
The Ripples
He stood at the riverbank, stone in hand. Behind him: a woman who loved him. Ahead: a path to power. Both could not be his. The stone was small, ordinary. Yet when he released it, the water did not simply…
He stood at the riverbank, stone in hand. Behind him: a woman who loved him. Ahead: a path to power. Both could not be his. The stone was small, ordinary. Yet when he released it, the water did not simply…
There’s a sound you can always trust to fill a trotro, echo in offices, or headline a radio call-in show. It’s not gospel music or football commentary – it’s complaints. It’s like the easiest conversation starter between Ghanaians. It’s how…
In Ghana, it’s common to hear the phrase, “This is how we do things here.” It’s said with a smile, sometimes a shrug, but often it’s a cover, a shield used to defend habits that are neither efficient nor helpful….
Walk down any street in Accra or Kumasi, I mean anywhere really and you’ll see it. A flying black polythene bag, an empty yoghurt sachet dumped in a gutter, a pure water sachet, orange or banana left overs tossed over…
Words are not just sounds. They are spells. Every word we speak has the power to shape reality, to build or to break. Many ancient traditions understood this sacred truth, and modern science is catching up. But perhaps nowhere is…