The mind of poet often orbits around the earth, gathering particles of words into the subconscious mind and when it has finally rested, unpack them; a mixture of good and bad words, and like a farmer separating the harvested wheat from the chaff, combs through the mind and once convinced about the appropriate words, put them forward as art.
I have unfinished business on the subject of Free SHS and I apologise for the no-show last week. We were on the subject of whether in the light of economic difficulties, parents shouldn’t be made to carry some of the burden of the Free SHS/TVET.
INSIDE the foyer of AGBAZO WE, a prominent FAMILY HOUSE famed for the selection of Chief Fishermen for Lakple, Lower Prampram landing beach, the Chief Fisherman, Nene Sorsey Quarshie, patiently sat in a plastic chair in readiness to welcome a group of students from Furman University, South Carolina, United States of America.
In the BBC's series of letters from African journalists, Ghanaian Elizabeth Ohene considers the call of Uganda's President Yoweri Museveni for people to eat the humble cassava as the price of wheat soars around the world.
A day after Arsenal lost to Spurs in the return fixture in the English Premier League, my now ten-month-old son, Jack, as usual, woke up around 4:20am ready to play.
I am not sure I can work out which part of the Free SHS it is that seems to rile up some people quite so much. I don’t think there is any argument that we all agree that the shortest route to achieving our development goals is to get an educated workforce, an educated population.
Long before there was Ghana, Achimota Forest was a sanctuary in which certain economic activities and despoilment were banned, and runaway slaves mingled anonymously among the sacred groves secure from recapture. It was the ultimate “retreat” from the sometimes-terrifying normality of war and politics.
Recently when commercial bus drivers and commuters were squabbling over the exact fare to charge, following an increase in fares by driver unions, I jumped into an Abeka Lapaz bound trotro from the Accra Mall junction.
I don’t think there is a Ghanaian above 10 who does not know, or has not known since mid-December 2021 that John Dramani Mahama will contest the 2024 elections, and I would if I were him.
THREE years ago, on a flight from Accra to Tamale, I bumped into a young British couple that had been traveling around Ghana for about two months. Dean Rogers and his wife, in their early 30s, were scouting around for opportunities before deciding if settling in Ghana was the right thing to do.
Context matters. That’s why Elizabeth Ohene decided to take on her former employers for producing what, in her view, was a poor programme on Ghana’s deteriorating press freedom. She accused the BBC of not providing context.
How do you explain why two people—let’s say a man and his wife—who start a chat over a simple matter, soon get so worked up that the husband pulls a gun from a bedroom drawer and shoots his beloved dead?
For many weeks this year, Ghanaian experts, talkers and prognosticators have been warning of famine ahead. One of the causes, we are told, is lack of fertiliser.
When Elvis Kwashie, General Manager of Joy Brands and my former editor at JoyFm passed, Sabukie Osabutey posted an image of him on her twitter page with the following caption: Rest in Power Elvis! Thank you for everything #TheRealBoss.
The deaths of more than 100 people following an explosion at an illegal oil refinery in southern Nigeria has thrown a spotlight on the lucrative world of illicit refining, which the BBC's Mayeni Jones and Josephine Casserly have been investigating.
On the VERY day my father died, in February, I was on my way to the beach with my two boys, nieces and nephews, to soak the breeze and surf. I love to surf.
For many holiday revellers, Easter is a period to wind down and make merry. In fact, for the five days of the period beginning from Holy Thursday to Easter Monday, a cocktail of activities take place across the country, especially at Kwahu in the Eastern Region and many parts of the Volta Region.
On a rather quiet Monday night at home, the sound of a neighbour’s scooter sliced through the calm environment and drove nearby dogs into a state of panic and relentless barking.
I completed the Ghana Institute of Journalism (GIJ) in June 2010. I had gone to journalism school after secondary school. Prior to that, I hadn’t received any training in journalism.
I do not pretend to understand what a meme is and as for something called nft, non-fungible-token, I confess freely that whatever it is, I raise up my hand to indicate it is way beyond me.
Two weeks before the claws of covid gripped the throat of Ghana’s tourism sector, Joe Charway, 32, sat on the edge of his anchored canoe in Ada, running me through his business plans.
Suddenly, I find I am hesitating at doing what should be normal, regular and instinctive. Last Saturday, I went to visit Sena and Akua, my favourite nephew and niece who had been away in boarding school and I hadn’t seen for quite a while.
Ghanaian gossip merchants were on Monday called from their brief hiatus to assemble on social media pages especially Facebook for a major assignment, thanks to Chris Rock receiving a hefty slap from Will Smith, at the 94th edition of the Oscars.
