Death Song Your lips are blue, almost black, and swollen with yellowish cracks carved into them. Your cheeks are scorched, deflated tennis balls. Your stomach is painfully-puffed up, in sharp, awkward contrast to your bony, mutilated, fragile frame. Your eyelids are thin and sunken with dark discoloration. Your nails…

If there ever was a time when getting a job simply meant handing in a stellar curriculum vitae (CV), then that privilege has certainly been lost to the current generation. The Ghanaian job market is tough, and while there are hundreds of job openings on leading classifieds websites like Tonaton,…

Fiifi Anaman was no stranger to me because I was friends with his cousin Kwame Osei who made me notice not only what he was doing, but also how rapidly he was rising. So when he messaged me one morning to tell me that Fiifi Anaman had won “Best Column”…