The Rise of Uncommon Sense: Ghana’s New Intellectual Pandemic

Uncommon Sense in Ghana has gone viral. It’s not COVID—no masks, no protocols, no e-passport required. This new intellectual pandemic infects everyone with equal enthusiasm: the highly educated, the barely educated, and the proudly uneducated.

Once upon a recent time in the Republic, we called it common sense. Today, goats still know not to chew plastic, but humans are busy debating whether floods come from rain—or from witches frying eggs in the sky. Aha.

A Virus Without Mask or Protocol

Once upon a recent time, in the Republic of Ghana, a strange virus began sweeping through communities. It was not COVID. No, this one wore no mask, observed no protocol, and traveled without e-passport.

It was called Uncommon Sense—and it infected the highly educated, the barely educated, and the proudly uneducated with equal enthusiasm.

When Common Sense Was Truly Common

In the good old days, common sense was so common that even goats knew when not to chew plastic.

Today, a man with a double PhD in Astrophysics and Instagram Philosophy is seen debating whether floods are caused by rain or by witches frying eggs in the sky. Aha.

Leadership Without Vision—Only Visibility

I write this in the era when we now elect thieves to protect vaults, appoint wolves to guard sheep, and hire sleeping dogs to watch gates. Leadership is no longer about vision—it is about visibility. As long as your billboard is bigger than your brain, you qualify.

Once, when elders sat under trees, wisdom dripped like palm wine. Now, when elders sit, it is under air conditioners, and all that drips is sweat from the national grid.

We used to clap for sense. Now, we clap for nonsense that comes with jollof, fuel coupons, and even full-blown VIP Nonsense on our streets..

Social Media: The New Shrine of Nonsense

Social media, the sacred shrine of the new sages, has not helped. A woman who barely passed Integrated Science is now ‘Health Coach.’ Unlike Madam ‘Integrated Science D7,’ this wellness program is actually backed by science. Your body will thank you later. Meanwhile, someone whose only qualification is shouting in traffic now gives marital advice from the backseat of a trotro — and yes, they too have followers, plenty.

Ministers Who Blame the Rain

Our ministers, not to be left out, have embraced this uncommon sense with evangelical zeal. A minister for Sanitation once said, “We are decongesting the drains, but the rains are not cooperating.” Yes, Madam. Let’s sue the rains for insubordination. However, in a country where drains double as dustbins, suing the clouds may be the least of our problems.

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Amnesty International Ghana.

The Youth: Hope on One Tick

And what of the youth? The energetic, entrepreneurial, unemployed, underpaid youth? They now carry briefcases of CVs that contain hope, faith, and eight different versions of the same letter beginning with “Dear Sir/Madam.” Some have turned to betting apps, others to motivational quotes like “Success is a journey, not a trotro stop.” The rest? They await destiny like a WhatsApp message stuck on one tick.

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When Parliament Becomes a Dormitory

Even our national discourse has been infected. We no longer debate issues. We debate personalities. One says, “You are corrupt,” the other replies, “But your father was a murderer!” And suddenly, Parliament sounds like the back of a Form 1 dormitory — the purest symptom of Uncommon Sense in Ghana at work.

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Electoral Commission of Ghana.

And yet… we laugh. Because in Ghana, if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry—and water is already scarce.

Can Common Sense Be Imported from China?

So what do we do? How do we restore the lost commons? Do we reintroduce common sense into the curriculum? Can it be bottled, taxed, or imported from China?

Or must we remember that old Ghanaian saying:

“When the lizard falls from the tree and no one claps, it nods to remind itself that it tried.”

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TL;DR

✨ Conclusion: Uncommon Sense in Ghana – Fellow Lizards, Keep Nodding (and Laughing)

Well, fellow lizards, let’s keep nodding—until one day, someone claps. But in the meantime, let’s also laugh. Because laughter in Ghana is cheaper than fuel, more available than jobs, and unlike electricity, it never goes off when the rains begin.

Uncommon Sense in Ghana may have turned Parliament into a Form 1 dormitory and social media into a shrine of self-appointed prophets, but remember: satire is our last remaining vaccine. It has no expiry date, no shortage, and you don’t need to queue at ECG to recharge it.

So, when you see floods blamed on witches frying eggs, ministers arguing with the rain, or PhD holders debating trotro philosophers—don’t panic. Because, the only sane vaccine left may be satire itself. And that, my friends, is the true price of living with Uncommon Sense in Ghana.

And if nobody claps for your wisdom, console yourself with jollof—because at least rice will always understand you. That’s the true price of living with Uncommon Sense in Ghana.

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