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My Pen Doesn’t Pick Up My Stammer

My pen doesn’t pick up my stammer. It doesn’t capture my fears in a volume.…

Do Not Weep When I Die

Two weeks ago, I received a phone call from mom, and she immediately said, “Sammy,…

Ghana Isn’t My Home Anymore

Mom was quiet on the train. They all were. My little siblings were quiet too.…

Our Fathers, Our Failures

I saw my father for the first time when I was 19. He was also…

I Didn’t Know I Was Dying

I didn’t know I was dying until they moved me to a hospital next to…

I’m Joining The Staff At The Canadian Center For Bio-Ethical Reform

Reactions to the late-term abortion bills in New York and Virginia illustrate the contrast between…

Facts Don’t Care About Your Feelings?

Ben Shapiro’s slogan is, “Facts don’t care about your feelings.” And he’s not wrong. Our…

Born in Ghana, Born-Again In Canada

Mom used to hold my hand as we walked by open sewage and streets covered…

A Review, A Preview, A Thank You

Tim Challies says I am one of his favourite bloggers from this year. Tim has…

How The Backstreet Boys Shaped My Life

If you and I disagree on social justice, you’re not my enemy. But if you…