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ENCOURAGING THE READING CULTURE IN A DEVELOPING COUNTRY, GHANA’S SOCIAL MEDIA ERA

Ghana my motherland is an African country that recently celebrated her 60th birthday post-independence. Ghana became an independent state on March 6, 1957, when Britain relinquished its control over the Gold Coast and Ashanti, the Northern Territories Protectorate, and British Togoland1. After 60 years of independence, Ghana is still developing.  A developing country, also called a less developed country or an underdeveloped country, is a nation or a sovereign state with a less developed industrial base and a low Human Development Index (HDI) relative to other countries2. Read full article


Banana Fantasy by LINDA COFFIE

Mum’s bakery shop is located on the far country side, towards the town called Hills and Valleys in the serene enclosure of Cuamba. Cuamba is a small but beautiful sub-urban town, about twenty-four miles from the regional capital. Regional capitals are mostly busy, noisy and have expensive lifestyles which make them mostly suitable for middle-class and rich folks. You wouldn’t dare live in a regional capital like Maputo if your monthly wage is not more than 5,000 Mozambican Metical. Lately, even folks who earn that amount are running away from regional capitals because, apart from the expensive lifestyles, people organize weddings and naming ceremonies way too often which they usually expect that friends and families should come from all walks of life to support them emotionally, spiritually, and financially. We recently heard that one of the richest citizen of our regional capital ran at night to his hometown because his wedding and naming ceremony invitations alone could build a library. In fact, he ran with his two wives and seven children in their Hilux leaving his magnificent house and furniture behind in the guise of attending an urgent business meeting in the next town.

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SIX WORD STORY

This is my story in 6 words.


EIGHT WORD STORY

The story of my life in 8 simple words.


MENTAL ILLNESS BY JOESPHINE NKETIAH AKA Read Write Love


THE SILENT BULLY

The 'silent bully'
More often than not we find ourselves willing to do something to be like something
Day in day out we find ourselves being bullied to do something
Most at times our bully does us a good favor and at other times hurts us
She is very slim and pretty i always said to myself
This beautiful friend of mine has it all
The money, the boy, the job, the beauty, she really isn't lacking
What hurts the most is that she has Jesus,
Do not get it twisted , I am a christian but I just wonder why she should have it all
Why cant I at least have the advantage of knowing Jesus over her
Yes, I am being selfish
I just wish I had it all as she did and that is what challenges me,
And scares the Living God out of me

I am criticizing myself in comparison to her
I seem to have lost focus on my purpose in life
In a desperate attempt to be her, my prayers are motivated by my will to be like her,
A mere mortal.
My tears , constantly flowing down the ever familiar pathway my cheeks offer,
each time in frustration I give up , when an attempt to be like her fails.
Constantly , I chide myself in the mirror because my dieting and exercises fail to make me as slim as she
I berate myself when I realize that no amount of money can make me as brilliant as she.
So day in day out, I dedicate my life to her to trying to be like a mere mortal.
My job doesn't really reflect what I want to do
But reflects a choice she will make if she was in my shoes.

So after unconsciously dedicating my lifestyle choices to my 'friend'
I started hating her
My mind filled with jealousy and envy each times,
She comes to mind.
So lost in my jealousy was I,
That i forgot the most important thing in life.
Myself, the inner woman in me!
The one who has her own choices and decisions to make
The one who appreciates her outward appearance
Cos she is an embodiment of GOD MOST HIGH!
The inner woman called me a coward
you know why? because I let the bully win

So the silent bully is me
Do not be confused
I am a bully because I repeatedly coerced myself to see her as an idol,
an achievement to be had, a goal and a purpose.
I gave her the place of Jesus Christ!
I allowed my desire to be like 'her' take precedence over the Holy spirit.
My choices in the end were towards the goal of becoming like her as much as i can.
The silent 'bully' I was
Till yesterday, when I met her,
I realized after two minutes in her company that despite the fact that I admired her
I cant and will never be her
Cos if I be like her
Who would be like me?

Written by
Dorcas Fafali Tsey
20/5/2014


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ENCOURAGING THE READING CULTURE IN A DEVELOPING COUNTRY, GHANA’S SOCIAL MEDIA ERA

Ghana my motherland is an African country that recently celebrated her 60th birthday post-independence. Ghana became an independent state on March 6, 1957, when Britain relinquished its control over the Gold Coast and Ashanti, the Northern Territories Protectorate, and British Togoland1. After 60 years of independence, Ghana is still developing.  A developing country, also called a less developed country or an underdeveloped country, is a nation or a sovereign state with a less developed industrial base and a low Human Development Index (HDI) relative to other countries2. Read full article


SIX WORD STORY

This is my story in 6 words.


EIGHT WORD STORY

The story of my life in 8 simple words.


MENTAL ILLNESS BY JOESPHINE NKETIAH AKA Read Write Love


THE SILENT BULLY

The 'silent bully'
More often than not we find ourselves willing to do something to be like something
Day in day out we find ourselves being bullied to do something
Most at times our bully does us a good favor and at other times hurts us
She is very slim and pretty i always said to myself
This beautiful friend of mine has it all
The money, the boy, the job, the beauty, she really isn't lacking
What hurts the most is that she has Jesus,
Do not get it twisted , I am a christian but I just wonder why she should have it all
Why cant I at least have the advantage of knowing Jesus over her
Yes, I am being selfish
I just wish I had it all as she did and that is what challenges me,
And scares the Living God out of me

I am criticizing myself in comparison to her
I seem to have lost focus on my purpose in life
In a desperate attempt to be her, my prayers are motivated by my will to be like her,
A mere mortal.
My tears , constantly flowing down the ever familiar pathway my cheeks offer,
each time in frustration I give up , when an attempt to be like her fails.
Constantly , I chide myself in the mirror because my dieting and exercises fail to make me as slim as she
I berate myself when I realize that no amount of money can make me as brilliant as she.
So day in day out, I dedicate my life to her to trying to be like a mere mortal.
My job doesn't really reflect what I want to do
But reflects a choice she will make if she was in my shoes.

So after unconsciously dedicating my lifestyle choices to my 'friend'
I started hating her
My mind filled with jealousy and envy each times,
She comes to mind.
So lost in my jealousy was I,
That i forgot the most important thing in life.
Myself, the inner woman in me!
The one who has her own choices and decisions to make
The one who appreciates her outward appearance
Cos she is an embodiment of GOD MOST HIGH!
The inner woman called me a coward
you know why? because I let the bully win

So the silent bully is me
Do not be confused
I am a bully because I repeatedly coerced myself to see her as an idol,
an achievement to be had, a goal and a purpose.
I gave her the place of Jesus Christ!
I allowed my desire to be like 'her' take precedence over the Holy spirit.
My choices in the end were towards the goal of becoming like her as much as i can.
The silent 'bully' I was
Till yesterday, when I met her,
I realized after two minutes in her company that despite the fact that I admired her
I cant and will never be her
Cos if I be like her
Who would be like me?

Written by
Dorcas Fafali Tsey
20/5/2014


Attention writers!

I want to share your short stories, poems and  articles with the world!

Submit here: