Recently, in Language and Literature class, we began to learn about the progression of mass media communication, which led also to a discussion on yellow journalism. Yellow journalism is basically tinted pure journalism (duh. Hence the yellowing). Newspapers became less serious, so to speak. Rather than being grave and professional, journalism became humorous and sensational. […]Read More My Grandfather Was a Yellow Journalist Rascal
Let’s not pretend like I know where I’m going in life; I don’t. But the course of my academic life certainly suggests I do – falsely, of course. My Higher Level courses: Geography, Math, Physics. My Standard Level courses: French, Language and Literature, Information Technology in a Global Society. You can totally see where I’m […]Read More My Future Is A Melange of False Certainty and Certain Dreams.
How much sense does it make To suffocate at the hands of an enemy Who claims to love you More than your own life? The irony. As if it was ever theirs to love! There is no kind of adoration That ignores the pleading cries of, “I’m dying inside!” All for the sake of a […]Read More Direction
Sigh. You miss all the good things when you’re in school. It seems as though my grandfather is not the only one in the house who forms blog-worthy stories in his daily life. This happened a few weeks ago, and this one involves my dad William Delali Ofori Snr, and my brother, William Delali Ofori […]Read More Not all dairy be Dairy.
Grandpa was not an innocent boy in school. This is one of many shenanigans, soon to be released, now in his retirement, when nobody can catch him. LOL. I thought this particular one would be better if written from the perspective of my grandfather, Charles Seth Ofori. I never quite understood what it was that […]Read More Perfect Prefect Shenanigans
This is a true story, told to me by the one, the only, **drumroll** Charles Seth Ofori. When Grandpa Charles was a little boy in Vakpo, there was a certain delicacy that almost all in the village were familiar with: locusts. (Darling, don’t scrunch your face up in disgust; my mother confirms that they are […]Read More The Price of Insect Pleasure
I could be so much more than I am now. There are so many abilities I possess and could have cultivated by now – but I haven’t. Why? Because of this vicious cycle of stagnancy in my life that can actually be summarised in three words: lack of time. The cycle is like this: Get […]Read More The Vicious Cycle of Stagnancy in My Life