Once upon a time, some dogs died. The young man left to take care of his master’s house locked the gate and disappeared. But he left the dogs.
It is raining again and I am thinking of seasons. And change. A month ago, thanks to the North Eastern Trade Winds blowing across the vast Sahara Desert (can’t resist a bit of Geography) we were roasting under the dry and dusty spell of the Harmattan winds.
Where do you feel the most pressure?
This Independence Day, like all others, prompts me to don my philosophical hat. Take a cursory look at the continent of Africa and you’ll see that there… Read more “This Independence Day”
Here we go again. It’s been a long few months of intense dryness. Whether it’s due to the effects of El Nino or Climate Change, every Ghanaian… Read more “The Rain Series I: After the Rain”