This is not an apology. For whatever reason, I feel it’s important that this not be an apology, because then it would be premised on my not fulfilling some agreement or another. It’s not an apology. Rather, it’s an admission. Or better yet, a confession. I’m back in school for…
Sitting in traffic heading home like any other work evening in Accra, Ghana. Only it’s not an ordinary evening.There’s a gaping hole in Ghana’s population, the shoes once filled by our now deceased President Atta Mills. Criticize him all we want, he represented Ghana’s stability. The late Mills celebrated his…