The Importance Of Fear
Fear is frowned upon, but we need a measure of it. Without fear of death, you’d jaywalk across a busy street without looking left or right.
Entries by Fiifi Dzansi
The Teacher Who Made Me
My secondary school days were sort of miserable in the beginning. I was at the bottom of the class in most subjects. There was no wind in my academic sails…
Firstborns
Your first business is liable to failure because it’s your experiment…
The Black Star
A star is a celestial body that shines at night. There’re billions of them. With tinny glittering lights, they pierce through the dark clouds far away.
The Slave
A depressed slave dumps himself on the floor at the Corridor Of No Return at Ussher Fort in Accra.
So, where are you now?
The way we greet in Ghana can sometimes make one feel edgy. We don’t only say hiya, but we ask how you and your household are doing, including your pets.
Working In Haste
Several construction works are ongoing across the country in this time of year. You’d see Labourers either patching potholes, scraping out shallow gutters or spreading thin layers of asphalt on neighbourhood roads.
It happens every four years for an apparent reason. Promises made years ago are now getting their fulfillment. Possibly, funds for such projects arrived late or more urgent challenges needed addressing. Whatever the reasons, these projects tend to become shoddy and would be desperately in need of repairs a couple of years later.
We Need To Collaborate
In Senior Secondary School, I fell in love with butterflies. Their patterns, colours and the way they breezed delicately through the air, filled me with awe.
Butterflies inspired many of my designs, so much that I became the best in my Textiles Design class.
Effective Communication – Stop Screaming At Your Audience
Our preachers are screaming their heads off on podiums in church and on the streets.
Our politicians are screaming their unrealistic promises on radio, TV and social media.
We are all screaming, fighting to be heard first. It all culminates into a clangour of voices that crowd out great ideas.
Rawlings – You Couldn’t Ignore The Man
He was the president when I was growing up. Once in a while, he and his convoy drove through the village. And we lined the streets chanting his name. Some of us kids barely had any shirt on. With sheeny little tummies bulging out like baseballs, we squealed and waved till we almost lost our voice.