THE THOUGHTS ROOM

I’m not a football fanatic; not even when the national football team, the Black Stars is playing a game. However, I find myself in a house where everyone is keen to watch any Black Star match; but for my dad whose heart was broken after Asamoah Gyan missed a goal in the 2010 World Cup. Usually, I will just sit in the corner of the living room or take to social media to read what other “commentators” and “referees” will have to say about the match; be it in favour of Ghana or not. Occasionally, I will only jump to scream along with my family and neighbours anytime there was a goal. This year’s AFCON 2013 is no different from previous ones I have barely watched and in my opinion, the Stars did their best to justify their inclusion in the game until they were beaten at penalties by the Burkinabe counterparts. Initially, I was glad I was going to miss this game because I would be in a lecture room at the time the game began. However, this lecturer who thought he was doing u

I live in a fairly new vicinity on the hills of Kwabenya, close to the Akuapim Range. One important characteristics of this area which is called Bank of Ghana, is its bad road network. The place is called so because, according to the first settlers, the estates were built by the Central Bank for its staff. However, they failed to come and live in because of the lack of amenities of which water and road is inclusive. Coming in from a relatively plush community in Adenta, where the roads are all networked and tarred, I wondered why my parents would settle such a place as Bank of Ghana where one would have to walk miles before setting eye on a taxi. And woe bêtise you if you hire the services of a taxi driver who is not used to the rocky and steep nature of our road. On one such occasions, when I picked a taxi from Ashongman Estates (which is a walking distance but for the steepness of the road that leads to Bank of Ghana), I wished the ground would open and devour both t