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On this mid-week holiday the plan was to rest and be revived for school on Thursday. I know I’m exhausted when I fall asleep when watching the 7pm or 8pm news. I came home with a tall to-do list: Write Aunty Sarah’s Tribute Mark my pre and summative assessments Mark the home learning Read a Continue reading

Every 6th March, I share a snippet of Ghana as we celebrate our Independence day. Here is the slice from last year, 2023. This year I’ll write about one of the March Teach write prompts- Kente Cloth. Kente cloth is made by yarn woven on a loom mainly in a town in the Ashanti region Continue reading

Strewn on the table as if discarded books lay open tired pages crumpled pages stained pages with words from long ago childrens’ voices travellers’ voices books kept for others to ‘see’. Walking down the stairs after work yesterday was a worn wooden table holding a number of student created scrap books. Books that they travelled Continue reading

I’d been standing at the arrival hall for about an hour. The Sunday evening arrivals are many, all landing around the same time from Europe, America, Middle East and other parts of Africa. Who knows where the passengers embarked from? Mine was arriving from Germany via Istanbul. I used up the wait time trying to Continue reading

Dotted high above heads were flags, colors of over sixty countries. The parade was touching as patriotic young ones marched confidently behind their individual country’s flag. It portrayed the world as one massive village. Our home country, Ghana, had an outstanding show; Queen mother carried in a palanquin, men on stills brandishing flags, drummers and Continue reading

Walking up the stairs, different feelings flowed. The anxious, the not-so sure and the joyful. After school on Friday they walked up four flights of stairs. This was the first day of our journaling club. A question I overheard was, “How can we write for an hour?” I pretended I had not heard that. This Continue reading

This morning I felt different. As I was thinking about writing my slice I had many thoughts going on. I planned to write a beautiful slice about friendship, from a visit yesterday but decided to wait for another idea. I kept thinking as I want my slices this month to be about my day, this Continue reading

We climbed up three floors to get to the top. The concrete stairs were dusty and had no banisters, instead the sides of the stairs were used as narrow stalls for imported products, mainly cosmetics and hair products. At each stall, a collection of products were piled high, sometimes showcased in a glass faced cabinet. Continue reading

A wild breeze zooming around my ears A whir circling beside me Humming lightly to remind me it’s there Blinds blocking the pitch dark A leaf from my notebook slapping against my laptop Sometimes slapping against another The top of my desk strewn with all sorts of stationery My Bible beckoning Books many books some Continue reading

Inspired by Clare Walker Leslie’s Book, The Curious Nature Guide, I wrote this from the chapter, “Begin Where You Are.” Early morning birds chirping Reminds me of my youth When the birds were in the city One a-plenty The crow, cawing The pigeons cooing Talking to each other Perhaps Was that a croak? I wonder Continue reading