Today, I’m going to be discussing mental health in Ghana. This is some sort of tag by the blog, The Indian Avaaz and I was happy when Gracie tagged me to do this special post to help create awareness about mental health. Honestly, I know very little about mental health. This is because it is not something that is taken very seriously where I come from. Until you’re walking down the streets screaming and talking to yourself for no reason, you’re fine. Schizophrenia, Social anxiety, depression, ADHD, Multiple Personality Disoder, PTSD, OCDs are things I know very little about. Thanks to the internet and blogging, I’ve learnt quite a lot. But I still don’t think I’m in the right position to say much about Mental Health. I live in a country where some people think it’s okay to say “Who kills herself over a boy?” or “That’s not even serious enough to merit suicide.” or “She jumped from the fourth floor? That’s way cooler than the other girl who just hanged herself.” Continue reading “Suicide is a crime in Ghana! Mental Health Awareness Week”
Hello poetry lovers!
So today I’m continuing my series. Yeah, the one where I share with you poems I studied in school, remember? No?
Okay today’s poem is an African poem! This was written by Jared Angira from Kenya. I honestly like this poem a lot because it literally pours out the frustrations of the African youth against corrupt politicians. If you don’t live in a continent flooded with bad leadership I doubt you’ll understand. Oh yeah, America can relate.
If you love sarcasm, here’s one for you… Continue reading “School Poetry-2: NO COFFIN NO GRAVE By Jared Angira”
If you’re looking for something different when it comes to movies why don’t you try these? I’m not going to talk much about them. I’ll just describe them as briefly as I can and you determine if you’ll like to watch any.
NUMBER ONE: DEADLY VOYAGE
9 young men from Takoradi in Ghana stowaway in Ukranian ship. They are subjected to serious brutalities and only one survives. If you want something to cry about then here’s Deadly Voyage for you. Get submerged in an ocean of emotions with the characters in this movie. Let me give you a reason to cry harder, it’s based on a real life incident. So yes my dear, it all really happened. Continue reading “My favourite old Ghanaian movies”
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I was in class when we heard the news. I was in class with 35 other girls, some of whom had parents in Accra where the incident happened. Now it’s called the June 3rd disaster. Sometimes, being in boarding school can be a pain. We didn’t have access to the news except the bits and pieces we got from the newspapers that come in quite late. Our teachers were our only sources of information at the time. My English teacher showed the whole class pictures of the incident on her phone. We saw the numerous burnt cars which had people in them. We saw the charred bodies of people who were once aunties and uncles. We saw the black distorted Shell filling station with the cars and buses that went to take shelter there. We saw things that made some girls cry. Continue reading “What the June 3rd disaster taught me.”
‘I’m beautiful because Mama says so,’ I exhale staring at the black near-anorexic image in the mirror and tie my braids in a bun. Maybe if I keep repeating that, I’ll eventually believe it. Suddenly, it dawns on me that Kwenin is waiting in the driveway so I hurry up and meet him with a hug, not too tight. He doesn’t stop babbling about Kafui’s new instagram picture. All his comments are like little needles pricking my healing wound. ‘She’s thick and curvy and everything I can’t be,’ I concede. Continue reading “Because being skinny is not any easier”
Okay now everyone has days when things are just going terribly wrong and you feel like you need a break from school, work, home and life. You feel like you need a break from everything, basically. I’m going to give you a list of my top five Ghanaian songs to listen to when you feel like the world needs to end. Continue reading “Sad? 5 Ghanaian songs that will make you feel better.”
Before you read this post, go read my poem God, you love me too, right?
Now that you’ve read the poem, let me go ahead and explain some important things you should know.
I come from Ghana. Ghana is a peaceful Christian country with it’s own beliefs. Let me go deeper for you. Continue reading “God, you love me too, right? ( Follow up post)”
God, do you love me too?
Even though I think wearing clothes above your knee is not a sin
And writing to you on my laptop is better than going to church and not really feeling any connection to you. Continue reading “God, you love me too, right?”
I’m going to show you images from the funeral of the Queen mother of the Asante land. You remember I told you I’m an Akan. I belong to the Akan tribe called Ashanti (corrupted name given to us by the Europeans). Well I can’t be prouder about my culture.
Before I start, know that for Asantes funerals are a big deal! So the burial of the Queen mother herself is an even bigger deal. That’s why four days were set aside for her burial.
Here are some images I would like to share with you.
This is the chief of the Asante kingdom surrounded by his elders. He’s Nana Otumfuor Osei Tutu II. Just so you know, the swords they’re holding are made of pure gold. They’re wearing black because it’s a day of mourning (duhh) but on an ordinary day the Asantehene (Chief of the Asante kingdom) looks more like this
He’s clothed in pure gold and the royal cloth called kente. Continue reading “Pictures you should see☺(Saying goodbye to a royal)”
Well hi if you’re reading this. This is a rant and it’s not going to be pretty.
I’m in one of those moods that make me wonder if Black Africans are stupid or Arabs on the African continent are what my pastor meant when he was referring to the devil. Oh I’m black and I’m entitled to call my race stupid and there’s nothing you can do about it. But don’t you dare call us criminals. Don’t you dare call us apes. Don’t you dare tell us we have to be swept off the earth. (Oh yes,people can actually say that about blacks because of their color). And don’t you even think of calling us stupid. Continue reading “Racism happened.”