WHEN DEFEAT STARES YOU IN THE FACE, YOU SING CONSPIRACY BETWEEN EC AND NIA FOR AKUFO-ADDO.
In a vain attempt to reinvent the same old, dilapidated and woebegone wheel which has been their mantra for all this while, Samuel Ofosu-Ampofoh and his NDC staged a spectacle aimed at softening the hands of the EC in the Commission’s decision to compile a new register for the 2020 elections.
The NDC, at their press conference, chorused the same refrain they have been singing all these months about what they term as an unholy dalliance between Jean Mensa and President Akufo-Addo with the ultimate aim of rigging the 2020 elections for the NPP.
Ofosu-Ampofoh alleged that there are moves by the EC as well as the NIA to ensure that President Akufo-Addo and the NPP win the 2020 elections.
One of their ‘unimpeachable’ evidence is that the EC has only a passport and Ghana Card to qualify to be registered as a Ghanaian to vote. These, they say, would disenfranchise thousands, if not millions of people.
In their rendition of this point of view, they mischievously failed to point out that in an event that one lacks any of these two identification cards, people who have them and have registered can vouch for those without the two identity cards.
The NIA used a similar formula and captured 11 million people. The NIA’s huge numbers despite the challenges they faced, would make this claim of the NDC a moot one.
As for the claim that the NIA went about registering Ghanaians using a formula that places NDC’s stronghold at a disadvantage is not only puzzling but absurd. So the Upper regions and the other places they mentioned have no NPP members?
It is erroneous on their part to think that the NIA has been registering Ghanaians for election purposes. The NIA’s core reason for its exercise is not for election related matters.
The NDC, at their presser, failed to convince us why their cries of a conspiracy to rig the elections in favour of President Akufo-Addo by the EC and the NIA.
They appear unprepared for the next elections. When defeat is knocking on your door, such empty lamentations become your only force to reckon with.
P.K. Sarpong, Whispers from the Corridors of the Thinking Place.