GIFTS

Long and narrow Strewn with the most delicate natural looking artificial flowers Planted in wooden window boxes that matched the table, perfectly Lined in the middle of the long fourteen-seater table We sat facing each other, like we did in our boarding school dining hall This seemed rather strange but welcoming We could sit anywhere… Continue reading

  Through the gloomy Dusk we knew He would be here. The sound Of the wind Alerted us The cool breeze Was well received Drops that Hit the window Greeted us The trees swaying Welcoming the rain The tear stained glass Shared the arrival Signs of The visitor’s Appearance.   Continue reading

I attended the most vibrant and culture rich event to celebrate Ghana’s sixty second Independence day yesterday to watch my niece perform and was really impressed by the organization at the inclusive event. The school organized an event that celebrated the identify of who the individual students are. There was a sense of pride and… Continue reading

Our local flight to Kumasi, takes only forty minutes from Accra. This flight was definitely smoother than the previous one, my sister and I took about a month ago. That flight scared the life out of us. It brought out the Christians in us all. Some of us prayed quietly digging our nails into our… Continue reading

I am curious about the coconut seller hidden in the middle of nowhere. The first time I noticed him, he had a cart full of coconuts. As carts can be moved I knew he was only stationed under the tree at the edge of the forest, for the morning. Like an ice-cream man he would… Continue reading

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