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I'Ve always loved looking after my hair. You can generally tell where I'm at depending on the state of my hair. My hair was the source of major disputes between my mother and I from childhood. Where she favoured the two bunches (she thought they looked cute and were easier to manage) I preferred'the single bunch on top of my head (you know the one). As a result of this, school mornings were a battleground: a four year- old throwing an almighty tan-trum whilst her mother tries to restraln her, occasionally tapping her on the head with the comb. The reason I preferred the single bunch was not because I thought it was nicer but because I didn't want to stand out. The truth of the matt~r is, when I had two bunches, I was called Mickey Mouse. I detested the niokname because it differentiated me from the rest of !;he little girls (as my bunches didn't drop, they just stood up like big ears) and, even as young as I was, I didn't want to stand out from the crowd, I was so selfconscious about being different. Asl go about the city of Accra I see and meet a lot of people with Mickey Mouse Halt syn-drome: not wanting to stand out from the crowd, Even more than that I see people wanting to conform to a certain type of lifestyle, even when they don't have the means to sustain it. They want to be seen at the best places, wearing the latest designer clothes, hanging with the 'in crowd', I know people who are willing to beg, borrow and steal to keep up appearances .



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How can you be a feminist when the Bible clearly requires that women obey their husbands? Jesus was a feminisl. Where does Ihe Bible say women should obey Iheir husbands. Is that Ihe most important question for feminists? No: it is one of Ihose questions that spring up because everybody's head is full of marriage and obeying men. It's not in my vocabulary How does one approach the_;BiIlle from a feminist perspecfve'? When people hear th word 'feminisl' all kind a I ages come 10 Ihem. For me 'feminist'is someone whogelieves that women are human bymgs and you should Ireat any human being, young or old, man a woman, as a hum being. The iss e is this: anything u read, you rea from where you ~tand, you read from your own ICfus, you read from your own expe ence, you read frJm your own Pla~. enl in Iile. So he perspective fr m w.hiC. . I h look at story will not be e same as how au look at a story. The perspective from which a man will lalk polygamy in Afrid: is not Ihe same s [the way] a woman will. So if I take Bible story, I'm remjing Ihe whole Itf g wilh my mind on Ihe fact Ihat t is is supposed to be a message ffPm a God of love, compassion and'ot justice who wants human being to behave like beings created in his i age. So if I.find a passage that dOesQ_1100k like it has compassion, I as~ yself, "who is wriling Ihis and why?" TIt Bible is a hislorical book; every one 01 those books came from a particular cullure; a particular period in time when they believed this, thai and the other, and wilhin Ihe Bible ilself you have a critique of some of Ihe things Ihat we just quote out of context. So when women start reading the bible with the eyes of women,. sometimes Ihey lind things very different from what Ihey hear preached. Let me just give you one example.

when people are raising funds and they say 'bring your widow's mite'. You go to the Bible and you try 10 find out how Ihis came about, In Ihe chapter before Ihis slory happens, Jesus had been talking to his disciples and he had been telling them: 'You know? The way Ihese Pharisees and Sadducees, and all these big powertul people ... the way they behave lowards widows; how the¥.ehea em out a errpFQ erty and oppress Ihese widows, Ihis is not something thai should be going on in society'. That's the kind of conversation Jesus was initiating with his disciples. The_)ollo mg chapter places em iFl"fhe temple and Ihey are silting close to where people place the collection. They are sitting Ihere and Jesus is watching, GHc10,OOO, GHc20,OOO, GHc50,OOO and then somebody comes in wilh two pesewas and he says, 'you see, you see whall was telling you yesterday. This widow ... that is Ihe only money she has left and she has put in. She has put in more than anybody.' Thai's where Ihe slory ends. Preachers pick this and they say 'kitwa bei enswa. Bring in your widows mile' but no one brings in their widows mile because thai widow was bringing in her last two coins. If I were one of the dlsclples, after Ihat temple service I woulQ.,as Jesu wby..Qid Ihat wOJDiln-d6'ThatT My answer is tliat slie had been brainwashed by the religious system to give, even if she has to borrow to come and give (which some people do). Nobody is asking [how] this oman who has given her last tw coimris-goin t his"i a religion in which every other page of the Old Testament says 'lake care of Ihe Widows and Orphans, take care of Ihe Widows and Orphans.' 11 anyone were laking car this widow, would she ha~ 0 cents left? Now Ihat is what It eans to read Ihe Bible from a minist perspeclive. You question, au imagine; you look at people lives, you look al your own life and t en you say, what does this mean. I did this Bible study wilh a group

herein Ghana at the end of which three women were so impressed and one of them said to me, "Auntie Mercy, I have really been thinking. We haven1 been giving enough to the church." How do you Ihink I felt? "Oh my God,. I have wasted my time .. ." So who is a feminist theologian?

A feminist Iheologian is a woman who .... listens to the kind of God , e talking about. The kind of God who loves and is compassionate and wan s-hurnan beings to thrive. But a theologian is a theologian. You're not a theologian because you went 10 a Bible bool or seminary. You're a theologia~because you want 10 crilically 100~1 your religion d ask yourseft wna ls my religion doi g in the community what is my Ilt!igion doing to me, 't'hat are the ethical principles ~ming out of t is religion and are we doing it ·ght?' Theology is huge subject [ ilh]lols of branc~s so most peC1ple who call them elves feminist tl1eologians are p pie with doctorates. Quile a lot of th~m are profess} s just like the me are.


