When one talks about young Africans using smartphones, the dominant narrative is that these gadgets serve mostly as platforms for connection so that users can communicate and share greetings and information via text and images.
As one awaited the dawn of this millennium, I recall the numerous unsolicited promises that suddenly invaded our space. The year 2000 and beyond perhaps seemed too far away in our ears and so politicians and other leaders used it to stagnate their social promises.
Teenage Pregnancy and high poverty rate are the main barriers of young girls in acquiring higher levels of education in Odumprala, a community in the Ga South District of the Greater Accra Region.
People are saying that the only reason why persons like you and I want to come into ‘power’ is to enrich ourselves, our friends, and our families. People are saying we are all alike and only have our self-interest at heart.
I tell a story about a friend of mine who became a First Lady. I am not sure I should mention her name, so, let’s say she was a First Lady in an African country. A week after the inauguration ceremony at which she became First Lady, she went to her village to have a meeting with the group of women she had been helping for much of her life.
Embattled businessman and philanthropist, Alhaji Seidu Agongo, has written an emotional article on the collapsed Heritage Bank Limited after news broke Thursday, September 6 that the bank’s assets were due to be auctioned.
I stopped worrying long ago about whether you can celebrate the anniversary of an unpleasant event or not. I no longer even agonise about whether I mark or celebrate an anniversary. Everything becomes a celebration in the end.
In 1997, we set out to invest and develop “the People’s Bankâ€. After nine years of planning, preparation and interactions with the Bank of Ghana, First National Savings & Loans Company Limited was granted a license to open for business in May 2006.
It might well be my age, but I realise that quite often what I see in some of these videos that the media people unleash on us is different from what they are meant to show.
Last week, I made a promise. I am keeping to it. The rule I have imposed on myself is to avoid writing on subjects when they are up for discussion on this platform.
You see a male fowl? (I don’t want to mention its real name so that you start insulting me). When a male cock, ooo, sorry a male chicken wants to have fun with ‘his wife’, he doesn’t just go like that; he finds a very sexy way of opening one wing in a stylish fashion and then approaches the hen like a car that has lost alignment.
Kaiser, as he is affectionately called graduated with First Class Honors in Communication Studies, Public Relations option, and won The Most Promising PR Student Award at the 13th Congregation of the Ghana Institute of Journalism last Saturday, 27 July 2019.
On July 24, 2019, the National Media Commission (NMC) delivered its ruling on the complaint filed by the government against the Multimedia Group, following the latter’s production and broadcast of a documentary titled “Militia in the Heart of the Nation.â€
Hailed once as the “jewel of Africa" for it ecstatic view and scenery is a southern landlocked country, Zimbabwe, embodied with the largest waterfall in the world, Victoria falls, it has the largest man-made lake in the world, Kariba and interesting wildlife in national parks as Hwange and Mana pools. With it natural beauty the country deserves its place under the sun.
I went to Legon in 1999 desiring to become a lawyer, ultimately. I left Legon with this dream though undergraduate law was halted about this time. But my Literature-in-English teacher, Seidu, advised it would be great to start the journey picking courses in the humanities including Classics and English.
The National Media Commission [NMC] has denied the government’s demand for an “order for the retraction and apology to the Government of Ghana on the contents†of the militia documentary.
I did not have an appointment. And my name did not ring a bell. I did not have the fame that would open doors on an impromptu visit. All I had was an idea. And wavering confidence, the kind of confidence that would not impress the most sympathetic panel of job interviewers. But I sat in a bus and headed for Cape Coast. To Wesley Girls’ Senior High School.
Dear Irene Yaa Frimpomaa Sasu, I write to you from a future I am not happy and proud of living in, and I hope this letter guides you at least to forge a better future than I currently find myself in for yourself.
