The realities Of the plights Of innocent citizens Of our country dawned on me when I was posted to a rural district in the Western Region Of Ghana.

The story you are about to read now is that Of a client whom I am trying my possible best with available resources to help him come out Of his life threatening situation. He is just One Of the many other children Of cocoa farmers who do not have the ability to pay for medical services in the country, but contribute his quota by drying the cocoa beans Of his fathers farm for it to add to the national cake.

This client is a 20 year old son Of a caretaker cocoa farmer. His father had separated with his mother due to financial difficulties. Because Of their financial situation, his father also could not pay him through formal education. I have decided to live out details Of his location for obvious reasons and professional ethics but if you really want to help, you can be led to him. Let us go on with the story.

Currently, he helps his father take care Of a farm whose owner lives in the city and only comes for income when sold and feeds from produce Of a food crop farm they have cultivated on the land.
About three months ago, this client went to farm to harvest some plantain on a motor bike he borrowed from a neighbour.

On his way back, he felt the motor bike was light so he turned to check whether his harvest had fallen off. When he turned, the bike skidded and he fell off. The sharp blade Of the cutlass he was carrying on the bike landed on his Archilles and he was rushed to the hospital.

While being treated, his father, who was cash trapped, decided to take him home for a more cheaper means Of treatment, the use Of herbs. He consulted a herbalist friend and he asked him (the father) to bring him for free treatment. This went on for some time but the wound was infected and started spreading.

About two weeks ago on a Friday, a driver from this organization attended a funeral there and when he saw the boy’s situation he rushed to come back to the capital Of the district to talk to me about the boy. I then decided to go back with him to verify things for help. When I arrived, he was sitting in a delapidated hut, on a ‘lazy’ chair.

The floor was not cemented and the surface was rough. He said he had sat there throughout the three months. He ate, drank, eazed himself, infact, he was just there throughout the period. I saw a mat on the other side and inquired who slept there and he said his father did. The infection had spread from the archilles to the knee level and the whole of his foot was dead. I had to control my breath because Of the bad smell emanating from the infection.

I then asked him what he wanted from us and he said in tears in the akan language “…s? wo b? boa Me Ama y?twa Me nan no na Me ho at? Me a, anka m? da wo ase dodo…” literally meaning “…if you help me to amputate my leg for me to be well again, I will be very grateful…” This nearly sent me to tears but had to control my emotions as a professional Of course.

I took pictures and sent it to the only medical doctor in our district at the district hospital. This was at the time their stike was very intense but he welcomed me in his office and he gave me the cost breakdown Of the amputation which he also confirmed was the only solution. The whole process will cost about Gh?3000.00 i.e. amputation and fitting Of a prosthetic leg.

It is sad to know that a farmer Of Ghana’s leading crop export cannot pay for his son’s health but even rely on free herbal treatment which should be cheaper compared to orthodox medicine.

Government is always intrested in the amount Of cocoa it is able to send out Of the country and not the welfare Of its producers.

I heared there was scholarship for cocoa farmers’ wards in school but how come this boy never had access to it? As we brainstorm on the welfare Of the poor farmer who sweats to put the economy Of his beloved country into shape, let us also think about my client and help spread this so that he gets back on his remaining foot. Any donation should be directed to SMCAP.

Credit :SMCAP
Godred Yeboah


Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.