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After the killing of Chalie Hebdo journalists in France, I heard many Ghanaian journalists ask: what have we learned from these killings? My answer was simple. Nothing! How secure are our media houses? I could only answer this one with a question: is the country itself secure? I gave these answers because, as a country we have failed countless times to learn from our own mistakes. How are we expected to learn from the mistakes others? Infallibility is part of human nature. We make mistakes sometimes but the good part is that we learn from them and move on. But that is not so in the case with Ghana. Ghana turns 58 this year and she would have been preparing to go on retirement if she was a human being. But what do we see?  She rather keeps retrogressing instead of progressing. How then can she retire? What will her children (Ghanaians) eat if she retires? What advice will she give to her children? Ghana doesn’t seem to learn from her past mistakes and I think th...

Yes I do, and before you chastise me and bombard me with insults, hear why I hate my mother. She did some good things but I still hate her for those things she did to me. She would rush from her office to my school anytime I got sick at school. I don’t remember ever going to school without food in my lunch box. She always made sure I had my inhaler in my school bag. She organized parties for me on my birthday each year. Each time I refused to eat before bed, she would make sure there was some ‘koko’ (porridge), bread or biscuits in the house. How can I ever forget the hug she gave me each time I run back to her after fighting with my friends and how she could fan me till I fell asleep each time the lights went off. I spent most of my time with her, the only time I had with my dad was the time we spent together in his car to and from school. My dad also took me out on weekends when he returned from his business trips but I realized that I couldn’t open up to him like I did with ...

When I read the first part of this article online, I was disappointed in my ‘sister’ for not telling me she was going to share our whole life online. But on a second thought I forgave her because I knew she did it to help others who still think like I used to. I thought of supporting her good course by scripting the second part. It was our last year and last semester and I had chosen to do a free elective that semester so I had to attend a lecture that morning. Not long after I left did I call Asiedua. My mother, whose birthday was coming up that weekend, was returning from a business trip that morning. We were still planning her surprise party and my father was supposed to pick her up from the Airport that morning. “Asiedua”! – I called out her name in a soft shaky voice when she said hello. “Offy what’s up – what is it – is everything okay”? She asked as she sensed some kind of fright in my voice. “I’m at Korle Bu. Can you call your parents please”? I replied. “Is ever...