Why I won’t vote for that 20 something year old single lady to be my MP

I have gradually grown to hate listening to the news, in the immediate periods after a major National or Political event or even a Disaster. Imagine all radio stations speaking to their correspondents who are stationed round the country to give updates about flooding or Independence Day parades in their respective regions. Who really cares? Well, certainly not me and I can swear you also don’t; Just admit it.

After last weekend’s internal party elections of the NPP to select parliamentary candidates, I knew I had to reset the locked radio frequencies in my car to locate where the pro-entertainment and music stations were because though by evening I could literally list all winners and major losers in the elections, I was sure that the morning shows and major news bulletins of the ensuing days were all going to engage in several hours of ‘nonfa’ analysis, farming out non-existent patterns and speaking to monotonous arm chair political experts. I had been over fed and could obviously not consume anymore.

I spent my Saturday night, honoring a promise I made earlier to myself that, I will repeatedly listen to the Sarkodie & Acehood’s much anticipated #NewGuy collabo till I could tell myself, ‘wow, what a song, I love it’. Well it took me most of Saturday night and Sunday but I am glad to say that as of now, at least I can say, ‘wow, Acehood spoke Twi’. Trust me, this is great progress for me. In a few weeks, I wont be surprised to use that song as my caller Ring back tone. I just cant imagine it as my ringtone yet though, but hey anything is possible; if Bruce is now Caitlyn, what is not possible?

In between the bombardment with NPP politics and my quest to love ‘NewGuy’, social media was awash with a lady’s picture. A 22-year-old Second year law student had unseated an incumbent to become the new candidate for the ‘Kwabre East’ seat. Well, everywhere in the world, this effort at further shuttering the glass ceiling is a great feat and good news. If Obama becoming President of the U.S in his 40’s was a big deal, then imagine a young lady, from conservative Africa, being elected to be a legislator before she is 25. I was happy for her, but only till I heard she was not married.

People who are not married sometimes refer to themselves as being single. Being single however could mean one of two things: that she is currently not attached to any man, or that even though she has a boyfriend, they are not married yet. Well, if she is single because she is not attached to any man, that’s her choice and I respect that but if this Francisca lady says she is single because she is not married, though she has a boyfriend then she has lost my vote (not that she even had it before or I even have one). She will not get my support to become a legislator, never.

Why? Well, wait till I tell of a terrible experience.

Back in J.S.S, I was in the same class with a lady who became Miss Ghana a few years ago. Though I was impressed by how beautiful she had turned out to be when we got to University, many other admirers and I could only satisfy our visual desires from afar because it was no secret that she was dating in the University. When she entered the competition to be Miss Ghana, her boyfriend was her chief campaign officer, supporting her throughout. Eventually she won: she was now Miss Ghana. Her admirers changed from us, colleague students and ‘trunk and chop box boys’ to footballers and politicians, her lifestyle changed from the everyday, modest fine chick to a celebrity, overnight. Her boyfriend? Well, he was still that student who was in love with my friend and who was still a student. Nothing had changed.

You are smart if you rightly guessed that by the time my Miss Ghana friend was going for short holidays in Paris and Milan, her boy was just another boy who had to study hard like his mum advised him before coming to school, nurse a heart ache and repeatedly tell his pathetic episode of how he was unceremoniously dumped for a few seconds of sympathy.

If indeed Francisca has a boyfriend, it is the very reason why she has lost my vote. My anger at her is borne out of pity for her guy. I have seen a colleague male bitten once, and I am twice shy. The boyfriend, if he exists needs male solidarity.  She will not only be meeting Nana Addo and other political stalwarts regularly, she will also be interacting with key, powerful and rich businessmen in the country and beyond; be taken care of by the state and have 24 hour security at her disposal etc.

If you don’t get my anxiety that a serious trauma awaits a male homosapien in the nearest possible time if Francisca wins that seat, then you are either not compassionate or I have just succeeded in wasting your precious time to read something I honestly don’t care about.

Frankly, I don’t care what happens to this boyfriend if he exists but rest assured, I love the #NewGuy video and my favorite part of the entire collaboration is where Sarkodie gives that evil laughter ‘he he he he’.

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