I once contemplated suicide. I was confused. I felt alone, misunderstood. I (thought I) had nobody to talk to really. I mean, really talk to. I caved inward, became more reserved. Faked it to the hilt. Damn being authentic. Outwardly, I was smiling, brave, nonchalant. Inside, I was…

Source: The Black NarratorDear President Mahama,It’s me again. The lady who wrote you an open letter about Ghanaians living in darkness, yeah that one. Once again, I’m writing to you, because although I strongly believe that any real change in Ghana’s state of affairs will ultimately have to come from the fabric…