Note: Fictitious persona. What Was Never Mine It's easy to rush into things without properly examining the consequences. That is not to say that I regret my actions. It is always a great pleasure to watch my genius walk in through the door with his laptop bag, set it down and give me a tired smile… Continue reading What Was Never Mine
In IB, there’s this thing called CAS, which stands for Creativity, Action and Service. Explaining it in detail is tedious, especially since that is not the goal of this particular post, so go to ibo.org or something. I’ll just say here that in essence, what it is is community service in an attempt to better… Continue reading This Thing Ghanaians Call Education
(Recommended by Akua Kwakwa 🙂 ) There are storybooks, and then there are novels. Books take you through them and tell you the story they have planned for you. You finish them, they either satisfy or dissatisfy you, either way, probably achieving their purpose, and you, as a reader, may walk away. But a novel… Continue reading My Thoughts: The Shadow of the Wind
(I was inspired to write this partly by something Orhan Pamuk wrote, which Sharon Darko showed me.) Why I Write One of the things I aspire to be most is a writer. I hope I already am. I don’t consider myself simply a person who knows how to use the English language. That wouldn’t be… Continue reading Why I Write
I love this.
“There’s a song in heaven called the Symphony of Light” – Robert BD.
Here’s what people think. They think music is words and a beat. They think it’s entertainment in the form of pleasure-consuming sounds.
Here’s what they don’t know…
They don’t know that music is a person. A personality who can breathe and feel and see and love and hate.
The drumbeats are music’s heartbeat
The piano are his nerves
The violins are his breath
The lyrics are his life
The duration is his adventure
Over the years music has revolutionized to become what he is now. He began his walk from heaven, in whose hands the Angels caressed and in whom God revealed his eternal glory.
Through music, God thought of human beings. To make one of his own kind – who could be like him. Knowing there was nothing more infinite than what he felt, he sent…
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They selected him in a closed meeting and announced to the rest of the team that they had selected the person to represent the team in the student election.
John Robertson was chewing on a chicken thigh at the team meeting when he heard it.
“And the representative for the Progressive Change Movement Team, is John Krachie Roberston.”
Cheers broke out. The noise in the room was pure excitement and enthusiasm.
John almost choked on his chicken. Then he laughed. Kekelie was always pulling something like this. He was about to make an obscene gesture at the mic stand when he saw Mrs. deGraft, the team patron looking right at him from the stand. This wasn’t a joke.
He walked up to her and started, “Ma’am there must be some mistake, I didn’t apply…”
“Just say thank you, and follow me to the board room.”
He stuttered through the two…
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