Sunday, February 17, 2019

How We Chopped Down Gandhi’s Statue at the University of Ghana

NTOABOMA -- Before I left home, my great grandmother called me into her living room. “Remember what you’ve been taught by that table,” as she...

The Farmer and the Lion

On a sweltering hot day in the jungle, a day the sun prevailed and the thermostats burst, a lion perched in the shade under...

Love On The Banks Of The Nile

‘Tahir!’ I called out his name. I know he is gone forever. I stood on the banks of the Blue Nile starring into the...

The Old Man And The Public Latrine

He lived across from the public latrine that was for many the sole comfort of exercising the call of nature. He was now a...

Make It Yourselves – A New Era In African Entrepreneurship

NTOABOMA -- Ingenuity was never lacking, not among the young boys I grew to know and admire. I was four. My first toy was...

The Day The Music Stopped

I was in the sixth form. St Augustine’s College was fifty years old. The celebration was going to be the biggest ever in the...

The Bishop’s Candlesticks

Author’s Note – Though similar events happened in the St Augustine’s College, the story and characters in this book are all a product of...

Femininity: The Supreme Gift of Motherhood

NTOABOMA—I was seven, meandering through the thick of the sacred grounds in Ntoaboma—the sacred forest of rituals. It was situated at the edge of...

Of Jets, Armed Robbers and Accident Victims

I must admit that when I heard Ghana was going to purchase some military planes, I was quite happy about the news. And why...

In Asante, Even The Trees Cry

The cool African mist poured its teary drops over the soft black skin of the gentle slopes of Kumawu when Nana Kwame Poku woke...