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 went to the office of the Lands Commission some weeks ago to register two plots of land I had recently bought as is a compulsory requirement of Ghanaian Conveyancing Law. But it soon became apparent that the gentleman handling the case would be doing so through his own private company.
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?
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
The Chinese are adept at adapting. See them navigating the markets, streets and tro-tros of Accra in 90 degree heat like true Africans. They’re telling us without uttering a word that they’re here to set down roots at least for a while. Whole families have
Deliverance (1972) is British director John Boorman’s gripping action-adventure about four suburban businessmen on a disastrous weekend’s river-canoeing trip. It ranks as one of my favourite films. I can never tire of seeing it. The horror starts in this clip below. As one of the