There Is a growing wave of African Christian clergy using the Bible to justify discrimination, hatred, and women's Jontinued i equality. Does the Bible itself justify this? Or is i just abuse of the Bible for poliUcal ends? I think it's abu' (ecause the Bible is not mono .~.~~ you read it from the pers~ctive I hav~ st outlined, ther is no Vjj1 you can stand somewhe~..and say 'God wants women to be oppressed'. It's not possible. The scripture is misquoted and used to justify this because there are sixty-six books in there and each one has its ow history. There are links runni !l through them. Ancient thea ogians like Luther say the thread that goes through the Bible is the love of God and any passage that doesn't make me feeHil<e you have to honour other hu~an being - deal with hem as human beings, talk to them kindly, respect heir humanily - is not Chrislian. They are simply using it for their own ends.

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With our rising global profile, not only are Ghanaians getting more recognition abroad, but we are

also receiving several visitors of note. Here are but a few guests who have recently sampled our Ghanaian hospitality.

Smooth jazz veteran Kenny G touched down to serenade guests at the UNDP's Millennium Ball, with an audience that included Hollywood actress Angelina Jolie and world-renowned economist, Jeffrey Sachs who - lor some strange reason - was described by sections of the Ghanaian press as being Jolie's manager.

Grammy award-winning singer Jason Mraz was here with 'Free the Slaves', a nonprofit organization working to free children trapped in the fishing industry. Mraz is best known for his five-times platinum single, 'I'm Yours', which was on the US Billboard chart for 76 weeks, beating a previous reoord held by LeAnn Rimes' for her popular single, 'How Do I Live'.

One of Africa's greatest ever songbirds, Yvonne Chaka Chaka, was the special guest of the African Women's Development Fund, who recently oelebrated their 10th anniversary. Yvonne needs no introduction to Ghanaians, who still dance to her old hits including 'Umqombothi' and 'Every Woman Needs a Man'. Also spotted at the same dinner was another legend of music, Jimmy Cliff.

1.How would you describe what you do to someone complete.ly unfamiliar with it? I am and artist and designer. I am best known for drawing people, often large scale in abandoned or public spaces ..I try to make simple images with character,power and depth. I always try to consider the context of my work and produce honest images of things that I see around me or things I have experienced. 2. African parents often push artistic children into non-artistic professions. How supportive are your parents of what you do? My Father supports my alternative lifestyle. He dances to his own drum beat and showed me 18 that ve.rtical growth is nothing without horizontal

growth. The world is yours and that is the legacy I want to leave for my seed .I'm not so sure my mum really gets what I do though. LOL. 3. How did you begin your craft? I started painting in the street in 1985. Later I decided to get a formal art education and then combined all that I had learned to create what it is that I do today. 4. How far afield has your wor.k taken you? In recent years I have been fortunate to have travelled to Germany, France, Spain, Italy, Czech Republic, Brazil, South Africa, Kenya, Ireland, Scotland, Mexico, United Arab Emirates and Jamaica.



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One night in September, it seemed every Ghanaian with a television was glued to their screen in shock as they watched secretlyfilmed footage of the mistreatment of orphan children in the Osu Children'sr!ome. The documentary by awardwinning investigative super-journalist, Anas Aremeyaw Anas, depicted a profoundly depressing picture of a system of neglect and abuse at the Horne, all the more appalling because at the centre of the story were not just children, but orphans: quite possibly society's most neglected group. Public reaction was swift. People called for the immediate dismissal of anyone and everyone from the staff and management of the Children's Home, all the way up to the Minister of Employment and Social Welfare, E.T. Mensah. The Honourable Minister appeared on-air - defensive at first - saying Anas should have brought the tapes to the authorities first. His position did not however wash with Ghanaians and very quickly, government ordered a full investigation into the revelations. Last month, the committee set up to investigate the affair recommended that the heads of both the Osu Childrens Home and the Osu Remand Home be reassigned, claiming that it had found evidence to indict the pair for dereliction of duty. Government has indicated that it will fully implement the recommendations of the Committee in the hope of addressing the problems facing the two homes and this is where the matter currently lies. It is however the hope of the Dust team that Ghanaians will not let this issue lie.

This is not the first time that Ghana has heard about the neglect of children in homes. Sadly, we doubt this will be the last time either. Homes such as these are not the only places in which children are let down by society. Sometimes the neglect and abuse happens in our neighbours homes. In our own homes. In school. At church ... We would like to appeal for all Ghanaians to be more consciously Ghanaian towards their fellow citizens, especially the most disadvantaged. As you celebrate the New Year, this year: Make time to go online or pick up the phone and find out a little bit more about those less fortunate than you. Find out how and to whom you can give - money, time, .. whatever else - and GIVE. Form a relationship - if only one - with someone less advantaged than you Don't turn your eyes away when you see the wrong thing happening. Tell the police, report it to a sensible media house.


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Contrary to popular expectation, the President did not compose the Commission of NDC cronies but of people from all political shades and persuasions. Possibly the least-funded body of its kind ln the world, the Commission is simply populated' by hardworking people commiUed to the task at hand. They have since toured the country, visfling every region; reaching out at the community and district level; giving the opportunity to every Ghanaian to make a submission be it by hand, by mail, email, telephone, even through social networks like Facebook. An exhaustive list of interest groups - from religious bodies, journalists and the private sector, to women's groups and, political parties and everyone in between - have also been consulted.
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made and are currently ,being processed with the people commenting on everything from the President's appointment of District Chief Executives to affirmative action for women and more. The Commission is planning on reaching out to concentrations of Ghanaians elsewhere in the world; the Ghanaians abroad who sent $4.2 billion back home by the middle of 2010.

"To be the leader in the road transport industry in Ghana and the ECOWAS sub-region"

Safety is the hallmark of the STC passenger service as the company utilizes an elite corps of drivers who are well trained and practise defensive driving. Also, as part of its efforts at making its clients, as well as their goods and monies secure, STC buses always have police escorts aboard all night services. Additionally, STC has partnered with an Instant Money Transfer Service to enable business people who by nature of their business have to travel with huge sums of money to lodge with the IMT service and collect on arrival.

