In the wake of Ghana’s disastrous show at World Cup Brazil 2014 I’ve had to ask myself why I even try to clutch on to a Ghanaian identity. Yes, I was born in Ghana, to Ghanaian parents, and hold a Ghanaian passport. No, that does not automatically make me Ghanaian as I have learnt throughout […]
The Sounds of Nature
Sitting on my porch listening to the sounds of nature. The symphony of various bird species chirps. I don’t know my birds nor their calls but I want to. There’s that scarlet red one there. I really would like to know what it is. My thoughts are interrupted by a thud as a a squirrel […]
Where are the Nigerian Schoolgirls?
It has been two weeks since around 230 schoolgirls were kidnapped from their boarding school in northern Nigeria by a militant Islamic group known as Boko Haram which claims ties to Al Qaeda. Boko Haram roughly means “non-Islamic education is a sin” in Hausa and was founded in 2002 to uphold sharia law. Their early […]
Abandoned in the US
Tomorrow, my mother and sisters are going to board a plane to Ghana and leave me all alone in the United States of America. Abandoned seems to be the perfect word to describe what I feel. True enough, I was extended the invite as well months ago but for several reasons, none of which I […]
Censored by Al Jazeera America
When we arrived in the United States twenty years ago, it did not take long for my father, a diplomat who can watch the news from morning to night with an occasional break for a sporting event and sometimes a movie, to find PBS. We would watch the garbage of network news fooled by their […]
Brunch with the Mother
It’s my sister M’sa’s birthday. The plan is for brunch in the city (NYC) and ice-skating. It’s frigidly cold and if the meteorologists are correct, it will be the first significant snow day of the year. I have just driven a few hours from my home to join the birthday party prior to departure. To […]
A Promise to Self
Dear Body, Forgive me for being so reckless. For the past year, I have neglected you. I have pumped empty calories inside you and expected you to perform. I have robbed you of necessary rest and hydration. No wonder then, that you have been so sluggish. Last week, I stupidly jump-started you with back-to-back Body […]
The Neighbourhood Watch
I recently moved. Yippee! I now rent the ground floor of a grand craftsman style house. I have a front porch, a large garden and a basement. I simply can’t wait until the weather is warm again to begin planting. That’s right, I can’t wait. I already have dreams of the cold-tolerant banana plants, elephant’s […]
The battle of the bulge
As I sit in a lovely apartment in lively Leidseplein chomping down on a BiFi XXL that I plan to follow with a chaser of Fanta Lemon and Mcvities Ginger Nuts (now even more gingery), I am reminded of two recent observations of Americans and food. In this instance, I am forced to include myself […]
Bulldog – The Game!
Writing the previous post on my first baseball game conjured up fond memories of playing rounders as a British school child in West Berlin in the 1980s. Soon followed the memories of kiss-chase and most fond of all bulldog! Bulldog was THE GAME. Come recess, the large rectangular asphalt yard at The Havel School was […]
A lover of mangoes. A woman - smart, without pretense, lefthanded, Afropolitan - navigating this thing called life. An unapologetic believer in social justice and karma. Choosing to radiate positive energy and be true to myself. Here, my musings.