Dear Bawku,
The limit has been reached!
I write this to you under soaked teary eyes.
The land is soaked with tears.
Mothers have wailed, clutching the lifeless bodies of their children.
Children have asked in confusion, “Where is Dada?”
The old woman sits each morning, biting her lip in agony.
This wasn’t the future she envisioned for Bawku.
The old man shakes his head, regret heavy on his shoulders.
Regret for the choices made when peace was still an option.
And there stand the youth, swollen with vengeance,
Cocking guns, sharpening machetes,
Ready to prove to their peers that they are warriors.
But to what end?
If someone else could save you,
They would have by now.
But only you can save Bawku.
Will you put down the weapons for the sake of a better future for your children?
Or will you erase yourselves, one by one,
Until Bawku becomes just a memory—
A ghost town, lost in time?
The once vibrant and prosperous town now stands hollow,
Empty, its silence screaming with pain.
Choose peace.
Come together.
Build a sustainable future.
Let your land flourish again—through agriculture, tourism, and rich traditions.
Tell your story, how you want it to be told.
May all broken hearts and troubled minds find peace.
Bawku will be great again—only if you want it to be.
As His Royal Majesty Otumfuo Osei Tutu led mediation team makes yet another attempt to intervene, let’s calm tempers,dedicate ourselves to peace and at the end,we’ll all embrace each other in love and kindness.
#choosepeaceandlove.
