When The Incompetent Calls The Competent ‘Incompetent’

‘Competence’ isn’t necessarily a new word to us, is it? But you’ll agree with me that it has gained currency in our political landscape over the last couple of weeks. It started when Dr. Mahamadu Bawumia, the vice presidential candidate of the NPP threw the first salvo after the 2016 budget presentation. And quite expectedly, the President responded when he addressed his teeming supporters at the Trade Fair Centre during the round-up of the NDC’s Greater Accra tour. A colleague claims he saw me smirk anytime the issue was being discussed on radio, and quite frankly, I was amused at the brouhaha. Depending on where your allegiance lies, it is a case of the proverbial pot calling the kettle black, hence the title of this piece. Who is the pot? Who is the kettle? You’ll soon find out as I share my musings in the next few paragraphs.

Venire…Videre…Vincere

ECG did its ‘thing’. The radio went off. Power was restored but not through the radio and no one seemed to realize. I feigned inattentiveness when a colleague asked me to put on the radio as the office was all quiet and uninteresting. I reluctantly stretched my hand to hit the switch button when he made the call again after about a minute later, and heard Dr Mensa Otabil at his usual best, teaching the Word of God. If I had heeded my colleague’s earlier call, I’m sure I would have caught the title of his teaching. Blame inertia.

It's Not As Great As You Think!

The line was terrible. I could hardly hear what he was saying but I could sense excitement in our network-induced breaking chat. So I called back and he delivered the good news, this time, hitch-free. His employer had agreed to sponsor his postgraduate education at Birmingham City University (BCU) in the UK – what he’d being praying about for quite some time. I was so happy for my childhood bosom friend. This was his third time of being admitted to the same institution to pursue a master’s programme in finance albeit his inability in securing funding in his first two attempts.  So for his employer to come to his aid meant the world to him – even more important than his salvation at that point in time [exaggeration mine]. This was in mid-July and the academic year was to start in September.