"To consistently and profitably deliver safe, comfortable and reliable road transport and allied services, using a highly motivated and competent workforce and state of the art facilities to meet the aspirations of ali." www.stcghana.com

After independence, Ghana soon and sadly sank into an abyss of coups and corruption from which we have only recently started clawing our way out. In 1992, we took a major step forward by rewriting our constitution. Goi.ng into 2012, we will have been governed by that constitution for two decades: the I'ongest time we have lived under any such document. Ghana has matured a lot in twenty years and' Ghanaians have experienced a lot. We have had the chance to observe the Constitution's strengths. We have also seen where it comes up short. Responding to this, President Mills established a Commission to investi.gate what the people of Ghana feel are the strengths and weaknesses of the Constitution and to recommend to government possible changes based on those findings.

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The Constitution is too important a document not to contribute to.
It will govern our lives as well as serving as the blueprint upon which, the nation our children will live in will grow. Fortunately, it's not too late to make a submission. All it takes is a letter to the Constitution Chairman Profesor Albert Fiadjoe asking for an extension of time. Failing that, there will also be a National Conference just before Independence Day in March giving everyone one last chance to contribute and 'besides that, a shortcode (1992) has been set up across all telecom networks for you to send' in your thoughts by

The STC Package Express offers parcel services to all our various destinations. Service options range from hauling heavy, medium and light parcels for corporate institutions, distributors, retailers as well as petty traders and individuals. The Package Express can deliver your parcels conveniently at your doorstep on request. Out School Service is designed such that parents and guardians can send provisions or anything for their wards' upkeep and trust to deliver.

We hope you don1 miss the opportunity to make your thoughts heard. To find out more, visit the Commission's website: http://www.crc.gov.gh

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Don't call it a comeback.
It's been six whole years since hiplife's progenitor - Reggie Rockstone - put an authoritative started stamp on the movement he TV in the late 90s. Yet between

God is great. I took my money and invested it there and it's turned out to the hottest spot in ACCI"a right now. become a kind of tourist attraction: people talk about hiplife, they want the originator's club. It's sort of a Like visiting the Shrine back in
One thing Reggie is very

appearances, cyphers. concerts. big-money billboards and running one of Accra's most popular never left night spots. it's as though he Dust caught up with one of the

open his venue is: 'We some bouJie shOt. People

City's most celebrated residents and asked whether things had changed much since his 2004 album.

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got too many roughnecks respond "what are YOU I get superstars in there. That's me. We all bleed
By the time Dust hits the will be putting upscale the ~,1d~jJ8jjA'~

"Most def. I've seen Mes come. Super talented rappers like Sarkodie. Things that I never really thought would happen with the dialect. There's been an upgrade of the videos. You know? Hiplife has set a platform where you got Jey-Z coming to Ghana ... Rick Ross. Then you have hiplife in politics: artists singing the praises of candidates. There's been a lot of stuff."
Meanwhile, the Oseikrom himself President has

been spreading

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how he spent the endorsement notoriously paid him by a company:

·You've got to pay to get your video shown. How young boy who barely has money to the studio have 10 to 15 million pay for a video that is content for your station. How do you Justify that? That's really unfair. "
The situation creates a slippery slope for young artists: "The artist becomes bent on

making quick money. He has to play the part of the star. So they end up making all kinds of crap music because they think that's what people like. ~

it goes "she on crack right?H and he goes "all the time ... I had to take 'em back to A Tribe Called Quest. If you hear it and you know your hiphop you 11 get it. D-Black wrote his best verse ever. H

"I needed a song that would be cheeky on the album, something with some underlying sexual tension, so we wrote about the derrierre. I wanted to move with the times but without doing a crunk song. I heard this beat and thought, 'this is in-between'. At the time, my homeboy Qkyeame Kwame was also recording his song, Woso' so I called him up and said "man, when you shoot your video, as soon as you finish, whatever you're wearing in your video, just wear that and come into my video». It will be like he jumped from his video into mine. Phamous People like that song and they've promised to shoot me a video. Daddy "The beat was originally given to a big American rapper who turned it down. When I got it, I thought "This is a stadium type beat. It hit me to write something protound. So I said why don't I write something for 1[IY 1(1 • I'm not miSffii tommorrow so if I drop dead they can go "this is wh(!) your da (J, was. - At the same time it's a big up good fathers, bebause not all a us are deadbeats. You can listen to the lyrics and actually hearth it's written for kinfolk. H


a.I:-wr~'"". It's so haunting. It was originally supposed to he wasn't coming so I changed it. It's U~J!!WtfU.)ji.liirn...{mr:atJSe I know that when he hears that joint, he '1/

So what's up with the ubiquitous cocoa pod featured both on Rockstone's Office

is based in New York and very poetically symbolizes hip-hop coming

is one of Ghana's best Mes. Period. Born and raised in Accra, he started taking music seriously in 2005. He moved to Minneapolis as a teenager and started. rapping in high school. Two years later, his criUcallyacclaimed debut manifestations. saw him voted Songwriter of the Year by Minneapolis-based newspaper, City Pages, who described him as an artist who possesses ''the kind of assured, joyful, ruminative voice that made Mos Oef into Hollywood's favorite conscious-rap star". Since then, influential website Allhiphop.com has named him alongside K'naan as one of four African Artists storming the world of hiphop and he has collaborated or shared the stage with Femi Kuti, Damon Albarn (Blur/ Gorillaz), Amadou & Miriam, Tony AJlen,.the Noisettes and many more ..
We Rock Long Distance is about m. anifest's music as Ghanaian in the USA and how his grandfather Professor Nketia's work influences what he's doing now: "My grandfather's wo.rk on Ghanaian and African music has been phenomenal. and I look at it like I'm a continuation of his work in a not so different form"


