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The ‘witch’ who almost got lynched.

Jesus , friend of little children

 But whosoever shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.”-Matthew 18:6



Article 1 of the United Nations Convention on the Rights of the Child (UNCRC) defined children as persons under 18 years of age. Physical abuse of a child is defined by the World Health Organization as ‘that which results in actual or potential physical harm from an interaction or lack of interaction which is reasonably within the control of a parent or person in a position of responsibility, power or trust’. 

The UNCRC places a duty on the state to promote the wellbeing of all the children within its jurisdiction and Ghana being a member of the United Nations (UN) is no exception. Unfortunately our children have been left to their own fate, when the voiceless cries, no one hears.

Time and again we see these innocents being paraded on television stations .These harmless are accused of praising witchcraft by ‘men of God’ who claim to see into the spiritual realm but obviously cannot see into the  Bible since it’s clear that they do not know how precious children are to Jesus.They also do not know that they are abusing the fundamental human rights of these children and hence breaking the law.

The children are forced to confess to crimes such as killing people, ‘buying’ diseases for people and even causing infertility in some women, to name a few. All of this is done in front of the congregation of the ‘men of God’. Like many ignorant Ghanaians, I used to believe they were actual witches who were confessing until the day a girl denied being a witch.The man of God threatened to let the congregation lynch her if she does not say she is a witch. Now that was fishy and it got me thinking that maybe she really wasn’t a witch after all but like any rational human being agreed she was a witch to avoid being lynched.

The law enforcement agencies and other religious leaders seem to have turned a blind eye to the suffering inflicted on these children. Obviously it’s not their children so...who cares.
This is what we are facing but allowing these cutthroat prophets to destroy our future leaders is unlawful and immoral to boot. If good people do nothing it is also evil.

The laws concerning the rights of children who are the future leaders of our motherland should be enforced. Our religious leaders should also bear in mind that God is the avenger for children and he will not take their maltreatment lightly. As such they should work hand in hand with the government and law enforcement agencies to protect the Ghanaian child. In so doing, they will be doing a favor not only to the children but also to Jesus, the friend of little children.


EY.

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