In the once vibrant night township of Nkwanta, a haunting melody now fills the air – the persistent wail of sirens.
At first, I thought it was just another emergency, but as the minutes ticked by, I realized it was something more.
It was the sound of curfew, a harsh reminder of the conflict that has gripped this community.
Every night, from 8:30 pm to 6:30 am, the streets of Nkwanta turn into a ghost town. The people are forced to sleep, not by the exhaustion of a day’s work, but by the fear of violence.
The sound of sirens has become a constant companion, a reminder of the restrictions that have been imposed upon them.
But why must it be so? Why must the people of Nkwanta live in fear, their lives dictated by the sound of sirens?
Is peace really that elusive? The stakeholders have begged, cried, and pleaded for peace, but still, the conflict persists.
Oh, people of Nkwanta, peace is knocking on your doors! Open them, and let it in! Embrace dialogue, and let the warmth of understanding envelop you.
The restrictions, the curfew, the sirens – they are all a cry for help, a desperate plea for peace.
How much longer will you live in fear? How much longer will you let the sound of sirens dictate your lives? Rise up, people of Nkwanta, and claim your right to peace! Agoooo! The time for peace is now!”
Source: Kodwo Mensah Aboroampa
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