I have discovered why Ashesi students are so cool.

I’m excited this is from a third party’s point of view, someone who only had to experience Ashesi for a week to come up with this conclusion.

Akotowaa Ntentan

There are some people that make places cool. There are some places that make people cool. Ashesi, apparently, is/has both. Is that even fair?

In my head, there’s like, this group of the ‘cool Ghanaians’ and as my (former?) roommate, Owiredua will tell you, they al know each other. And we both want to be part of them. Should I start calling out names? Deborah Frempong, Paapa, Michael Annor, Jessica Boifio, Lauretta (the coolest ballet teacher in the world), Kobla (the creator of Oware 3D) etc… The list goes on. But what most – though certainly not all – of the names I have in mind have in common is Ashesi.

First theory: when you get accepted into Ashesi, they perform numerous strange juju rituals over your documents and then let you join the cult, making you automatically cool.

Second theory: the GMI (I just made that up. It stands…

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Things You Should Know About Introverts

Finally! Someone who understands me.

Playfully Tacky

From MeetTheIntroverts.com From MeetTheIntroverts.com 1) We need to recharge alone.
This right here is the cusp of the entire introvert v. extrovert debate (if there is one, anyway) – Introverts need to be alone to recharge. We tend to get completely worn out by socializing. This is basically what it means to be an introvert.

2) We don’t hate being around people, but we probably hate crowds.
I love being with people, but if you drop me into a large crowd I instantly feel like I’m alone and invisible. I try to avoid situations where I feel that way, so I may decline your open invitation to some random event. It doesn’t mean I don’t like to be around you, it just means I like to have more control over my surroundings.

3) We don’t mind silence.
I can sit beside you in silence and not think we are having a bad…

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“The Walls of Notsie” by Antony Can-Tamakloe.

We need to start making movies about our history.

Flash Fiction From GHANA

Notsie. Not a day goes by without my mother cursing this town and the man who rules it. Not a day goes by without her cursing our ancestors for settling here. She thinks I don’t notice the tears, the pain in her eyes, the suffering of our tribesmen. “You’re a little girl,” she’d say to me, “You don’t know a thing.”
But I do. I’m a grown little girl. I see the bleeding scars on my father’s feet because he tread on mud and straw mixed with broken glass to make bricks. You shall build this town with your blood, the man who rules this place had said. And that we did. I can’t count all the scars on my elder brother’s back from being whipped, or the number of times the evil guards have beaten my father because he’d always protect my older sister and I from being…

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“Dangbeleshi” by Daniel Hanson Dzah.

Flash Fiction From GHANA

‘Tell me, Kwaku. What exactly happened and what exactly did you see?’ the stout policeman in the black uniform and dusty black beret asked.
But father cut in before I could respond, ‘Oh boss, he is only ten. We have been here for hours and he has already told your men what happened. You have his statement. Isn’t that enough? Please…’

The policeman stroked his chin disbelievingly. His eyes dimmed slightly. When he spoke, it was with an air of reluctance. ‘Okay, you may leave. But we shall contact you if we need more information.’
‘Thank you,’ father said. He led me gently out of the Odorkor Police station to his Corrolla. His phone rang just as we sat down; It was mother. Her shrill voice sounded very worried, but father calmed her down. ‘We’re coming home,’ he informed. As he moved the car and made his way to the main Kaneshie road, I shut my eyes and replayed…

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“Airtel Five” by Edem Dotse.

Great story! Awesome perspective.

Flash Fiction From GHANA

Glasses and Credit- those were the first two things that came into Mawuli’s mind when he woke up. He smelled red earth and felt like he hadn’t taken a shower in days. He lifted his dirt-crusted face and peered around.

It was a full minute before he realized he was lying by the side of a major road, and that was only after the rushing sound of a huge truck startled him into alertness, causing him to sit up. The blazing glare of the sun forced him to shield his face with his right hand. He had no idea where he was. He could not recollect the previous day’s events. The noise of cars whizzing by him confused him even more.

Where was he? Not too far from where he worked, he believed. Yes, he must have been going home, or somewhere in the area. Either that or he was…

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“Airtel Five” by Edem Dotse.

Great story! Awesome perspective.

Flash Fiction From GHANA

Glasses and Credit- those were the first two things that came into Mawuli’s mind when he woke up. He smelled red earth and felt like he hadn’t taken a shower in days. He lifted his dirt-crusted face and peered around.

It was a full minute before he realized he was lying by the side of a major road, and that was only after the rushing sound of a huge truck startled him into alertness, causing him to sit up. The blazing glare of the sun forced him to shield his face with his right hand. He had no idea where he was. He could not recollect the previous day’s events. The noise of cars whizzing by him confused him even more.

Where was he? Not too far from where he worked, he believed. Yes, he must have been going home, or somewhere in the area. Either that or he was…

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By Richard L. Douglass (MPH, PhD), Professor at the College of Health and Human Services at Eastern Michigan University and visiting Professor at Ashesi University College in 2007, 2008, and 2012.

In January 2008 I came to Ashesi to teach Social Research Methods to the Class of 2010, who were just sophomores.  This was something of an experiment.  Few sophomores, world-wide, ever study social research methods.  In fact, I had never taught the subject to students who weren’t, at least, advanced into their third or fourth year as undergraduates.  In most places even masters degree students do not comprehensively study social research methods.  I, myself, did not study in such a course until I became a Ph.D. student. So, we set about to see if sophomores could do it; it was a test to see just how special Ashesi students really were.

I used the same textbook that I use…

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A message for all…

Hey this is God, could I please have your attention?

There’s the need for intervention

Man I’m disappointed in what I’m seeing

Hey this is God, you fight each other in my name

Treat life like it’s a foolish game

Well I say, you’ve got the wrong idea

Oh what I’m asking for is love

Well I’ve seen you hurt yourselves enough

Oh I’ve been waiting on a change in you

Hey this is God, I’ve given everything to you

Oh but look at what you do to the world that I’ve created

This is God, what’s with this attitude and hate?

You grow more ignorant with age

You had it made, now look at all you’ve wasted

Oh what I’m asking for is love

Well I’ve seen you hurt yourselves enough

Oh I’ve been waiting on a change in you

I know your every thought, your heart and soul

and every move

There are so many consequences to the things you do

Oh what I’m asking for is love

Haven’t you hurt yourselves enough

Oh I’ve been waiting on a change in you

A change in you oh

This is God

By Phil Vasser – This is God