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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…

Why I Am Not Dating A Black Woman

I am dating a White woman. That is disappointing to some. That was difficult for…

The Perseverance Of Mom And The Power Of God

“When a mother is hungry, she prepares a meal for her children.” – A Ghanaian…

A Letter To A Ghost

I don’t know if you sleep on a bed or in a casket. I don’t…

Ghana And Kavanaugh

I know what it looks like when people are burned alive. I know what it…

Why I Wasn’t Writing

Over the last four months my alarm was set at 4:00 am—3 hours after my…

Why Immigrants Like Me Hate Illegal Immigration

I never imagined that when I finally saw her again, I wouldn’t recognize her. All…

A Better Country For Mom

I thought I heard mom call out my name. I stopped to listen intently. But…