We live in a country where people daily flaunt obscene unexplained wealth, with no one questioning. As one drives around in affluent areas, there are mansions springing up everywhere; mansions that are not obviously the results of labour.
In the introduction to an almost 4minutes feature film for Efiɛ Gallery, Isshaq Ismail, a multidisciplinary artist, filmmaker, sat on a coffee table, his right leg on top of the left, and his two hands locked below the knee of the left leg.
I was one of a few journalists selected to attend a recent press conference at the U.S. Embassy in Accra. Our guest was Anne Witkowsky, the Assistant Secretary of State, Bureau of Conflict and Stabilisation Operations. She was on a two-day visit to Ghana.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.