The Silent IGP
They gave us talkers, loud and lean,
Who ruled from screens, not from the scene.
They sold us slogans, cheap and bright,
Then left the Service to the night.
But You came different—soft of voice,
A man who made the stubborn choice:
Less for the camera, more for the deed,
The hunted ghost, the wanted seed.
Christian Tetteh Yohuno, hear—
The nation turns to bless you here.
You found the force upon its knees,
Demoralized by broken pleas.
Promotions frozen, justice slow,
The good men had no place to go.
You spoke no sermon, swore no vow—
You simply raised the standard. Now,
The criminals who laughed for years
Are swallowed by their own worst fears.
Intelligence became your sword,
And every net brought its reward.
The Black Maria rolls the street—
A rolling drum, a marching beat.
Not for show, but for the chase,
For law returned to every place.
And in the barracks, in the bones,
A song of hope now overthrows
The ghost of leaders lost in pride—
Because You stood on the inside.
You mended morale with merit's hands,
And freed promotions from the sands.
Oh, praise the man of fewer words,
Whose action flies above the herds.
IGP Yohuno, bold and true—
The force was dead, and quickened you.
The saviour Ghana prayed to find—
A leader with a servant's mind.
So let no future chief forget:
You paid the price, you cleared the debt.
Not fame, not farm, not fried kaleewale—
But justice rising, strong and hale.
Christian Tetteh Yohuno, ride—
The nation walks now at your side.
God sent you late, but not in vain—
You broke the silence, broke the chain.
Hail the IGP who dared to act.
Hail the leader of the pact.
Hail the man who made us proud—
Yohuno of the thundercloud.