The documentary weaves together m.anifest's sounds and story with that of two other Minneapolis-based hiphop artists - Maria Isa and Tou SaiKo Lee - as they journey home to Ghana, Puerto Rico, and Thailand respectively to create unique and unexpected cross-generational collaborations. The documentary takes its tille from Afrobeat pioneer, Fela Kuti. One of the best-known aspects of Fela's songs were how long they were. Asked about tnls, he responded ul can't stand all that short music. We dance long distance here, so no three-minute music for me." m.anifest's life revolves around long distances: long distance calling cards, connections across oceans via the internet, or speaking words and shaping beats to better elicit where they come from, wherever that might be. In both "How I Used to Be" (which samples Fela) and "Gentleman," (a 21st century update of Fela's classic song of the same name), m.anilest creates new conversations between hip-hop and the music of the Afrobeat icon.




Two years ago, Laban Carrick Hill and Martin Egblewogbe stitched down into the Ghana Poetry Project (GPP) what had become a fun and community meeting of Ghanaian writers and poets. GPP essentially provided a shady spot and of course a few bottles of drink, and then we made paradise with poetry. GPP is now the Writers Project of Ghana (WPG). Certainly, the agenda to fill a void on the Ghanaian literary scene has fattened.

We turn literature Into water and evaporate It through wrIting workshops, poetry recitals, monthly book readlnqs, readIng clubs In schools and a radio program for a constant supply of literary rain, Ehalakasa Tal'kParty SerIes, the tlrstborn ch.ild of WPG, has run consistently for two years at the Nubuke FoundatIon, East Legon. 00 [oln us fortnIghtly on Sundays, 17.00h to 20.00h GMT for a buffet of literary works. Also, tune in to Writers Project on Cltl 97.3fm or listen online at www.citifmonline.com from 20.30h to 21.30h GMT for an hour of literary tidbits every Sunday. Ghana Voices Series, our monthly book reading, provides a platform to explore the synchrony between the literary arts and societal change in Ghana. We host one writer every month at the Goethe institute from 19.00 to 20.00 GMT in a relaxed atmosph.ere, for the reading and lively discussions. As WPG brings together the treasure of our I'iterary heritage on various platforms, we stretch. out our hands to you in growing the literary culture of Ghana. Three things to do, visit our website, www. writersprojectghana.org, listen to Writers Project on Cili for updates and the latest literary offerings, and by all means show up at one of our absolutely delightful literary events. Now, we treat you to the work of two emerging voices on the Ghanaian literary scene: Crystal Tetley and Nana Fredua Agyeman

Crvstal Tettev
is a Spoken word artist whose pieces combine poetry inspired of her experiences within the Ghanaian context and Malagasy folk music - her art is a reflection of her diverse h.eritage (Malagasy Ghanaian parentage). Malagasy music is itself a rich hotchpotch of African, Indonesian, Malaysian, Arabic influences. Further,her fluency in three international languages English, French and Russian gives her accessibility to a wider audience. She is a member of Eha Lakasa, a group of Spoken Word artists whose emphasis is on performing Poetry and Spoken Word for positive social transformation. Some of her published works can be found in 'An anthology of contemporary Ghanaian poems' (Woeli Publishing Services, 2004) and 'Face to face-poems and short stories about a virus' (Goethe Institut, Woeli Publishing Services, 2004) and in "Sun and Snow anthology", Rhythm Found.alionfproject (funds raised ii ~ towards developing the Dlxcove hospital located outside Takoradi in Ghana), 2010. 46

Nana Fredua Agveman
is an Agricultural Economist by profession and a poet and writer by passion. He has been writing poems since 1998. Some of his Haiku poems have been publish.ed in Frogpond, Acorn, The Heron's Nest and at online e-zines such as simplyhaiku. com and Shamrock Haiku Journal. His 'mainstream' poems have been published' at Africaresource.com, One Ghana One Voice, Akwantuo.org, and in Ghana Today International. He has poems in five anthologies from Mensa Press and' the Writers Project of Ghana. He also promotes African Literature-reviewing books, interviewing authors etc-at his blog freduagyeman. blogspot.com. Currently, he works with the Sustainable Tree Crop Program of the International Institute of Tropical, Agriculture.


