The cry from Major Mahama…
When you go home tell my mama that the very people I was sent to give life to took my own.
Tell mama that though I promised to return I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise. Mama tell it to the hill towns, tell it to the trees, tell it to the generations yet unborn that my life was snuffed out at the glare of the cameras.
Tell mama my plea of innocence was not taken.
Tell mama my lifeless body was set ablaze by another mama.
Tell mama not to cry for me but for the country that raised me. Tell mama I had huge dreams unfulfilled.
Tell mama I was keeping fit to protect the very people who stood by and watched me lynched to death.
Tell mama I gave up the ghost while holding my weapon. Tell mama I loved the people who took my life so much that I didn’t want to shed their blood.
Tell mama I died not on a strange land but on the land that gave me birth. Tell my mama I’m gone never to return again.
Please tell it to my mama that i’m sorry. Tell it of me that for their tomorrow I gave my today. RIP Max, gone but not forgotten
Tell Mama the whole Galamsey fight has been a sham from the onset.
It was always planned as a conduit for the New Patriotic Party and it’s government officials to enrich themselves.