Jerry John Rawlings writes: THE IMMORALITY OF INTERNATIONAL POLITICS. 

 The world has witnessed yet another display of the military might of the United States with the missile strikes on Syrian targets a few days ago.The United States justified its strikes because it believed the Assad regime was behind a chemical weapons attack on opposition strongholds in Syria last week. The action of the United... Continue Reading →

#MyPlaylist: INRODUCING KAYLA STARKS’ “THE CROWN”.

In 2015 Kayla Starks entered my playlist. It was the perfect timing; a time when I was honestly hungry for some really good lyricism. Kayla proved to be the right talent I was yearning for. This American high school graduate at the time was God sent. 2017 is here, and she still easily remains a... Continue Reading →

ALL ROADS LEAD TO “RED HOT MAMAS” TONIGHT!!!

Budding theatre production house, IV Productions is ready to set the ball rolling tonight. The stage play titled RED HOT MAMAS runs from today Thursday 23rd Feb through Saturday 25th Feb at the Efua T. Sutherland Drama Studio, Legon Campus, at 7pm each night. Written by David Christner and directed by Wonder Anibra, the delightful... Continue Reading →

#MyPlaylist. INTRODUCING: ELEVATION WORSHIP

The music is just timeless. It’s the kind that will still possess today’s freshness decades to come; still edifying the body of Christ. It’s worship so good, angels are jealous.

LOST RIBS, SOUL MATES, AND FINDING “THE ONE”.

“Soul mates” would be a nice touch to a fairy tale rather than reality. This kind of thinking screams Hollywood! It’s actually beautiful to think of everyone as having a soul mate. It makes people feel happy and fulfilled in some weird way but it ends there. It’s not reality.

It’s still on!

SCENE 1 EXT. PARKING LOT - I.V TOWERS Vrooom! A black Lamborghini pulls up. Cut to number plate. Plate inscription : "In Jesus' name" In slow motion. Bismark Osei and his alter ego Nhemy, step out wearing black leather jackets and sunglasses in Will Smith - M.I.B fashion. Camera flashes from a dozen paparazzis. Reporters... Continue Reading →

Dirges in Harmattan

I washed, dried and laid my bed. All in 10 minutes. That's a perk amidst a fog of dissatisfaction. But I know for sure, I lust after warmth, I miss July dawns. When there was dew, no dust, tank tops and unabused lips for "good mornings" Here and now, we dine in North Easterly Trade... Continue Reading →

Misfit I am

It's not about fame; I could be its victim. It's not about getting a bigger name; though I'm the next big thing. I'm not about being a star; a means  to stand out. No.  Being on God's side is odd enough  I'm odd to the world - my personal paparazzi. I do stand out.  I'm... Continue Reading →

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