A Political Faux-Pas That Is All It Is!
Dear Nyaaba,
Sammy Gyamfi may well be guilty of a political faux-pas, but let’s not pretend this is some grand betrayal of principle or party.
He gifted a known opponent a sum of money. Dollars, yes—but not daggers.
Kindness, not conspiracy.
And in this nation where politicians routinely gorge on state largesse, where cronies siphon millions under the cover of party colours, we are suddenly meant to believe that a personal gesture of goodwill is the mortal sin?
Let’s call it what it is: political theatre. The outrage directed at Sammy Gyamfi is not about ethics. It is about envy, fear, and opportunism.
Envy—because his boldness continues to command attention. Fear—because he had the courage to apologise. And opportunism—because some see a chance to clip the wings of a voice that so often flies above the timid chorus of compliant sycophants.
Those baying for his head are bereft of the moral right to do so. Many of them are beneficiaries of a political culture steeped in hypocrisy.
They have watched allies loot public coffers and looked the other way.
They have cheered on incompetence wrapped in party loyalty.
They have excused tribalism, defended mediocrity, and embraced corruption as long as it wore their party’s colors.
And now, they want to crucify a man for giving money to someone he may disagree with politically? When did we decide that political difference must mean personal hostility? When did generosity become treason?
Sammy Gyamfi’s gesture may not have been tactically sound, but it was human. And if the worst we can say of him is that he helped someone seen as an ideological opponent, then we must ask: what kind of politics are we practicing? A politics of vengeance? A politics of fear? Or a politics where maturity, principle, and humanity are punished?
If the issue is that he has dollars, have we forgotten that he is a lawyer, a fairly good one at that. Let us get off it, his “crime“  if at all, was that he is now in political office and the optics were not palatable .
How many times have we not seen dollars sprayed like confetti at weddings and parties, by persons whose livelihoods are suspect? Have we called for their heads?
Let no one be deceived. This is not about preserving political discipline. It is about silencing a rising figure who speaks with clarity, courage, and conviction. But his critics are mistaken. You cannot shame a man whose conscience is clear. You cannot cancel a man who stands, not on the shifting sands of convenience, but on the solid rock of his convictions.
Sammy Gyamfi does not owe anyone an apology, though he has graciously offered one. Not when the real transgressions—those of silence in the face of evil and complicity in the abuse of power—go unchecked. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. Until then, let Sammy Gyamfi be.
The Honourrebel Siriguboy
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