Everything atop seems supreme Many pant to climb to mountain tops And jubilate as winners in the end Many eyes look up to the sky in reverence or solicitation Even though legs mate the earth So why do you sleep naked on this Ghanaian floor Regarded as the pauper of the nation? II From Yaa […]
Oh stone angel! Born in the palm of heaven With coolness and serenity As servants and companions Beautiful abodes As her eyes’ bonafied properties Healthy trees dancing on mountain tops Her protectors and breath givers Like a free bird She was born to fly in dancing Watching the rivers snake happily down her feet As […]
The Bureau of Ghana Languages, Tamale, held a lecture on the importance of the use of the local language in Tamale at the Tamale Senior High School Auditorium. The lecture which was scheduled from 3pm to 5pm took off around 3:55pm on November 20, 2015 and was a huge success. The speakers for the occasion, […]
Now these tricycles are everywhere in Tamale. Only few have number plates in front, none at the rear. One can see this driver is under age.
After the old Aboabo market was closed down by authorities, they moved into the middle of the road. Anything can happen to cause a disaster here. The security can’t say they have not seen this. The Aboabo Shea Market still under construction.
These pictures were taken within a span of 20 minutes from Sagnerigu to the main branch of the Ghana Commercial Bank. Just look through and see how many of these motors have number plates.
It is a fact that culture is heavily dependent on language. If we lose our language which is a core part of our identity, then we lose our culture. Language must not be taken for granted neither must it be heavily adulterated. Some countries like Korea, China, Russia but to mention a few, have been […]
It’s all coming back Raining like stones being intentionally thrown From the heavens by our maker When he burned my arms As those in green passed Those in brown relaxed And those in white hid II His tears caught no attention His hurts struck no sympathy chord but mine My tears flowed like fountains Going […]
They sit like wrinkled elders Staring into their coffins Mouths whose hands steer shout “Sagnerigu! Dungu! Kpalsi!” II A look at their bodies And hearts feel their failing heartbeats Bodies need to beware Lest their bones cut for revenge For their peeled skins On their tired chairs Show their shy nakedness But backs care not […]
It is dry It is dry here So the creator made it fair By planting shea The market reeks of dawadawa While children sit under heated sun Their sad faces attracting trade for their parents There is that taxi meandering here There is that taxi going there The motor cycles and bicycles battle pedestrains Tomatoes, […]
Heating in this sun baked oven But staying has its prospects Mma Asana Waakye won’t give legs to run Mma Nasiba bra soup has ingredients of addictive paralysis It’s taste of ‘dawadawa’ has the powers of letting everyone stay No matter how much this oven burns Yaaaaa, the creator had a great remedy Growing Shea […]