By Jonathan Dotse
The potholes were set to un-shade as the airplane descended into heavy clouds and out of the blinding glare of the West African sun. The small plane trembled through the haze before breaking out to a panoramic view of the sprawling metropolis. Accra stretched out to bridge the horizons, barely held in check at the southern coastline, where its hyperactive edge threatened to spill over into the Gulf of Guinea. From above, the city seemed without a plan; a vibrant mosaic of infrastructure, haphazardly diced and spliced to make use of every square foot of space. Ramshackle settlements jutted out into the ocean, perched above the water on nests of illegal support structures. 'Answer,' Oela thought in response, and felt a connection opening up within her mind. 'Oelali,' came a thought from across the link. 'It's time for the run. Where are you?' 'I'm at Roundabout,' Dela replied. 'I've been waiting for you.' 'Alright, meet me at the Lounge,' Khadija said, and then cut the connection. Outside the potholes, the landscape was falling away into the distance, gradually becoming enshrouded in a white mist as the aircraft climbed into the clouds, rocking gently with turbulence. The plane broke through the clouds and sailed into a red-stained sky, where the setting sun met the western horizon. The horizon. Dela gazed into the heart of that infinite line, into the point where land didn't quite meet sky, and held her breath as she braced herself for the transition. 'Escape,' Dela thought, and reality came rushing back into her senses. She was suddenly experiencing the lost and disoriented feeling of leaving a virtual reality simulation; the feeling of returning to a forgotten world. It took her a few moments to realize that she was sitting in the shade of a bus stop, squinting into the sunlit street and beginning to remember where she was. Bus conductors yelled out destinations from the windows of slow-moving buses while hawkers weaved between the traffic, advertising the wares that balanced delicately on top of their heads. Several of them were teenage girls, and Delaknew that she could easily have ended up like them; uneducated and selling goods on the streets of the city. Her father had been a fisherman all his life and wanted her to find a job in Accra right after primary against the nape of her neck. She then threw her head back as the display burst into a splash of brilliant colors and music. 'Isis Biocores,' came the voice-over, 'A world awaits you!' Dela crossed onto the Spintex road, walking past a bus station towards the green-themed facade of the gaming center, placed in-between a coffee shop and a business center. Luigi's Lounge was a popular place for teenagers to play virtual games and tournaments, where Oela had first met Khadija a week before. Now Dela found her sitting alone in a dark corner of the Lounge, staring intently at a set of displays across the room, where a young boy was immersed in the pilot seat of a fighter jet. Her concentration was broken when she saw Dela approaching her, and then seemed to be inspecting Dela as she walked over. "So, you want to be a runner," Khadija said, when Dela stood before her. "Of course," Dela replied. 'That's why I'm here." "You know that it's risky business, don't you?" "I can handle risky business," Dela replied as confidently as she could. Khadija shook her head gently and smiled. "You're not in Keta anymore-a," Khadija said,

He certainlv didn't see the sense in PURing a computer inside her head, but her mother insisted on giving her an education, and raised enough money to buy the second-hand biocore implant she used through highschool. She had
school. now come to find work in Accra while she waited for the West African Examinations Council to grade her final exam results, then she could legally install tertiary education software. An entire month in the city had passed without any sign of a job, and now all Dela had was Khadija's shady connection and a single-minded determination not to return home empty-handed. She would do whatever it took to make it in Accra, Dela thought, as she stepped out from under the shade. She wiped the sweat off her forehead as she walked toward the eastern end of the interchange. Virtual displays of various shapes, sizes, and colors hovered around the sidewalk, streaming adverts into the minds of pedestrians, sel.ling everything from designer clothing to antiviral software. One display showed a woman from behind, brushing her hair aside to press a finger

Massive holographic logos hovered above the skvline in a brilliant displavof optics, familiar corporate logos
visible from miles away. Oelaleaned into the pothole, scanning for meaning across the organic pattern of the cityscape, searching for answers to the matters on her mind. She felt an overwhelming sense of calm as she soared far above the blind chaos of the streets, certain that if she remained up here long enough she would eventually find what she was looking for.


'Incoming call from Khadija,' came a message from the Grid.



'lhis is Accra. Here, the police are like eagles: thev have eves and ears all' over the Grid. I've seen too many
people go down for being a little bit careless, so if you want to stay out of jail you have to do exactly as I say. If you know you can't handle this you'd better think escape before we go any further." But Dela wasn't about to change her mind. She had already come too far to turn back. "How much are we talkingT Dela asked. Khadija studied her for a moment and then stood up to stretch, before leading the way out of Luigi's. The evening congestion was backing. up the traffic heading into the Spintex road. Virtual displays followed them, playing commercials as they walked through the stream of pedestrians up the road. "One-fifty," Khadija said, "maybe two hundred cedis." 'That's a lot of money." "Oh, that's not any money. We could bargain for more, depending on how much the data is actually worth. You just wait until I get us a proper job and then I'll show you what money means." Khadija branched off the main road and led Dela through a maze of back alleys until they reached a clearing between the buildings, through which ran set of train tracks. The sun lay low in the sky, casting a pair of long shadows ahead of them as they walked along the tracks, past several industrial buildings until they met a sagging chain-link fence that surrounded an abandoned warehouse. An airplane roared across the sky as a police siren wailed ominously in the distance. They scaled the unsteady fence and ran up to the wall of the warehouse, where a steel-rung ladder ran about twenty meters up to its roof. Dela wasn't comfortable with heights, and

hesitated for a moment before following Khadija up the ladder. She never took her gaze off the concrete wall in front of her until they finally climbed over the edge of the rooftop. A telecommunications mast stood in the center of the rooftop, rising thirty meters into the sky. "Are we going up there?" Dela asked when stood at the base of the structure, not excited about the situation. "That's where we're going," Khadija replied. "But someone could see us up there." "Not if we leave right now," Khadija said. "The only people who come around here are the security guards who patrol this area, and they usually change shifts at six pm. That gives us about ten minutes to get the data and get out of here. Don't worry; it'll be dark in a few minutes, and then we'll have the cover of night. Let's go; we don't have any more time to waste." With that she began climbing up the mast. The entire structure was littered with satellite dishes and radio equipment that they had to avoid as they climbed. Through the empty frame of the mast, she could see as far as Roundabout, the Kotoka International Airport, and beyond; the

just get our hands on it." Khadija managed to remove a panel from the Grid box to reveal a circuit board underneath. She produced a small card from her jacket; a circuit breaker, which she inserted into a slot on the board. The card flashed bright red several times before turning green. 'A new data stream is available,' Dela's biocore informed her. "We're in," Khadija said. "Get inside the stream and search for any files labeled 'Sol Seven.' The search program will find all instances of those files on the networks right now." "What's Sol Seven?" Dela asked. "It's nothing you need to know. Just do your job and get the data." With that, she became completely still as her mind entered the data stream. Dela shifted herse.lf into a comfortable sitting position on a beam, held on tightly to the frame and prepared to follow her friend. 'Enter data stream,' Dela thought, and darkness engulfed her senses shortly before her biocoregenerated a virtual environment in the void around her. She had no physical body inside that world; instead she had the ability to perceive and interact with the many thousands of files that were zipping through the stream. She felt Khadija's presence nearby; a hyperactive avatar generating a furious buzz of electronic activity. 'Locate 'Sol Seven," she thought, and felt a search program stir to .Iife,its electronic sensors scouring the networks for the target. A list of several hundred files began to pile up before her, each one of them with the words 'Sol Seven' embedded somewhere within their code. 'Which of these files should I download?' Dela asked Khadija as the list continued to grow.

