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Late JB Danquah’s wife narrates how some top officials at the CID unit sexually harassed her

   
   

Late JB Danquah’s wife narrates how some top officials at the CID unit sexually harassed her

The wife of the late MP of Akim Abuakwa Ivy Heward-Mills has narrated the frustrations she has endured since the murder of her husband five years ago.

According to the wife of the late MP JB Danquah, she has not had it quite well in the hands of the Criminal Investigative Department of the Ghana Police Service who are investigating the gruesome murder of her late husband.

From her narration she indicated that in her quest to find justice for the murder of her husband, some security personnel in the service sought to take advantage of her.

READ BELOW THE EMOTIONAL POST OF IVY HEWARD-MILLS:

   
   

“Exactly five years ago today, my husband, Joseph Boakye Danquah Adu, who was the Akim Abuakwa North MP; DIDN’T DIE. He was brutally assassinated in barbarous Tudor fashion. Three years on, there’s neither a sign of justice for him nor for my children and me.

You see, Jo Cox, MP, was also brutally assassinated by shooting and stabbing in London on June 16, 2016; four months after JB. Before the end of November, Thomas Mair, her assailant had been tried and sentenced to life imprisonment.

Of course, it didn’t bring her back but I bet my last Pesewa that it gave her family a certain measure of closure and relief from their grief. They can go to sleep every night knowing that the country she served had served her too by giving her justice. They can recount or tell the story of her life with a conclusion. It took five months. FIVE MONTHS, for the British police and judiciary, to do right by their MP. I’m afraid that’s far more than I can say for Ghana.

Thirty-six months after JB’s murder, Ghana is still playing “Ludo” and “Oware” or perhaps “chacha” with the matter. Between then and now, I have been harassed and threatened by family, citizens and police alike. I have had jesters amongst his peers call me names and cast aspersions at me; perhaps out of fear of their own dark shadows! I have had de-facto spokespersons, aided by media houses, slandering me. I have had his townsfolk attack my family and me.

I have been summoned to the Police HQ on countless occasions and subjected to what I would casually describe as “the act of scrubbing a fresh wound with Himalayan rock salt” and topped up with a million and one questions including, to my shock, a very gleeful “so madam do you wear waist beads?” in a meeting room populated by a men-only CID team who perhaps thought it was their birthright to get familiar with what’s in every woman’s underwear!

And if you think that’s inappropriate, try that Sunday morning when one of those men; a man at the helm of investigating my husband’s murder, thought it sensible to muster the sheer unadorned temerity, call me and tell me how beautiful/sexy he thinks I am and give me reasons why I must marry him; an already married man. Yes, he had the audacity… and this was the head of a certain significant unit at the CID… and I’m supposed to trust that they did a great job? May God forgive him.

It took five months for Jo Cox’s assailant to be apprehended, prosecuted and convicted. three years ago, the Ghanaian police assured me they will apprehend the murderer ASAP. Within three days, they had done just that and given me hope for justice. Thirty-six months later…(three bad years and over seven times the number of months the UK took to resolve the case of Jo Cox’s murder,) we are still watching “comedies” (previews) and the “cine” (movie/show) is yet to start.

I woke up a few minutes ago with a cocktail of emotions- anger, hurt, renewed grief with a topping of clouds of disappointment. But a sudden wind of calm seems to be blowing over me. It’s almost as though the universe were whispering “relax, Ivy; relax…” After a prayer, a glass of water and a few deep breaths, I picked up my phone to catch up on emails and below is the content of the first email I opened:

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. (Isaiah 55:8)

   
   

“Be still in the presence of the Lord, and wait patiently for him to act.” (Psalm 37:7)”

   
   

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