The ‘I Walk Alone’ Syndrome

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Jason was born the only child to his parents. Living in a residential area, he didn’t have the childhood experience of hanging out with other kids in his neighborhood. He had enough books and video games to keep him company after school and during the holidays.

His parents rarely invited his cousins over for the holidays; and though relatives came visiting occasionally and vice versa, they didn’t last that long to forge any serious bond. He became the typical ‘mummy’s boy’; spent most of his time with her. She was his friend and confidante.

Due to his reserved nature and his attachment to his mother, he chose not to enroll as a boarding house student at senior high school. He remained a day school student where he hanged around his guy friends after school for a while and then head back home.

After high school, he went to…

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That Time I fell Out of Love With The Black Stars

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Oh how I used to love this era of the Black Stars! To me, they were a bright spot in the generally dark and dreary world that Ghanaians are expert in manoeuvring through… a beacon of hope and love which caused us to (pretend to) cast aside our political, religious, and other differences and unite in support of our nation. They were my darlings, my honey booboos, my “island of reality in an ocean of diarrhoea”… my Blackity Black Stars.

As for most politicians, everyone knows they don’t care about us, and the only symbolism that Ghana evokes in them is a cash cow… so they milk-milk-milk-milk with all their strength, leaving her nipples perpetually raw and sore.
but not my Black Stars, I truly thought they saw the light that out forebears saw…

That light that shone bright inƆsagyefo’s eyes. That light that moved through Theodosia as she crafted…

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TOO MANY BRANCHES

Mum C writes

Too many branches
Are weighing it down
Left, right, up
Around and down
Other trees are branchless
And tall they grow
These branches are heavy
Heavier in vow
Bees, birds, fly
The tree doth sigh

II
Birds sit to chirp
Birds fly to play
Birds build their nest in
Their droppings getting a mapping
As some choral display

III
Snakes snake to hide
Snakes snake to prey
Snakes snake in exercise
To scare birds away
Even rodents try to join
Shuttling in, out and in

IV
Many rush to be shaded
Many climb for fruits
Many scrap its bark
Leaving sores to play
This one tree is in a hustle
And will fall by winds one day
If none sees its hustle
Its fall will cause dismay
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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The Restless Generation?

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Perhaps. I have not been around long enough. But I can compare today to a decade or two ago, and the mindset shift of young people over that period. Usually, I will talk about what I observed when my parents worked. But that may be spreading too wide, considering they enjoyed careers spanning over three decades in banking and healthcare. My first experience with the professional cultural shift came from my dad at the end of 2011. At the start of the previous year, I had returned from graduate school in the UK and settled into my first “real” job. Less than two years later, here I was telling him I was moving to another company. Huh? Just two years? Boy please. But dad, he understands change. When he first joined the banking industry, they had ledgers the size of desks. Everything had to be manually searched for and recorded, in these humongous…

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Ten Exceptional Non-Fiction Writers from Ghana you should read

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Two weeks ago, Gird Centre brought you a list of ten contemporary fiction writers. Through their creativity and brilliance, they have broadened literary spaces, providing variety and quality. Today, we bring you another list of contemporary Ghanaian writers of non-fiction. We believe their contributions to telling the experiences of society, has played an important role in quickening the collective consciousness of Ghanaians. We hope you find a wonderful read from the works of any of the writers below:

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  1. Malaka Grant– Malaka Grant is a Ghanaian-American writer. Rarely does any issue of social relevance escape her notice, especially in relation to gender, African identity, motherhood and sexuality. Malaka gets you to look at issues from several angles; she gives the account people would rather sweep under the rugs. She makes you feel, and laugh, and reject with disgust the injustices that have long been accepted by the Ghanaian as ‘culture’…

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On the Sebitical Stool: KeniKodjoMeetUp and A Reading to Children

Nana A Damoah

18 September 2016

Two events happened this weekend that brought me immense joy and satisfaction. Over the past couple of years, my friend Kofi Akpabli and I have been contributing our bits to the rejuvenation of a reading culture in Ghana, augmenting the efforts of organizations such as the Writers Project of Ghana (WPG holds a book reading at the Goethe Institute on the last Wednesday of every month) and Ghana Association of Writers who hold a fortnightly GAW Sunday event of book reading and poetry plus events on special days such as the upcoming GAWBOFEST which will be holding on 21st September, a holiday. In recent times, I have heard about other initiatives such as the one by Read Ghana, which is focused on providing Community Lead Read Literacy Services for Children in under-served areas in public primary schools, with other children in the community benefit as well. This…

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a tale of two barbers

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We all have that one barber who knows the very contours of our heads. See, with this  barber all we have to do is turn up at the shop. If we like we can fall asleep in front of the mirror and rest assured that the genius with his clippers and razor will give our heads the cut it deserves.

If you like sit there and shake your head like a yo-yo. Dude won’t even mind you. He will just get along with his job. Yep. That is just how good these kind of barbers are. With them you don’t tell them no story. They just do their thing.

Most of us have known such barbers for years and have built a rapport with them.It is not a rare thing to get a call from him asking if everything is alright with you because he hasn’t seen you in…

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