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xiv                   INTRODUCTION
             The only cloth we produced was hand-woven kente,  traditional
             and  exclusive.  We  were  without  most  of  the  raw  materials
             necessary  to  industrial  production.  Though  there  had  been
             geological  surveys  of our  sub-soil,  we  were  unaware  whether
             these  materials  existed  or  not,  as  the  reports  had  been
             scrupulously  withheld.  We  were  reliant  upon  the  outside
             world,  and  more  particularly  upon  the  United  Kingdom,  for
             practically everything we used in our daily life.
               Among our roads were those called ‘political roads’,  the old,
             worn  and  sometimes  untarred  colonial  roads.  There  were  also
             the  new  roads,  built  since  1951,  when  my  Party entered  upon
             government. There was Takoradi harbour and the new harbour
             and port under construction at Tema. We had a telegraph and
             telephone system. We had an efficient administrative machine,
             but one adjusted to the needs of colonial rule and decidedly not
             the  most  suitable  for  the  new  requirements  of  independent
             statehood.
               As  a  heritage,  it  was  stark  and  daunting,  and  seemed  to  be
             summed  up  in  the  symbolic  bareness  which  met  me  and  my
             colleagues when we officially moved into Ghristiansborg Castle,
             formerly  the  official residence  of the  British governor.  M aking
             our tour through room after room, we were struck by the general
             emptiness. Except for an occasional piece of furniture, there was
             absolutely nothing to indicate that only a few days before people
             had  lived  and worked  there.  Not  a  rag,  not  a  book  was  to  be
             found; not a piece of paper; not a single reminder that for very
             m any  years  the  colonial  administration  had  had  its  centre
             there.
               T hat  complete  denudation  seemed  like  a  line  drawn  across
             our  continuity.  It  was  as  though  there  had  been  a  definite
             intention to cut off all links between the past and present which
             could help us in finding our bearings.  It was a covert reminder
             that, having ourselves rejected that past, it was for us to make our
             future  alone.  In  a  way  it  hinged  with  some  of our  experience
             since  we  had  taken  office  in  1951.  From  time  to  time  we  had
             found  gaps  in  the  records,  connecting  links  missing  here  and
             there which made it difficult for us to get a full picture of certain
             im portant matters. There were times when we had an inkling of
             m aterial withheld,  of files that had strayed,  of reports  that had
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