So it's Sunday and I woke up thinking about the vegetables I bought yesterday and the steamed goat meat waiting to be cooked with love.
Then I remembered I had no oil. To get some oil or not. That was the question. But you all know how Sunday hunger is like.
Ain't nobody got time for that.Read More
Or rather Ghana? Because I am pretty sure we have heard enough stories across the continent to know unnecessary police force is widespread epidemic.
I remember the first time I saw a man being beaten up by police. I was about 13. My mother had dragged me from bed at 6:30 am to sweep our compound. Of course, I had my usual scowl on and I was muttering about how “not very dirty” the place was. I looked up to see this man walking slowing past our house, his hands in his pockets as he walked leisurely on the quiet street at such an early hour. It was clear to see he had nowhere specific to go and odder was the fact that he had no shoes on.Read More