I started writing because Black people were invisible on radio, stage or screen and I wanted to make a difference in how we saw ourselves.
Check your credit report, people! You never know what these credit reference agencies may have incorrectly listed against your name or the various addresses where you’ve lived in the recent past.
My Royalist mother would have been smiling down at me from her seat on the right-hand side of God, as the taxi arrived to pick me up to meet the Queen at Buckingham Palace. Today would have been her seventy-third birthday, so I hope she’s still smiling down at me as I write this little missive.
I thought moving to Ghana was a dream come true. But after only a week in the bright and stifling glow, the heat had not been kind. Was I having a nervous breakdown?
On being a “Big Man” in Ghana the trick is to marry early. Give your wife at least two children; a house, and a “home used” 4×4 – and you’re free to roam.
I was having a discussion with one of my regular taxi drivers the other day. We were on the subject of a depreciating Cedi, high levels of government misappropriation of funds and other social ills in Ghana, when he suddenly pointed to a man walking