Some weeks ago, a 50 kilogram bag of cement fell on my big toe. It narrowly missed my entire foot. Needless to say, I was in pain hell for the next 30 seconds.
So I have been thinking… thinking about all the little baby boys and girls born outside Ghana – mostly in the United States and the United Kingdom. Those babies that mothers and fathers carefully calculate for them to be born outside the birth countries of their mothers and fathers.
Dear Writer’s Block, It’s not you, it’s me.
I haven’t said anything about the Ghana elections. Up until now, that is. Perhaps it’s because I’ve already cast my vote… with my prayers. What is left… Read more “Vote, because it’s 2016”
King Henry VIII of England, after a visit to his subjects sometimes left a trail of poverty because of the expectations that the king’s visit demanded, expectations… Read more “The Visit”
Even though as a country we like free things- like being in the Tigo Tribe and things like that- many of us do know that nothing is… Read more “It’s FREE!!”
What is in a name? North, south, east, west, wherever you go, names are important, sometimes sacred. In primary school, you could get into trouble for writing someone’s name with a red “biro”
As a story-writer (I don’t tell stories very well) I tend to anticipate actions and reactions and will usually have unconsciously worked out the endings to movies,… Read more “In her Head”
I’m loving this weather. Totally.