One morning this week, at the crossroads on my way to school, where there is always a policeman conducting traffic, there was a mish-mash of cars, doing their own dance. We stood waiting patiently, radio blurting with a cool breeze passing through. We waited. Until the conductor signaled for our car to stop and give… Continue reading

At this time of the year, we welcome the rain and expect more visits. Like a long lost friend we wait to be reacquainted with the cool breeze it brings and value the hope it gives to plants. The season preceding this is dry, unbearably hot and the air is filled with a dusty haze.… Continue reading

Akwaaba- Welcome Back I am excited to be slicing today. In Ghana we say ‘Akwaaba’ which means welcome back. My third year of slicing, this makes me feel so good. The benefits have been extensive. Writing daily, which never happened in my world, but now it comes easily, this appreciated thanks to slicing. I look… Continue reading

As I was growing up in Ghana, West  Africa in the 1970s, we were bombarded with the name Nelson Mandela. To us he was a giant, a colossal figure, who was to redeem his people in South Africa. All we knew was that he was in jail and had been since the early 1960s. For… Continue reading