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“HEWERS OF WOOD, AND CARRIERS OF WATER”: THE “SIMILITUDE OF DONKEYS CARRYING BOOKS”

On Friday morning, I reflected on a series of trending issues. It was obvious to me that without the new normal, Muslims worldwide would be preparing for the Jumu’a (Friday) prayers in the afternoon, in accordance with, dare I say, a Quranic injunction? As things stand, the COVID19 pandemic would have things otherwise.You see, as a Muslim myself, I have been trained since childhood to know,…

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Rescuing Ghana’s Economy: Mahama’s 24 hour policy - a game changer

It may seem so simple. It may not appear daunting. It may even be dismissed by some as a mere campaign promise. But make no mistake. Operating a 24 hour economy in Ghana is far from sloganeering. The ‘24 hour economy’ policy is a game changer. There is simply no way around it. Vice President Dr Bawumia’s claims that the 24 hour economy is already being operated is an admission that the policy…

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THE TELLER TALES: Be Encouraged

Once, I printed and signed my deferral letter, enveloped and tucked in the right pocket of my trousers. I wore a striped official shirt, one of my finest then, over the black pair of trousers... The only times I had paid my fees,..

Countless times I never did Most times I reached the finish line With broad smiles in rejoice Not because I won But because I successfully completed Another exhausting journey. All along, I am yet to see an end. All I keep seeing are starting points At every finish line. My story doesn’t begin here. It continues with the beginning Of this chapter Once I printed my deferral letter Enveloped and…

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Primus Semper Aurora: Ameenu Shardow’s journey with Ghana Football.

About a decade ago, we met around the Madina Post Office every Saturday morning.Anyone who knows him, would attest to the fact that there was never a shortage of passion and commitment in his interactions. Anything he talked about, he did, so passionately. However, he had a passion – football. And if Shardow as we called him back in school was passionate about other issues, you can imagine the…

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Welcome Home: The Nima I Know

By:Khayrat Abdallah Suraka & ijahra larry chibara Inset: Co-author Khayrat Abdallah Suraka at a Success Book Club gathering in Nima Being a real estate agent must be quite tasking on the mind. Otherwise, I see no better way to describe having to recommend a space within a neighborhood befitting enough for another to call home. It is understandable, when you get paid for this. However, when…

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Night's Sons Within Pale Veil

Night’s Sons Within Pale Veil

:Forbes

O son of night, Gasping for oxygen; Pressed in oppression.

“I can’t breathe ” “I can’t breathe ” But, I won’t weep

For by no fault of yours Have you earned disdain.

Your hatred for this hate Cultivated in you By the pale veil Of a white world Blotted by darkness Is as justified As your dark skin That draws the ire From your oppressor.

This immoral system That stole you away From your…

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“HEWERS OF WOOD, AND CARRIERS OF WATER”: THE “SIMILITUDE OF DONKEYS CARRYING BOOKS”

Justice Tanko during Vetting

On Friday morning, I reflected on a series of trending issues. It was obvious to me that without the new normal, Muslims worldwide would be preparing for the Jumu’a (Friday) prayers in the afternoon, in accordance with, dare I say, a Quranic injunction? As things stand, the COVID19 pandemic would have things otherwise.

You see, as a Muslim, I have been trained…

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Tale of a biting fridge

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“Aje fridge nan yaa chijey ni”

It was the first and only time I learned that a refrigerator had animate capability. The extent to which it bit my brother Kudos remains a secret only he can reveal.

The events leading to the infamous bite from the refrigerator, to the best of my knowledge have gone extinct – ‘Ajaa wando! jaa…

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IYD Holds Zongo Youth Policy Dialogue in Cape Coast

IYD Team members and volunteers pose with some participants at the Cape Coast forum

The Initiative for Youth Development (IYD) has held the Central Regional forum in the series of Zongo Youth Policy Dialogue (ZYPD) across the nation, on February 23, 2020, in Cape Coast.

Participants from various Zongo communities within the Central Region including Cape Coast, Mankesim, Winneba, Saltpond…

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SONA or LATER

Within aid

Looters and sharers Hypocritical in their pursuits Of the right to create, loot and share.

Are you still hopeful? Xale, The rubber stamping won’t stop Just as the stomping from top.

We’ve become too accustomed To living the truest lies Over many years From all these men.

Or do you know a woman?

Who ever addressed our nation At the top left corner Of her letter to God Crying and cursing

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THE FIRST TIME I KISSED A MAN

| Based on a true childhood experience|

“I can’t believe that actually happened to me”, Bala said to his friend, Sule. Sule was getting ready to go to the barbershop for a much-needed trim. And Bala’s memory of that kiss just refused to go away that Saturday morning.

It had grown stronger since the thoughts of it came earlier, while he did his laundry.

The feeling was so good that morning, just…

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Epic ‘Timbuktu By Road’: An extraordinary journey of consciousness on the wings of Pan Africanism and Kuchoko reggae As far as deeply engaging intellectual entertainment goes, none comes close to Blakk Rasta's Timbuktu By Road project.

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LOST CHILD: A Pandora's Box (1/2)

LOST CHILD: A Pandora's Box Alfa Yakubu called Lamisi, as she got ready to join the rest of the girls, and asked her to ...

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    “Wa alaikum Salaam”, Mallam Tanko responded to a young lady’s greetings as he walked to makaranta. He smiled and nodded, as the girl adjusted her baby. “Was she not the student he thought of marrying not long ago?” He whispered to himself, wondering how young Sumayya had become a mother, just a year after dropping out of makaranta. She was 14 years old, and about to…

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LOST CHILD: Mai Koko's Daughter (2/2)

LOST CHILD: Mai Koko’s Daughter (2/2)

Continued…

Lamisi could not believe how he knew that her mother, Bukira, Mai Koko’s daughter was once Alhaji Kotey’s bethrode.

She had to unravel the nonsense behind this unthinkable story, she thought. And find out the real reason Alhaji Kotey was treated specially. She knew she could not ask her mother.

However, she believed she could count on her relationship with Mai Koko, her grandmother to…

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LOST CHILD: Mai Koko’s Daughter

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Flies swarmed the table. Halima had spilled the bowl of sugar. Mai Koko was getting impatient. She had spilled a bowl of porridge earlier. And in an attempt to clean it, she added the sugar to her mess. Not the sweetener her grandmother had hoped for during early hours at work.

Lamisi had quickly run across the street,…

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LOST CHILD: Troubles of Passed Tests And A Failed Future

(This week’s edition of Lost Child is dedicated in honor of Success Book Club at Four Anniversary Celebrations)

Hands on head. That never solved any problems. It signified dejection and regret; two things parents tried their best to avoid, when bringing up their kids.

Lamisi’s mother, Bukira was an extremely strict parent. More so, because two of her older daughters got impregnated, during their…

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LOST CHILD: Secret Misfortune

She had never seen Alidu in the neighborhood, until the first time he called her. “Sister… sister… sister” he yelled as he ran towards her that late afternoon. Alidu had caught her at an opportune moment, one of the rare moments she walked back from the Nima market without her strict mother.

She kept walking, until there was a gentle tap on her shoulder, from behind. He greeted her “good…

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