THE NAKEDNESS OF CORRUPTION
By Mawutodzi Kodzo Abissath
A SAMPLE CHAIN OF CORRUPTION |
Torgbui Nyansah has just retired from the public
service. For over 30 years he had dedicated his productive life to
the service of his country. In his own estimation, he was honest
and patriotic as sincerely as one could be. He could be characterised as a man
of integrity. He once resisted a temptation and refused to sign a document that
could have made him very rich for life. He declined because he sensed some
fishy deal. To his amazement, instead of being appreciated for that
professional ethical exhibition, he was rather penalised and suffered
ill-treatment. “Go and chop your integrity,” he was scorned. That was how
Torgbui Nyansah was dumped into the dustbin of poverty in terms of material
fortune.
In 1990, Torgbui Nyansah was about five
years in the service when he was posted on secondment. The institution he
worked for was responsible for public education and information dissemination
in the country. The organisation he was assigned was in charge of national
heritage. As a holder of diploma in journalism at the time, he was
still a junior officer. However, he was posted to serve as Public Relations
Officer (PRO) in his new agency. Normally, only senior officers held that post.
Yet his director told him he possessed what it took to perform public relations
functions.
His director said to him: “Torgbui
Nyansah, I have made my own assessment of you, a sort of ‘Strengths
Weaknesses Opportunities Threats analysis (SWOT),’ and realised that you have
an affinity for writing. You are a good writer,” he stressed. As evidence, the
director cited an occasion when he once heard a news commentary being read on
national radio and television networks, which was written by
Torgbui Nyansah. Apparently, the director was amazed because Nyansah was still
student at the time. That particular news commentary the director referred to,
was about the celebration of a United Nations (UN) declared international day
of the theatre. The Ghana Broadcasting Corporation (GBC) was the only broadcast
organisation at the time; so for one’s script to be accepted and read on Radio
Ghana was a big deal. Indeed, Torgbui Nyansah did not disappoint his director.
He took up the challenge as a junior officer and discharged the functions of a
senior officer creditably. For over six years that he served in that capacity,
his performance was adjudged to be outstanding in the true sense of the word.
First Corruption Shock
One day, the director of administration of his
workplace of secondment presented Torgbui Nyansah with some budget estimate to
endorse. Upon careful scrutiny of the document, it turned out to be a list of
building materials including lumbers, plywoods, wa-wa boards, roofing sheets,
mosquito nets, nails, gallons of paint and others. These items were to be
purchased by the estate officers for the rehabilitation of the supposedly
Public Relations Officer’s bungalow.
However, at that time the PRO was not living in
a bungalow at all. Not even in a two-bedroom apartment. Rather, he was
squatting with his family in some dilapidated single room somewhere known as
civil servants transit quarters in Accra. Thus, he was shocked to have seen
this estimated building materials valued several thousands of Cedis that could
have been used to construct a new house. “Why should I sing this document?” he
asked himself. In a flash, a voice from within told him not to append his
signature. Instantly, Torgbui Nyansah sprang up from his seat as if stung by a
wasp. From his tiny office, he rushed out straight to the administration
director’s office. “Please sir” he said, stretching his hand with the document
toward him. “What’s this that you wanted me to sign?”
The manner in which the question was posed
betrayed some anger in his throat. “Didn’t you request that the Commission
should do some renovation work in your house?” the director retorted. “Yes” he
responded. “But I only asked for mosquito nets to be fixed on my windows,” he
responded. He explained, “Moreover, where I am staying at the moment is not a
bungalow at all.” Then he told the director that he was sorry but he could not
sign the document. Then he dashed out of the director’s office. The director
was shocked by the defiant attitude of the PRO. “Why did he decline to endorse
the estimate,” he seemed to have queried himself.
Then it was the director’s turn to
surprise the PRO. He followed up and also entered the PRO’s office with fury.
He expressed shock that a junior officer had the gut to refuse to comply with
an “order” from his superior officer. Initially, the director resorted to some
sorts of tricks to persuade the junior officer to rescind his decision not to
sign the said document. He attempted using some words of inducement. He further
gave assurances that if the document was signed the officer would not be denied
of his part of the booty. Everything possible was done and yet the PRO did not
budge. Rather, he tried to reason out with the director. “Sir,” he called out:
“You see, since I am currently not living in a bungalow, what would I tell the
auditors if one day, they come to verify or inspect the rehabilitation work
done at my nonexistent bungalow?” Without any hesitation the director retorted:
“You leave that to me;” adding, “I would handle the auditors whenever they come
to perform their duties.”
Still Torgbui Nyansah was not convinced. Upon
consultation with his inner self or conscience, he insisted that he would not
sign the document. When the finance director realised the PRO was not ready to
compromise on his principles, his persuasions suddenly turned into threats.
“Because you have refused to sign this estimate we shall see who is who in this
Commission,” he sad furiously. He then snatched the documents from his hands
and stormed out of the PRO’s office. From that day, the PRO was ignored, snubbed
and sidelined in all money matters. He was never allowed to touch anything
dealing with financial issues such as budgeting or procurements and so on. It
was this particular experience that opened the author’s third eye. Since then
he started seeing the nudity or nakedness of corruption in the public/civil
service in Ghana.
The author is a Ghanaian bilingual journalist, poet & blogger abissath@gmail.com