Tales from the Breakfast Table: Mastering the Ideal Milk Game
It's 1991. I am having breakfast with my sisters. We are eating porridge. I grab the container with sugar and add 2 scoops to my porridge. There is a tin…
Bummed Out: Navigating Serious Conversations Amidst Social Media Distractions
I am having a business discussion with my friend - David. He is watching women shake their bums on Facebook. I asked him,” Should I continue with the discussion? He…
Lessons in Time Management: Navigating Saturday School with My Son
My son is in Junior High School. His final BECE examination is in July this year. To speed up the revision process, the school has decided to have a Saturday…
The Paradox of Proximity: Unraveling the Chinese Restaurant Conundrum
I don’t ever eat at the Chinese restaurant near my house. My kids do though. I will drive for 30 minutes to another Chinese restaurant to get the same chicken…
Counting Stars: A Tranquil Night in Senior Secondary School
It's 9:30 pm. We have finished evening prep. I am walking down with a friend of mine to my Dormitory. I am in Senior secondary school. We decide to stay…
Embracing a Life of Significance: A Conversation with My Cousin
I meet my cousin at the Mall. We get talking. He says,” A lot of people are running around chasing everything. But you can live a simple life and become…
Taste of Freedom: Sunday Meals in Boarding School
It's 1996. I am in Senior Secondary school. We are in a boarding house. The dining hall food won’t kill us but it cannot be classified as food. The dining…
When Babbling Takes Center Stage: A Tale of Alphabet Lessons at Home
I am watching over my kids on the weekend. My son can speak. My daughter cannot as yet. My son decides to teach my daughter Alphabet. My son starts “A,…
Fate’s Twist: Kofi’s Honda CRV Saga Takes an Unexpected Detour
Kofi saves money for over 2 years to buy a car. He finally gets himself a Honda CRV. He is very proud of his purchase. He meets the seller at…
The Never-Ending War on Bedtime: Tales from a Parent’s Trenches
My kids have no respect for time. I am always dragging them to either go or get out of bed. I can’t seem to win this war. They always have…