My Time with Anas – Casual Kwatriot Kwesi Yankah writes


Monday, 14e November. I was ready, I was going to see the last operation by this mysterious man, Anas Aremeyaw Anas, who for two decades pushed Ghana to turn on its five fingers.

HWe had gotten the smartest Ghanaian, tall or short, looking over his shoulders in each little go to the wrong side of the law.

only one eye bat from behind his beaded veil bring down famous men from the heights, and moaning like day-old babies.

call it agthediator national values; but it was too brief of investigative journalism in bold.

The announcement of his next project, ‘Galamsey The economy’ got me excited, and got me heading in town to pick up a ticket.

The theme somehow merged with mthere clean, and I started dream sympathy with my little antIGalamsey efforts.

i called my frIend Ace, who disappointed me by saying a synopsis of the show in the media, had nothing to do with Galamsey. Ouch! It was a shot below the belt.

My day has been ruinedand I did a quick U-turn and came home chew grilled corn.

The misleading Title, Galamsey Economy, gave sufficient clues this the pet boy Most likely regressed while i looked away.

Did someone censor the original story and decide to give the gamea Freudian slip?

It didn’t look like the Anas I had grown to admire.

In truth, I had met him twice.

First, the real human Anas Aremeyaw Anaseyeball to eyeball; and years later, Anas as phantoma hood scare the crow.

Being a writer myself, I experienced his beginnings as a slender, lean journalist working for Kweku Baako’s Guide to crusade in the 1990s.

I met him later when he came to study law at the University of Ghana, aD visited my office as Pro-VC for student and academic affairs; it was around 2006.

It was one very simple and charming personality, far from being little monster, spying and tracking executive vices.

But I kinda lost track of her, until I started seeing glimpses of the cool, winning gentleman overall price with bewitching stories.

I was dazed by its beginnings surveys As Ghana’s crazy housewhere safe Anas virtually transformed into a madman, and entered the asylum in Ghana here, as a patient.

He went to admission, and day by day ate with inmates and, like them, gnot injected with daily doses of all relevant medications, depressants and all.

And why take this trouble? He had sacrificed his life for the concern to unearth the history of raw human rights violations in psychiatric institutions.

This Masterroom in investigative journalism led to the passing of the Ghana Mental Health Act 2012. Wow! He was a man after my heart.

Over the years, he had become a household name in the sub-region and beyond.

Otherwise, how could Anas have caught the attention of overall statesmanot barack obama, then The American President?

In his speech in Ghana in 2009, obama drew attention to “that brave journalist, Anas, who risked his life to report the truth”. i said wOuch Again, extremely proud having meyou the young man of on my desk in Legon.

September 2015 I was among the large crowd of people queuing at the Accra International Conference Center waiting to see the debut of Anas’ masterpiece on judicial corruption which exposed 34 Ghanaian judges engaged in vices of various kinds.

Eohse judges and more than 105 judicial staff has been filmed receiving bribes to influence the judgment of Ghanaian courts.

The audience was indeed surprised by a scandalous underworld of sex, bribery, blackmail, corruption, by respected men in wigs and their associates, who thus decide to release rapists and other criminals and conversely throw innocent people into jail.

A few days after watching that project, I seen one of the shameful judgess, partly disguised as a bonnet, and to push a luggage to the departure lounge from Accra airport.

Weeks later, news spread that one of the appointed judges had quietly left the country.

November 2016, one year later; I’ve had a rare opportunity to interact with the man Anas, in full flight and insignia.

9e November This year. Here is Anas at my doorstep. I has been in full charge of Central University as Vice-Chancellor, and had introduced a distinguished lecture series, which had brought such personalities as Dr. Kwesi to campus BotchweyDr. Mahmoud BawumiProfessor AdIgun Agbaje From’Ibadan University.

Joh support the enthusiasm of the students, why not Anas as the next speaker? That thought alone rocked the campus. Anas at Central? Yes. It was a scoop, and I had conspired with the dynamic director of the school of Communication Studies, Dr. Ransford Antwifor surprise.

Wednesday Morning.

The 3,000-capacity auditorium of the Central University was not big enough. A rare pearl was in the house. There was excitely; but also panica security nightmare.

The question has been how to host Anas without endanger him; who would escort him; how to interact with him, etc. Campus security was on alert, but same uncertain of Which way he came. Is he say what access route it would use; that she wears? Frohm who direction: ThemeWhere Aflao? Jhe gentleman had decided to keep us in the dark.

9:45 a.m.

Anas was on campus with in plain clothes Security, have somehow eludeed our Campus watch dogs. He had materialized.

The crowded auditorium was a mix of students, staff and faculty who were all ears, seek answers to hearsay and riddles about the man.

How does he get his several spooky stories? what makes it ubiquitous? And is it really journalism? But even before the meeting, I got an idea of ​​his operations by talking to the students.

I was told that Anas had student volunteers all over the country working for him free. They were well trained and could be achieved at any time for to help with ssecret operations. Some students, I was afraid to hear, were at Central University!

But who was Anas himself? Before us that day at Central, were three hooded doppelgangers, one of who was the real Anas. The truth has been further away copounded when after my introduction of the guest speakerthe three look-alikes rose from the high table and stood behind microphone stand.

After a moment of suspense, the real Anas took the mic of me and announced himself while the other two models stood fidget throughout the interaction.

The 90 minutes DItalking with the students was exciting and educational, giving him the opportunity to tell his harrowing life experiences: disguises, escapades, close encounters; frustrations, successes and small failures.

The award-winning experience with mental patients Where was he injected with depreciationssaints was most bold; and he explained the safethere measures it has taken to reduce adverse health effects.

all eyes riveted on he spoke freely, pacing the crowded auditorium and occasional bending discuss with individual students. Remote monitoring was his own security, which was alert, and ready at dash and to intervene Where it is needed.

After the meeting, my staff and I returned to my office, waiting for Anas to join us for further interaction and refreshments. But it was a mirage. Anas Aremeyaw Anas had mysteriously disappeared!

november 2022 a A few days agoand six years after Central, Anas was playing in a theater near my house; but I answered with waning enthusiasmasMr. That time classic the business seemed to limpand allegations of entrapment by the culprits were gaining ground. Is Ghana losing this great morality tool? Is the project heading towards commodification? To the pet Anas same decided to protect the real monsters from Galamsey?

kWeku Baako, Anas mentor, I urge you at pause and review the entire Anas company, or just call it a day.



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