thesis report gave me admission from internationally recognised, reputable and accredited Universities for my PhD. It is a dent on the image of those who treated me this way. What a shame! Those who investigated this issue never ask for my side of the issue. I need the media to demonstrate their integrity and purpose of establishment to dig further into this matter and reveal the hidden place of my gifts of money and guide me to settle this matter. I will sincerely give any information I have to help investigate this issue to the wire. Is it the case of ɛbɛsi wo so a ɛnka ɛhyɛe wo ma?

Emmanuel Kwabena Wucharey- 0201512276