Musings

"Will a mere mortal rob God? Yet you rob me. "But you ask, 'How are we robbing you?' "In tithes and offerings. – Malachi 3:8 You must each decide in your heart how much to give. And don't give reluctantly or in response to pressure.…

Dear Broken Heart, How is it you are still beating? I marvel at your strength. To endure such a blow and to choose to carry on...My; that that is a testament to your tenacity indeed. I suppose you’ve been here before though. You’ve had a…

Note: For the benefit of full disclosure, I think I should tell the reader than I am a Black female posing this question. I don’t want anyone who stumbles upon this piece to think that it’s some form of White Supremacist propaganda. Now that we’ve…

I feel like I’ve discussed this before, but here goes again... Fresh off the heels of my conversation with Wiyaala I contacted my BFFFL, Nana Darkoa, who is as all who are even vaguely acquainted with her the consummate feminist. I gave her the highlights…

I just got one of those calls that set my britches on fire. You know the ones that have you seeing red and looking at your own partner/spouse with a side eye, daring him or her to "try that mess if they want to"? Yeah.…

When I was an elementary school student at Soul Clinic International School, a stout, fair-skinned woman was ushered into my sixth grade classroom and introduced. Her name was Madame Naomisi. “This is your new French teacher,” the Headmistress told us. She then went on to…

“Ghana was ‘green’ long before there was a Green Movement.” That’s one of the expressions my Green friends and I have often smugly repeated to one another. Our pride is in a Ghana that just 30 years ago was so verdant and eco-responsible, it put…

Question: Would you buy a can of Pepsi from someone who looked like this? Really think about it, so we can talk about it. It’s no secret that I am an unabashed fan of Lupita Nyong’o. She literally burst from obscurity to superstardom overnight. I’m…

I feel strange writing this piece today. It’s been four days since Komla Dumor’s passing, and in this Western society in which I’m firmly planted, I’m supposed to be over the shock by now. But I’m not. When someone of importance dies, we talk about…