Take as many as you can,' Khadija replied. 'We don't have much time, so we'll sort them out later.' 'Download search results to memory,' Dela thought, and another program began to download all the files accumulating before her. 'Escape,' she thought, and was returned to her body, still perched on a beam near the apex of the telecommunications mast. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting its dying rays across the skies, which were now covered with shrieking bats on their nightly hunt. Somewhere in the distance, the evening call to prayer was broadcasting across the audio channels of the local Grid. Khadija's body was propped against the frame of the mast; a serene, rigid shell, while her mind was diving deep inside the data stream. Dela was about to return to the stream when she noticed a light in the darkness below. It took her a few moments to make out the shape of a man holding a flashlight, entering through the gate of the warehouse lot. 'Someone is here,' Dela transmitted to Khadija, whose facial features instantly morphed to life and scanned the environment until she located the threat. "Security guard,." Khadija rasped and then ripped the card out of the Grid box. The two hurriedly worked their way down the mast until they were close enough to jump onto the roof the warehouse. Khadija landed expertly while Dela tumbled across the dusty concrete, and they both sprinted to the edge of the rooftop only in time to meet the flashlight of the security guard at the bottom of the steel-rung ladder. "Stop.!"the security guard yelled,. and began to climb up. "Follow me," Khadija said, grabbing Dela by the arm and running towards the other end of the rooftop. "When we get to the edge,

Accra was unfolding before her eves, an infinite sea of light that began to come alive like a million fireflies waking up from the same dream. "This is a Grid
gleaming towers of Airport City. hub," Khadija explained as she positioned herself to face a rectangular box with a long antenna. Dela gingerly maneuvered closer to Khadija, watching attentively as she pulled a screwdriver out of her jacket and began to take the box apart. 'Thousands of these devices generate the wireless networks that relay information throughout the city; information that could make us rich if we can

you jump!" As they ran towards the end of the rooftop, Dela saw another building next to the warehouse, just beyond a gap that seemed to be growing wider as they got closer. Khadija leaped across the gap without breaking stride, but Dela panicked and froze just as she reached the edge, peering down several meters into pitch darkness. Khadija landed and turned around to find Dela still on the other side of the warehouse. "Delali, you have to jump!" Dela's mind raced as she strugg:led to weigh the chances of losing' her life if she jumped against the chances of going to jail if she stayed. Her frantic thoughts were soon deluged by the deafening roar of an airplane flying low overhead. 'Warning!' Dela's biocore alerted. 'An illegal file download has been initiated ... Warning! System files are being corrupted ... ' 'Disconnect from the Grid,' Dela instructed, trying to stop the situation from turning into a nightmare. 'Disconnecting from the Accra Grid ... Error! Unable to disconnect ... ' 'Disconnect!' Dela insisted. 'Error! Unable to disconnect. ..' "Jump, Delali, Jump!" Khadija shouted. Realizing she had no time and no options, Dela abandoned her biocore's warnings and prepared to jump, backtracking until there was a good distance between herself and the edge. She held her breath and sprinted forward, trying to muster as much courage as she could, knowing without a doubt that her fate was to be decided in the next few moments. She was just about to jump when she faltered short of the edge, feeling her muscles turn to jelly as her body gave way to gravity. 'Virus!' Dela's biocore alerted, but it was already too late. She tumbled onto the ground, feeling nothing but a faint and distant pain, and then lay on her back with her gaze fixed

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When doing it doggy style, I found one didn't want me to do the pounding, just wanted me to stay still so she moved back and forth. Apparently, she could then control the angle and pace and therefore the cum was more intense. Here's one I never could get my head around. It I were a blowjob kind of guy, I would have married her. Her biggest turn on was my reaction when she was giving me a blowjob. That apparently turned her on more than anything else we did in bed. Weird! There was this Nigerian chick loved all positions but only came when she was on her side with one leg up and I came at her from an angle. One trick I find works all the time is to simultaneously tweak both nipples as you go down on your partner. I only go down on women I'm in a committed relationship with so even though I say it's always worked, we're talking about 5 women in total' Woman - 'I have learned to tell my partner what exactly I want I have learned how to do doggie style in a loving way, not a demeaning way. I have 'learned that sometimes it's not all, about me in bed. I have learned to love my body, for all, it's rumples and bumps. love' Woman I have learned my limits in terms of casual sex vs. making

A few weeks ago I became reacquainted with my cousin Boakyewaa Glover when i bumped into her at a bar in Accra. She inviled me to the launch of her book 'Circles' (which I'm tolally engrossed in al the moment), and coincidenlally we were both invited to a radio station the day after her book launched 10 speak on why so many 'accomplished' women are single. We followed up by meeting later for a drink and since we're fans of each other's writing, we decided 10 do a tag post. Check out hltp:llwww.boakyewaaglover.com version of Sexual Lessons. This is mine.
From one ex (ex is a term I am using loosely in this post and includes hook ups, lovers, friends with benefits - in short anyone you have had a sexual experience wrth) I' learnt that sucking on a man's nipples could be a huge turn on (for him). From another I learnt that it is possible to cum, and cum, and cum again (even when you feel like you can't cum anymore) through continuous cunninglus. Then of course there was the one whom I actually managed to have two vaginal orgasms in the course of one night (a vaginal orgasm in my books is rare and a big deal, even though I know it shouldn't). Of course there are some exes Who are not so memorable but this

