Jedeapoh Leadership Speaks Out
Reports: Public Relation Bureau of JETCO
The Administration of the Jedeapoh Tribal Council (JETCO), USA has described as a miscarriage and a travesty of vast magnitude a purported meeting which was held in Trenton New Jersey in which it was reported that a committee to conduct elections for the council was set up. The administration has indicated that the group that reportedly met in Trenton on 26th June 2010 has no democratic clout to set up elections for Jedeapoh in the United States. The administration has therefore appealed to all Jedeapoh to ignore the big bluff that is being exhibited by certain elements in the community masquerading as leaders. The administration stated that the purported group that met in Trenton does not reflect the broad conscience and will of the Jedeapoh people as such its pronouncement should be disregarded. Such pronouncement has no impetus and merits. The council emphasized.
It can be recalled that in 2007, citizens of Jedeapoh in the United States of America overwhelmingly rejected the candidacy of Mr. Samuel N. Saylee in Trenton, New Jersey when they massively elected an erudite son of Jedeapoh, Mr. Bodiour Wesseh Siapo.
Meanwhile, the administration of the council has described as overzealous and conceited the behavior of three individuals who published report in a local daily in Monrovia indicating that citizens of Jedeapoh in the United States of America have requested that the President of Liberia, Madam Ellen Johnson, run for a second term during the presidential election of 2011. The administration indicated that while it respects the accomplishments of the Sirleaf’s administration, the organization was in no way prepared to embroil itself into politics, adding the council is a non-profit, non-political, and a non-ideological organization and as such it was dismayed by the reports. The council maintained that members of the council have their individual’s rights to pursue their political aspirations but the name of the organization should never be used for some political gamesmanship. The administration has maintained that such behavior has violated constitutional precepts of the organization and has embarrassed the institution. Consequently, the administration has appealed to its non partisan sponsors not to be distracted by the actions of those who are bent on placing personal interest above the well being of the people of Jedeapoh.
Meanwhile, the Jedeapoh Tribal Council administration, under the stewardship of the JBCC has announced that it will be holding a massive consultative meeting at the residence of Mrs. Ida Lewis Bonal in Levittown, Pennsylvania on July 17, 2010 at 3:00 pm. At the meeting, the council will review its strategy and programs as it begins the fiscal year in July. The council will assess and reassess the scope of its initiatives and also review reports from it project coordinators in Liberia. The council is inviting the entire populace of Jedeapoh in the United States, Mexico, and Candida, as well as other well wishers to attend. Details of the meeting will be enclosed in the citations.
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Some years ago an old legend of epic stories told me. The Legend indicated that it was long time ago, even before snakes lost their limbs . At such time elephants have not transcended into growing very large ears. For the date and time of these events, I was not told. The Legend said that a man was traveling from one village to the other. It was dark and cold. It was so cold that the fire flies which often travel during the dark hours carrying embers on their wings were grounded. Their wings were too heavy to fly.Dusk had grown so thick and dark that it might have become very thoughtful to slice the darkness with a large blade. The old man traveling to the next village did not have a large blade so he carried with him a torch made of bundled reeds so that he would find his way on the narrow path. As the man traveled, torching his way through the quite forest, he met a traveler heading in the opposite direction. He was groping his way in the dark. No torch.
"Wow, strange that you are traveling at this hour with a blazing torch," the groping traveler said to the one with the torch.
" In these times no one travels with a bundle of burning flame again. Drop it lest they call you a fool," the groping man implored. The man with the torch thoughtlessly obeyed. He plunged the head of his torch into a nearby creek that was quietly slithering its way.Both travelers then resumed their respective journeys, tumbling and fumbling through the fogs of darkness.
Many years later I learned that the man who had dropped his torch was a native of the Grain Coast. I thought I should share this true story with all readers and those who think to be 'civilized is to expunge oneself of what he/she is made of.
Some years ago an old legend of epic stories told me. The Legend indicated that it was long time ago, even before snakes lost their limbs . At such time elephants have not transcended into growing very large ears. For the date and time of these events, I was not told. The Legend said that a man was traveling from one village to the other. It was dark and cold. It was so cold that the fire flies which often travel during the dark hours carrying embers on their wings were grounded. Their wings were too heavy to fly.Dusk had grown so thick and dark that it might have become very thoughtful to slice the darkness with a large blade. The old man traveling to the next village did not have a large blade so he carried with him a torch made of bundled reeds so that he would find his way on the narrow path. As the man traveled, torching his way through the quite forest, he met a traveler heading in the opposite direction. He was groping his way in the dark. No torch.
"Wow, strange that you are traveling at this hour with a blazing torch," the groping traveler said to the one with the torch.
" In these times no one travels with a bundle of burning flame again. Drop it lest they call you a fool," the groping man implored. The man with the torch thoughtlessly obeyed. He plunged the head of his torch into a nearby creek that was quietly slithering its way.Both travelers then resumed their respective journeys, tumbling and fumbling through the fogs of darkness.
Many years later I learned that the man who had dropped his torch was a native of the Grain Coast. I thought I should share this true story with all readers and those who think to be 'civilized is to expunge oneself of what he/she is made of.
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