In the post-natal epoch of the birth of Commonwealth hall in 1957, pioneers of Vandalism sunk precious energy and resources in building a superstructure of prestige for the hall. The resolutions, pronouncements and influence, inked indelibly in annals, had a sweeping and embracing effect on every Tom, Dick and Harry of the university community (University of Ghana ).
This was not because those decisions were forceful but they were simply irresistible “masterplans”. The student body could not allow any Vandal aspirant of any portfolio to slip through their fingers for they would bitterly gnaw their teeth in the aftermath. The rear passport you needed at the time was ‘i am a vandal’ and it will unquestionably dawn on them what you are naturally made of – tough individual of uncompromising disposition who will not substitute their interest with parochialism. That was the super brand equity the ancestors strenuously choreographed; one that was healthy and with which everybody wants to associate.
Several years down the line, that generation is gone for good but the modern crop have seemingly failed woefully to sustain let alone entrench that brand equity built by their forebears. Indeed they are unable to maintain that superstructure and it threatens to crumble in on them. More often than not, Vandals today are seen as trailblazers of nothing but violence, Rambo-style trouble instigators and beaters of ‘gong-gong’ that ‘war-wars’.
Truth Stands is a middlename we have adopted for ourselves and truth be told of that picture out there. Vandals have almost assumed a persona-non grata status in the realm of leadership. People perceive our stance to be radical, forceful and uncivil. That is the impression out there that we must strive to annihilate in unison.
Indeed if modern Vandal City was to be a human being, it can be best described as an anaemic, lanky and bedridden gentleman in the Intensive Care Unit of the University Hospital.
That is a malaise whose Rs we must collectively unearth as Vandals. This opinion piece extends a clarion call to ancient Vandals to come and help steer the ship in the turbulent waves to the anchor to properly reinforce itself for a new voyage. We Vandals today, as we retire to our homes from a long hectic semester must self-reintrospect, mend our ways and right our wrongs. We cannot continuously allow ourselves to be at the receiving end of accusing fingers, disdain and scornful comments. Now is the time!!!!!!
Long Live Commonwealth Hall
Long Live Vandalism
Long Live The Vandal Lens
Abdullah Abdul Matin,