Accra Floods & Parliament's Family Bill
By A Concerned Ghanaian · 5 June 2026 · Politics
It is early June, and as predictably as a politician denying wrongdoing he heavens have opened over Accra. But instead of ushering in the blessings of a bountiful harvest, the rains have delivered their annual catastrophe. Our capital city continues to behave less like a modern metropolis and more like a poorly engineered swimming pool. Every year, without fail, the rains arrive, the illegal structures block the waterways, the gutters already choked with last year’s negligence overflow, and Accra quietly sinks beneath its own bad planning. Lives are being lost. Ordinary citizens are swept away in their vehicles, livelihoods are buried under thick red mud, and properties built through decades of honest sweat are destroyed in under two hours. And as if on cue, we begin our other national ritual: recycling thoughts and prayers like a plastic bottle at a waste management conference. We don’t prevent disasters; we simply send condolences in bulk and hope the next flood forgets our address. Remember the Akosombo fires? Same script, different actors. We fold our arms, wait patiently for the worst to happen, and then erupt into applause for the firemen who bravely put out the blaze while completely ignoring the engineers who warned us about the faulty wiring in the first place. In Ghana, we reward the fixers and punish the preventers. Prevention is apparently too boring for our national taste. Meanwhile Parliament has been offering a masterclass in political gymnastics.Just recently, the Majority caucus waited with monk-like patience for the Speaker to briefly vacate his seat. The moment his back was turned, they moved with a speed that would make Usain Bolt request a recount, rushing to pass the controversial Proper Human Sexual Rights and Ghanaian Family Values Bill behind closed doors. We have ninety-nine existential problems, and what two consenting adults do behind their closed doors is not one of them. Our water bodies are turning into liquid mud thanks to galamsey. Our youth are roaming the streets with degrees but zero job prospects. The cost of living is giving everyone a permanent migraine. Basic infrastructure is collapsing like a poorly built JHS science project. Yet our legislative genius is laser‑focused on policing bedrooms. And the comedy didn’t end there. When the Speaker returned and discovered what had transpired, he threw a curveball worthy of a World Cup final. Even though the bill had already been passed, he requested that leadership meet him to “discuss it further.” In the entire history of our Parliament, I doubt anyone has ever seen a bill cross the finish line only for the Speaker to say, “Hold on, I still want to have a bite at it.” It is a constitutional puzzle that has the whole country scratching its collective head.We are majoring in the minors while the roof is literally leaking into our living rooms. So long, Ato_KD See less