I saw a GTV news item in which a woman who was arrested for openly defecating behind the Cape Coast Castle some time last year, looked (and sounded) offended.

I know of a Minister of State whose daughter lost her voter ID after the last election and has vowed not to renew it. Reason? She politely asked the dad: “What’s there to vote for?”

It was Kwaw Ansah’s reply to Graphic Showbiz editor’s note of scepticism that arrested my attention. “M’ewuraba” (my lady), he said, “in our long struggle, we have never been this way before; never come this far.”

In Ghana today, no matter what my crimes are, I cannot be prosecuted; nay, even be invited to answer questions.

President Nana Addo Dankwa Akufo-Addo will be remembered for one thing: being unapologetically Christian. I remember the copious biblical references in his acceptance speech at his residence on victory night. Even his first budget was a veiled promise to feed 27 million Ghanaians with “five loaves and two fishes.”

There is no country in the world whose citizen go to bed every day on full stomachs. Not even almighty America, United Kingdom (UK) or China, from whom we beg for and receive loans and grants. They, too, have stories of how some of their citizens battle hunger on a daily basis.

Who has, since September 2019, been in any doubt about the final outcome of what William Shakespeare would have described in 1599 as Much Ado About?

Dear readers, I need help. I need someone to confirm or deny information I have, that in 1961 or thereabouts, Kwame Nkrumah (in Ghana’s fresh days as a Republic) went to the aid of South Korea with a cash bail-out.

On November 27, 2013, the Prime Minister of Latvia, Valdis Dombrovskis, resigned because the roof of a supermarket collapsed killing 54 people. He said he took political and moral responsibility. That, to me, was “culture” in action: his action reflected the society’s norm.

Below, I am going to commit a sin in mass communication – the production of mass of text in a single sentence or paragraph. They call it semantic noise. Here we go.

My two best Presidents: Paul Kagame, the President of Rwanda and Croatia’s President, Kolinda Grabar-Kitarovi.

In August this year, Nigeria shut its borders with all its neighbours, Republic of Benin, Niger and Cameroun. This is not the first time an African country is closing its borders to their neighbours.

Next Saturday at the National Theatre, a scheme that awards promises to grow into the mother of all awards in Ghana— namely the Osagyefo Kwame Nkrumah African Genius Awards— will be held. One journalist who witnessed the maiden edition three years ago described it as “second in weight only after the National Honours given out by the Head of State”.

Do you seem, over the last few months, unable to fight off a certain fear that violence is about to break out before this year’s elections and that the situation might degenerate into civil war after December 7?

The Asaasegps Prophecy.

When a whole Vice-President of a country puts his reputation on the line and declares a Ghanaian product the best in the world, that can be pretty dicey; but that is what Dr Bawumia did. In 2017, when so-called experts and NGOs swooped down on Vokacom Ghana Limited like vultures upon a hapless prey, it was his voice that caused many Ghanaians to sit up.

I am not a publicist for the NPP government, and by my nature, I hate propaganda, but I would have thought that the panacea for tax dodging and motorists’ crimes is the digital addressing system.

The dreaded pandemic means many things to many people. For me, the picture of Black Cuban doctors arriving in Italy in response to an SOS from this European country of white men and women, was a moment of triumph for the Negro Race.