The Deputy Speaker of the Liberian parliament, Togbah Mulbah, is in a tight corner these days. He is to appear in court for flogging a police officer. Despite several calls made to seek an out-of-court settlement, the government has decided that the law should take its course.
This matter is in the center of heated debates throughout the country. Some people back the decision of the government while others say that the deputy Speaker is victim of political witch-hunting.
We are somewhere in Bong County, Central Liberia, a little village in the heart of a green forest. Benjamin Kollie is a farmer. He is reading the daily newspaper while as he does a go on the see-saw in his hammock. After few minutes of meticulous reading, he jumps up with a start like some one who has just seen death. “This is nonsense. I mean complete nonsense.” He shouts. The deafening shout frightens the wife of Benjamin. She rushes out while striding along. “Ben what happens? Has some one died?”
“Nothing is wrong with me Hanah. It is a story in the newspaper that made me shout like that. I am very sorry. Go back inside I will be ok.” Benjamin says. “I will go inside but not before you tell me what is irritating you so much. Tell me what it is.” Hanah says to her husband. “If you insist, I will explain.” Benjamin says, adding…, “They are saying in the newspaper that Togbah Mulbah should go to court, meaning that he is going to be tried for the incident with the police officer. That is what is irritating me my dear.”
“Eh Ben! You too! If the honorable has committed an illegal act why can’t he go to court? What the man did was wrong so he has to go to court like any other ordinary person because he is not above the law.” Hanah says. “You are right my dear. It is not because he is asked to go to court that I am irritated. It is because his name is Mulbah and he is coming from the opposition party that he is being asked to go to court. You know and I know that you know, if it was a member of the ruling party, they would have asked for an out-of-court settlement. What is happening here is a complete witch-hunt against Togbah Mulbah, and it is done that way to destroy him, at the same time to ridicule the CDC.
“Ben, why are you thinking that way? You are taking this thing too far. Leave the politic with politicians, take your tools and let go on the farm. You will talk from now to judgment day; it will not change a thing in the mind of those who want to see Togbah Mulbah down. I beg Papa, let’s go.” She says to her husband.
“You are right my dear, let’s go do our farming but one day God will surely beat these people who are always bent on seeking the down fall of others instead of struggling for development and unity.” Benjamin says.
“Wait Ben, don’t go yet I want to say something.” Daniel Jorngee, a friend of Benjamin who has been listening to the conversation between and her husband, intervenes. “I have been listening to you and your wife, and what you guys said here is completely wrong. You are making false allegation against other people that is not right. What prove do you have that Togbah Mulbah is victim of political witch-hunt? Do you have an evidence of what you just said? I am sure not. But let me tell you that we are in a country of law not a country of men. If he was man enough to beat an officer he should be man enough to go to court and prove his so called detractors wrong. Why are you people crying wolf by saying that it is a political witch-hunt? Don’t you guys know that politic is not a boy game? Togbah Mulbah is a politician, therefore he should be expecting these kinds of things that you call witch-hunt.” He says.
“Look Daniel, if you have come to insult me in the presence of my wife, I will show you that I am not girl but a real man. Wait for me I am coming, let me get my cutlass.” Benjamin says and enters his house. He gets out 2 minutes later with a machete in his hands, but Daniel is no longer there. “You are lucky. Next time I see you in my yard I will cut your two legs.” Benjamin says. He holds his wife’s hand and takes the farm’s road.