When midnight at last arrived on March 6, 1957, church bells sounded across Accra. The crowds, who had filled the city streets with the hum of celebration and hope, pushed into the square outside Parliament and cheered as Britain's Union Flag was lowered, and the green, gold and red colors of the new nation of Ghana were hoisted in a light breeze. In a nearby polo ground, Prime Minister Kwame Nkrumah broke into dance and then spoke of a dream finally realized. "Today, from now on, there is a new African in the world," he declared. "At long last the battle has ended. Ghana, our beloved country, is free forever."
In Fodome, a small village in the eastern Volta region of the new nation, 22-year-old Kwame Deh and his family and friends gathered around a radio and listened through crackling static. "I felt very happy," remembers Deh. "The future was ours."
All births are incredible moments, but some are more momentous than others. When the citizens of the British colony of the Gold Coast gathered to witness the founding of their new nation a half-century ago, they carried not only their personal hopes and fears but the aspirations of a continent. As the first colony in sub-Saharan Africa to break away from its foreign master in the post-1945 era of independence, Ghana became the symbol of a land throwing off its shackles, the first breeze in what British Prime Minister Harold Macmillan would later dub "the wind of change." "The independence of Ghana is meaningless unless it is linked up with the total liberation of the African continent," said Nkrumah that night.
Fifty years on, Ghana remains an uncannily accurate measure of Africa's successes and failures; its ambitions and broken dreams. Beginning a pattern that would repeat itself in other African states, the optimism of independence gave way to unrest, militarism and economic decline. As elsewhere, though, Ghanaians have struggled back, rebuilding their country, renewing their democracy and securing fresh reason to hope. That rise and fall and rise again has given many Ghanaians and many Africans a more realistic understanding of what it will take to develop their continent's fragile fortunes than they had in the first flush of freedom. And it has left them with a deep appreciation of basic principles that others take for granted: stability, democracy, jobs.
This is the story of one family three generations of Ghanaians who have experienced the struggles and triumphs that define Africa's first 50 years. In many ways, the Dehs Kwame, Suzzy and Delight are unremarkable, average. But in their incredible ability to keep mining Africa's most precious resource optimism they are extraordinary. Just like Africa itself.
HOPE AND FRUSTRATION
Linus Kwame Deh was born on the floor of a mud hut. His parents divorced before he reached school age, and it was his father a bricklayer and farmer who raised him. Kwame means Saturday, the day he was born; Linus is his Christian, or colonial name. At school, in the lush hills of the Volta region an area that had originally been colonized by the Germans, but later came under British rule the young Kwame sang God Save the King and saluted the British flag. "That's the training for discipline," remembers Kwame, now 72. Along with discipline, the British brought some measure of modernity to Ghana schools, hospitals but from a young age Kwame sensed that "they would not open up development how we wanted it. They were our colonial masters."
Kwame is sprightly for his age. When I first met him in April last year, he was wearing loose-fitting gold-colored trousers, a gold shirt and a small gold skullcap all made from the same embroidered fabric. He welcomed me into his modest rented home on the eastern edge of Accra, pumping my hand with the energy and strength of a man 20 years younger. The inside walls of his living room were painted electric blue, and a gold vase of plastic flowers sat on the coffee table. There was a small television in the corner, and a telephone that mewed like a cat when someone rang. More than once on my visits in April, and again last August, Kwame repeated an adage that an old schoolteacher of his had used: there is no such thing as African time. "There is no store in the world that sells an African watch or an African clock. We all use the same clock," he told me. "And yet Africans use African time as an excuse. We have to be serious." Overhead, a fan chopped through the humidity. "According to my age," said Kwame as I was leaving at the end of that first visit, "I have to speak the facts."
After leaving school, Kwame trained as a sculptor. Working off a photo supplied by grieving relatives, he would mold the face of a mother or father or child for their gravestone, or craft statues of Mary, Jesus and the saints for the many churches that were springing up across the country. Traveling from village to village, Kwame discovered a curious thing: people in the Volta region were underwhelmed by the idea of independence. Fearing that Ghana's bigger tribes would discriminate against them, many Voltans wanted independence to come in stages, or even the chance to secede altogether. Tribalism, which would later rear its ugly head in places such as Nigeria and Rwanda, was already shaping postcolonial Africa.