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The Quiet Power of Influence.
How a Pile of Books Led to a Family Standoff. AI Generated Image Today, I have been thinking a lot about change. Perhaps it is because I have been reflecting on how much of life is shaped by transition. Children grow up, families evolve, careers take unexpected turns, and the people we love leave behind memories that continue to shape us long after they are gone. Beyond our personal lives, we…
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What Childhood Cannot Yet Understand
The lessons I once resisted, and the quiet ways they shaped who I became There was a time in my childhood when I was absolutely convinced that my parents were not my real parents. In fact, I had already formed a quiet theory: surely , I was adopted! It was the only logical explanation for how I felt. Looking back now, it sounds almost amusing, but at the time it felt completely real. In my…
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The Quiet Strength of Women
-Reflections for International Women’s Day- Over the years, I’ve often found myself reflecting on how many roles women carry at the same time. Behind every professional title are often many others we hold quietly. Mentor. Sister. Partner. Caregiver. Guide. We navigate competing demands, support others, and continue to lead, build, and create opportunities for those who come after us. This…
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I Survived, Then Had to Learn How to Live
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The Boy Who Didn’t Speak and the Grandmother Who Showed He Could!
AI Generated Image Over the last few weeks, I have found myself reflecting deeply on my work, the people I encounter, and how easily society misjudges value. In human resources(HR), I work with people every day. I help leaders make decisions, support employees, settle issues, and build trust. But nothing I’ve done professionally has shaped my understanding of people as powerfully as what I…
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The Woman Who Carried Me When I Couldn’t Carry Myself
October always makes me reflect. Beyond breast cancer and mental health awareness, it’s about strength, vulnerability, and the women who carried me through one of life’s defining seasons. This isn’t just about motherhood; it’s about love, care, and survival. My 82-year-old grandmother, with her gentle spirit, was the anchor that kept me afloat as a new mother, wife, and working woman facing…
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My Grandma, the Cane, and the Case of the Swapped Beds!👵😂
Have you ever pulled off a scheme so perfectly brilliant that the punishment turned into the funniest family story? My grandmother, Adjoa Okorewaa, was the kind of woman whose love for learning had no expiry date. Even at ninety-two, she would read, write, and study with a level of focus that could humble anyone. She believed that learning was a lifelong process and that every day was an…
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My Grandmother Lies Down to Sleep By: Adobea Adja-Codjoe
Beneath the quiet of the heavens, my grandmother rests,The towering odum has fallen—its majesty still lingers.Deep roots entwined with earth’s history,Her branches stretch across realms, offering solace in the unknown. My grandmother lies down to sleep,A celestial being has returned home.Her life was a hymn of peace and harmony,Her gentle voice a psalm of grace,Her heart, a vessel of unblemished…
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The Void That Breathes: One Year Without the Sage Who Taught Me to Write for Truth - Kay Codjoe
My Beloved Grandma, A year has passed, yet the void you left has never shrunk; it has lived with us, breathing into each day. Exactly a year ago, you took your bow from this stage of life, but your work, your labour of love, has blossomed into fruit, and I stand as a living testament. My teacher. My sage. My scribe. My oracle of wisdom. You are missed. You are gone, but you are not forgotten.…
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A Home, A Heart and Legacy of Impact
AI-generated image. Some stories are more than just memories; they are testaments to a legacy that shapes who we are. Lately, I’ve found mys
In my generation, childhood wasn’t just a period of growth; it was a time of deliberate shaping. The goal of nurturing was to shape children