The Way I See Us

The world we live in is quite a weird place.
To function as normal as possible, one needs to follow a prescribed lifestyle with built-in mechanisms able to weed out the multitudes of psychosocial pollutants around us.
I have personally made a decision to laugh a lot, both at myself as well as at those things that will make me mad under normal circumstances. Why should I take myself so seriously and end up becoming a statistics, if you ask me?
Ghanaians, it appears to me, are a pretty lunatic bunch. I read somewhere that 40% of us, that is more than 9 million people, suffer from some form of mental disorder. Mind you, these includes our uncles, parents, aunties, brothers and sisters and ourselves.
Gee that is a scary statistics!
And most of us, sickos, will never get access to any mental care any time soon because there are only 4 psychiatrists in our public hospitals. No wonder most of us walk around with super-inflated egos. We easily blow our gaskets and threaten each other every time things don't go our way. Most of these threats are empty, but hey, how we love to issue them!
Just listen to the unmitigated twaddle we spew continuously on our radio stations daily. Take a hard look at the way we treat our womenfolk. Look at our cities, town and villages drowning in filth and garbage. Gee, take a second look at our priorities and the pull-him-down syndrome so quintessentially Ghanaian. Now tell me are we not nuts?
But the clearest sign yet of this collective psychosis is the ominous propensity for the politics of dysfunction, chaos, indiscipline and disorder. Ghanaians get easily bored by an environment where things run orderly, smoothly and progressively. Some nuts amongst us always have to come up with some plan to throw us back into the bowl of confusion and retrogression.
The history we have written, and continue to write, of ourselves clearly paints a picture of acute eccentricity. It is as if we are uncomfortable or even allergic to a quiet, well-functioning and progressive society. There is this latent nostalgia for interruptions whenever we are ushered into a continuum of socio-economic development and advancement.
We yearn for a return of the chaotic, the noisy, the messy common denominator: a strife for an entropic familiarity.
We are not that different from the sadomasochist who derives maximum satisfaction from being tortured.
Ghanaians must surely be having an orgasm now that we are being whipped by the goons of the elected dysfunction. Relax, take your fill. We are in familiar territory. Again!