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Man - 'We called it the bowling ball. Imagine how three fingers hold a bowling baH?? Well, two fingers in her pussy (the first finger after the thumb and the middle finger) then the thumb in her ass. The trick was to rub these fingers together while inside the two different openings' Woman - 'Decided I haven't learnt anything by way of tricks! techniques and I don't mean that in a cocky way. It's been more of me discovering what I like/don't like in the process of being with someone Woman else. Plus my sex life is slow (to put it mildly). - ' I taught them everything they know!!!'

post is not about those types of exes. This post is about those exes who taught you a thing or two where sex is concerned. Those exes that you think about from time to time and wish you could go back in time to (if only for the great sex). Those exes that sometimes you fantasise partner. about when you are having sex with your current

When it comes to sex we all learn something ex (exes). This post is a compilation have learnt from our ex. In response

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'What sexual tips/techniques/lesacns have you taken from an ex? A sexual trick for e.q. that you have learnt? got the following answers ... (I have indicated whether responses were from women or men) Man - 'Okay, here goes nothing. This isn't from one person, its more several exes over the

Now I know my polling sample is tiny but isn't it striking that most at the women haven't discoveredllearnt anything new? If anything women appear to have learnt more about themselves. What are your thoughts? P.S: Do check out

If faatball pitches are the new coliseums, then football players are the new gladiatars. Lave or loathe them, Accra Hearts af Oak are the city's champians. The oldest existing club in Ghana, Hearts ot Oak are celebrating 100 years in the business ot being champions. By the time Ghana develaped a soccer league in 1'956, the club was already 54 years ald. Since then, they have clinched the league title 21 times, matching their great rivals, Asante Kataka ot Kumasi, who. they hawever lead when it comes to. FA Cup titles (9 champi.onships to. Kataka's 8). Pretty impressive far a team that started by practising with a tennis ball until Ackam Duncan, a young man who had seen faatball being played in Saltpand, arrived in Accra, and began training them, becaming their first manager & captain. Never count Hearts out. Big mistake. In the 2008/2009 Glo Premiership season, no.one had high expectations ot the team. They had finished in the middle af the league table the previous season and experts expected lillie more from them. Bay, were they wrong. Halfway through the new season, the team defied their cnncs and gained a massive 14 paint lead, winning match aller match after match, including an autstanding away perfarmance against Asante Kotaka FC at Baba Yara Sparts Stadium in Kumasi. By the second-to-last match, Hearts had somehow last that lead, having 60 been defeated for nine matches in
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a row. Requiring a draw or win to. secure the title, all eyes were an the team during their derby against local rivals, Accra Great Olympics. Luckily, they secured a draw and were handed the Gla Premier Leag.ue trophy follawing their final fixture against Sparting St Mirren FC (which they wan). Highest Hig.h Heart's greatest achievement definitely came in 2000. After an uncanvincing start to.the season, when they last the Agyemang Cup to. Kataka at hame in January and were eliminated in the preliminary stages of the Guinness Gala, they samehaw turned it around and pulled aff a treble, winning the FA Cup, the Premier League and the Canfederatian Of African Faatball (CAF) Champians League. Lowest Ebb The club's lawest paint came a mere year later. May 9, 2001 is a date that will. sadly live in the Ghana's national consciousness far a long time to.came; the day ot Africa's warst faatball tragedy, when 126 pea pie died while watching a match between Hearts ot Oak and their arch-rivals, Asante Kotaka. It all began when the referee allawed a cantroversial gaal in tavour of Hearts ..Asante Kataka fans were incensed at what they perceived to.have been a vialatian ot the affside rule. When they started ripping aut seats, pojce panicked and fired tear gas into. the crowd. Later investigatians revealed that the exits had been locked. In the rush to.escape being choked by the gas, fans trampled each ather, cantributing to.the 126

deaths. Cantroversially, no.one was ever indicted for what happened. Superstar Playe.rs Of the Black Stars team that famausly reached the quarter finals ot the Sauth Africa World Cup five players had worn Hearts jerseys before: Sammy Adjei, Anthany Annan, Stephen Appiah, Laryea Kingstan and Prince Tagae. The team has also. spawned same many other players, same af the mast papular ot wham we list belaw. Gentlemen, Dust salutes you. Ishmael Adda Joe Adda Lawrence Adjei Opaku Afriyie l.ouls Agyemang Mahammed Ahmed Polo. Yaw Amankwah Mireku Justice Kwasi Ampah Sebastian Barnes Kwabena Baafa Bernard Dang Bartey Daniel Caleman Ibrahim Dassey Rabert Faley Eric Gawu Rabert Hammand Tawrick Jibril Samuel Johnson Emmanuel Osei Kuffaur Justice Moare Ablade Margan Jacab Nettey Yaw Preko Daniel Quaye Shamo Quaye Christian Sabah Mahammed Sannie Charles Asampang Taylor Stephen Telleh



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We bandy about words like 'legend' and 'genius' in Ghana without really thinking about whether the we describe as such deserve them. In Mac Tontoh'sil. case however, the cap fits. Ask everyone who flooded Alliance Francaise for his tribute concert, including Gyedu Blay Ambolley, the remaining members of Osibisa and younger artists like Reggie Rocksfone, Becca, Kwabena Kwabena and Efya. Mac passed away from a stroke on 16th November 2010, a few months short of his 70th birthday. He wrs born the son of a trumpet player in Kumasi and grew up listening to jazz on Voice of America and BBC VY0rld Service. Music was not considered to be a very vi Ie profession at the time, bot suc~ was his parents lov:e that they encouraged Tontoh and hjs elder brother Tedqy Osei when they decided to pursue ca~rsin that directi~n. Teddy and Tontoh joined The Co ets"Tn-theearly 196Q? and played in Kumasi, gaining popl1larify across est Africa, fusing modem jazz with West AfriQan highli .90 then moved to Accra and played wi.th wame krumah's Brigade Band before joining seminal hig regroup, the Uhuru Band. Uhuru played both its own brand ot highli1e and ttijs from

popular American composers like Duke Ellington Glenn Miller. The group's fame spread across/ when they played at Malawi's independence and then toured Kenya, Uganda and Tanzania Sixties. It was after moving first to Germany and London that he reunited with Teddy and • Sol Amarfio and formed Osibisa. The rest is history.


