Memoirs & Reality

If you live in Ghana you wouldn't be oblivion to the sight of beggars taking up our cities. They are seen in traffic basically every morning on principal streets in the Accra, sitting on pavements, loitering the markets, siting under and on foot bridges with their treasure bowls and cans asking for alms. They could be children, the aged but most often they are disabled in one part of their bodies and what even surprises me is that fact that, a blind or a cripple person in his/her wheelchair is been pushed/led by an able person. Whenever I see them carrying on vigorously with their day’s work I wonder what form of laziness is this. While most of them are Ghanaians we have had our fair share of Fulanis. (Whom you would be humbly graced by their children who pester you and ask for money with their load of cuteness)  Why would one subject such a vulnerable person to the scorching sun of our country especially children. I believe that you as the ‘assistant’ could work and support

Childhood is considered the best part of one’s life. It is during such a period where we learn and stick to certain good and bad habits. The memories of such moments that flash in our minds always bring smiles on our faces. One of such bad habit which I never outgrew out of was milk sipping. Show me a millennial who never loved milk and I would show you my 101 year old granny who is a social media addict. The act of milk sipping was a timely process. Usually in the mornings when mother made breakfast which needed milk, I would dream of how to get a raw taste of the remaining contents on my tongue. How I would yearn to take a trip to the refrigerator and take a sip. As I grew up I loathed all milk based breakfast and put a break on that habit. As I somewhat realize breakfast shouldn't always be beverage or cereal based but the more Ghanaian type especially Waakye. Fast forward to 16th February, 2018 after returning home from work and decided to get some cold water to quench