JB Danquah-Adu’s wife narrates how the head of the CID unit sexually hassled her

Ivy Heward-Mills, the wife of the late MP for Akim Abuakwa North, Joseph Boakye (JB) Danquah-Adu, has narrated the frustrations she has had to go through in the hands of the Criminal Investigation Department (CID) of the Ghana Police Service who are investigating the gruesome murder of her husband.

According to her, in her quest to get justice five years after her husband was murdered, some security personnel sought to take advantage of her.

Much more worrying is the sexual advances made on her by some investigators handling her husband’s situation when she was summoned to the Police Headquarters on countless occasions.

“I have been summoned to the Police HQ on countless occasions and subjected to what I would casually describe as ‘the demonstration of scrubbing a new twisted with Himalayan stone salt’ and topped up with a million and one questions including, to my stun, a joyous ‘so madam do you wear waist dots?’ in a meeting room populated by a men-only CID group who maybe thought it was their birthright to get familiar with what’s in each lady’s clothing!” Ivy Heward-Mills related in an emotional piece marking five years of the murder of her husband.

She continued: “And if you think that’s inappropriate, attempt that Sunday morning when one of those men; a man at the helm of investigating my husband’s murder, thought it is sensible to summon the sheer unadorned temerity, call me and reveal to me how beautiful/attractive he thinks I am and give me reasons why I should wed him; an all around married man. Yes, he had the audacity… and this was the head of a certain significant unit at the CID… and I should believe that they did a great work? May God forgive him.”

Ivy Heward-Mills added that thirty-six months after JB’s murder, Ghana, the country her husband filled in as a MP, is still playing “Ludo” and “Oware” or maybe “chacha” with the matter.

“Among then and now, I have been badgering and threatened by family, citizens and police alike. I have had jesters amongst his peers call me names and cast aspersions at me; maybe out of dread of their own dull shadows! I have had true spokespersons, aided by media houses, slandering me. I have had his townsfolk attack my family and me,” her post peruses further.

Murder of JB Danquah Adu

The late J.B Danquah-Adu was wounded to death on February 9, 2016, at his Shiashie residence in Accra.

Daniel Asiedu, who was the prime suspect, was captured two days after the incident. One other person, Vincent Bosso, was likewise captured later in connection with the killing.

Daniel Asiedu and Vincent Bosso, have been accused of murder and abetment for the murder of the late MP.

Asiedu had earlier said that he went to the MP’s home to take yet wound up killing him in self-protection.

He in this way withdrew these claims and stated that he had gone with the intention of killing the legislator.

For as far back as five years, the case is still being arraigned in court.

Peruse underneath the emotional post of Ivy Heward-Mills:

Precisely five years ago today, my husband, Joseph Boakye Danquah Adu, who was the Akim Abuakwa North MP; DIDN’T DIE. He was fiercely assassinated in primitive Tudor fashion. Three years on, there’s neither a sign of justice for him nor for my children and me.

Jo Cox, MP, was likewise fiercely assassinated by shooting and stabbing in London on June 16, 2016; four months after JB. Prior to the furthest limit of November, Thomas Mair, her assailant had been tried and sentenced to life imprisonment. Obviously, it didn’t bring her back however I wager my last Pesewa that it provided her family a certain measure of a sense of finality and relief from their grief. They can go to rest each night knowing that the country she served had served her too by giving her justice. They can describe or recount the story of her life with a conclusion. It took five months. FIVE MONTHS, for the British police and judiciary, to do right by their MP. I’m afraid that’s undeniably beyond what I can say for Ghana.

Thirty-six months after JB’s murder, Ghana is still playing “Ludo” and “Oware” or maybe “chacha” with the matter. Among then and now, I have been irritated and threatened by family, citizens and police alike. I have had jesters amongst his peers call me names and cast aspersions at me; maybe out of dread of their own dull shadows! I have had true spokespersons, aided by media houses, slandering me. I have had his townsfolk attack my family and me.

I have been summoned to the Police HQ on countless occasions and subjected to what I would casually describe as “the demonstration of scrubbing a new twisted with Himalayan stone salt” and topped up with a million and one questions including, to my stun, a joyful “so madam do you wear waist dots?” in a meeting room populated by a men-only CID group who maybe thought it was their birthright to get familiar with what’s in each lady’s clothing!

And if you think that’s inappropriate, attempt that Sunday morning when one of those men; a man at the helm of investigating my husband’s murder, thought it sensible to gather the sheer unadorned temerity, call me and disclose to me how beautiful/hot he thinks I am and give me reasons why I should wed him; a generally married man. Yes, he had the audacity… and this was the head of a certain significant unit at the CID… and I should believe that they did a great work? May God forgive him.

It took five months for Jo Cox’s assailant to be apprehended, arraigned and convicted. three years ago, the Ghanaian police guaranteed me they will apprehend the murderer ASAP. Within three days, they had done precisely that and given me expect justice. Thirty-six months later… (three awful years and more than seven times the quantity of months the UK took to determine the instance of Jo Cox’s murder,) we are still watching “comedies” (previews) and the “cine” (movie/show) is yet to begin.

I woke up a couple of moments ago with a cocktail of emotions-outrage, hurt, reestablished grief with a topping of billows of disappointment. However, an abrupt wind of quiet is by all accounts blowing over me. It’s nearly like the universe were whispering “unwind, Ivy; unwind… ” After a petition, a glass of water and a couple of full breaths, I picked up my phone to catch up on emails and beneath is the content of the first email I opened:

“For my contemplations are not your considerations, neither are your ways my methodologies,” declares the LORD. (Isaiah 55:8)

“Be still within the sight of the Lord, and wait patiently for him to act.” (Psalm 37:7)

God is in no rush. We will in general think that if God is truly drawn in, He will change things within the following hour or somewhere in the vicinity. Certainly by twilight. Totally by the week’s end. However, God is not a captive to the human clock. Compared to crafted by mankind, He is extremely deliberate and painfully lethargic. As religion writer George Herbert wisely wrote, “God’s mill grinds moderate, yet sure.”

It’s all making sense now… that feeling of quiet was indeed the universe saying “unwind, Ivy; unwind… ” I take the statements as a message to my children and I; and I give the commentary to the individuals who deemed it fit to take a life that is not their own. A life that they did not create. A life that they can’t supplant.

Continue to rest in our creator’s chest, Kofi; continue to be a guardian holy messenger watching over your three girls. and forgive them… them that stole all you had. Them that stole your life…

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