Australia, Japan, India, Puerto Rico, and the Middle Eastthroughout the Seventies and Eighties.They were amongst the first to successfully fuse African and Western sounds. Two decades later Tontoh moved back to Ghana, established a recording studio and mentored several of the city's most talented young musicians. Reenergized, he released his first solo album - Rhythms and Sounds (1994) - blending jazz and funk elements with classic highlife. It was a huge success. He then moved to Kumasi where he formed a new band of musicians with skills in Kete and Adowa. Soon they were playing everywhere from the funeral of Asantehene Ofumfuo Opoku Ware II to the National Festival of Arts and Culture (NAFAC) in Boigatanga, as well as concerts in the UK. With nothing left to prove musically, Mac left music behind to work with the Ghana National Commission on Culture, where he championed true Ghanaian art, music and culture. Mac Tontoh's passing remains very hard felt but he will liVe on through the music he recorded throughout his life and his legacy of arts advocacy. Dust salutes a true Ghanaian legend.

With Osioisa, Mac co-wrote and scored lnternational hits With songs like Welcome Rome, Sunshine Day, and the soundtrack for 1973 movie Superfly TNT. He I was also a regular session player for rock stars like the Rolling stones and Elton John.


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me say the label 'World Music' was invented to describe Osibisa's sound. No Ghanaian act since has matched that sort of international success. il

Ghanaians and 'High School: What's this Plenty Old-Boy /01 d-G irIMatt.er?
When my classmates and I were about to complete JSS in 1997, as was the practice, we selected three secondary schools among all the secondary schools in Ghana and ranked them based on our preferences and the school's perceived academic ranking. Our selections were 10 determine which secondary schools we'd attend. Depending on how well we performed in our BECE exam, we would be placed into the first choice, second or third choice schools. I chose Wesl'ey Girls High School (Gey Hey), Mfantsiman Secondary School and Apam Secondary School in Ihat order. I'd never met anyone who'd attended any of Ihese schools; If I had, I did not know it Mosl of my classmates chose Motown (Achimota Secondary School), and Aburi Girls Secondary School and Presec (Presbyterian Boys Secondary School) so why did I choose Gey Hey? Someone in my class had a sister who'd gone there. Thai classmate's opinion counted some 10 me at the time and she always spoke so glowingly of her sister that I'd somehow accepted that there must be something magical about Ihe school. Thai was it I selected the school, got accepted and spent three years there. High school was alright It wasn't the best time of my life, but it must have contributed to my development For one odd reason or another-probably my lack of ability to keep friends in general-I haven't been able to sustain friendships with those with whom I was in Gey Hey, and maybe that's why I'm not strongly attached to the school. ,I wouldn't be surprised if I have some amount of school pride lurking someplace in my bones, but whatever pride exists is not enough to, for example, motivate me to display a Gey Hey slicker on my car. Indeed some of the women I admire most are people who were in Gey Hey at the same time that! was there, yet we hardly interacted while we were in school so they're not really friends, just people I know and admire. While .I admire these women, I'd never created a necessary link between their status as Gey Hey alumnae and the fact that they're smarler or more interesting or insert someother-superlative-adjeclive-here than some other people I've encountered. One of the things which have surprised me most since I've been back in Ghana is the pride and enthusiasm with which people here speak about high school. Someone (an alumnae of gey hey) introduced me to another person (who was not) as a Gey Hey Old girl. Gey Hey Old girl? I mean yeah, sure, but of alilhe things a person could say about me, why that? Or someone would say, she's very smart but what do you expect, she's a gey hey old girl'. A man visited my office, sol,iciting business. Alter we'd talked, and just before he lell, he said "I have to ask you this, which school did you go to?" I hesitated because I wasn't sure whether he meant primary school, secondary school, college or grad school. !Knowing Ghana, I said Wesley Girls. His response? "I knew it!" He said he was an old boy of Mfantsipim School I smiled politely, thinking all the while, okaaaaaay, what now? This man looked like he was over forty and he was still talking about high school with this much conviction? Wow! Now I'm not saying that people shouldn't have school pride but seriously, high school was ages ago! I've gotten over it Why won't other Ghanaians do the same? I can even understand that if like me, you didn't grow up in a family of old-girls, then going to Gey Hey might have been an especially important accomplishment for you but hopefully you've gone on to do other things that are even more impressive so you don't need to keep harping on your decade-old accomp.lishment I just don't get it In town, I see so many red stickers for Mfantipim School, big, bold, and blue stickers for Presec, and the head of the host stickers and school crest for Motown, and people I meet still ask me, this: wey school you go? (tr: which hi.gh school did you go to?) It's as if I could go to the besl schools in the world and no one in Ghana would care. All they'd care about is thai I went to Gey Hey. What is going on here? Why are we so hung up on the old-boy laid girl matter? As we say in Ga (a Ghanaian language), ate sukuu y8 Gey Hey ew'J'J mini? (Ir you went to Gey Hey and so what?)







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