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FemiNazi Much? — October 25, 2015

FemiNazi Much?

African in International Affairs

By: Jessica Naa Ahiney Boifio and Jeanne-Barbara Esinam Debre

All over the world, there has been an increase in the number of women who have taken up positions in either in the boardroom or in parliament, thanks to the quota system. Africa certainly is in the thick of it. Rwanda has women taking up 51 out of 80 seats in parliaments thanks to a legislative quota set making it the country with the largest percentage of women in parliament (64%). South Africa ranks 8th with 42% of women in parliament, and the Central Bank Governor being a woman as well. Liberia and Malawi have female presidents too. Nigeria has joined the fray by increasing its quota from 5% to 7% via mandatory quotas.http://econ.st/1pELwox

If you have no idea what quotas are well…http://bit.ly/1pELbCk

In Africa, women play a major role in all aspects of life, especially economically within…

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I have discovered why Ashesi students are so cool. —

I have discovered why Ashesi students are so cool.

This is the wording of everything that has been bouncing around in my head since my AIX experience. Thank you!

Akotowaa Ntontan

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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Goldfish Go Figure — September 27, 2015

Goldfish Go Figure

Akotowaa Ntontan

Zara’s mind was off the lesson about as often as it was on it. The teacher’s voice faded in and out of intelligibility. That didn’t make for a very effective understanding of the topic being taught. Somewhere in the midst of staring out the window and wondering if there were unicorns in Australia, she decided that perhaps paying attention would be a good idea if she wanted to get a decent grade in subsequent quizzes.

Human Behaviour. What a subject to teach in school. It had only been part of the curriculum for a complete academic year; this was its second. It had been a response to issues about the ineffectiveness of the school curriculum, since the complaints were that children were not learning enough things that were relevant to humans themselves. The syllabus had been designed by professional, practicing psychologists, whom, it had been rumoured, had been hard-pressed to…

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A Letter to the Younger Self of my Best Friend —

A Letter to the Younger Self of my Best Friend

Akotowaa Ntontan

Amour,

It is 2050, and I am 32. I am writing you this letter while sitting underneath a mango tree in the Volta Region. There isn’t really anything particularly spectacular about what I am doing, but in 2014, I never would have envisioned myself doing it. I never would have envisioned any event in 2030 in the first place, seeing as how I expected to die at age 27. Well, that’s a twisted version of the truth; I’d expected to have killed myself by any means possible by this time, actually.

Do you remember that discussion? It was a comment I passed on a somewhat random day, either before or between classes, at a time when I was particularly depressed for no particular reason. Of course you don’t remember – it hasn’t happened to you yet. What I said was, and I quote:

“I don’t want to live a life…

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Living_Ink — April 30, 2015

Living_Ink

Inkalive

I loved writing horror stories…But i stopped writing them a few days after I found an old rusty pen amongst my collection.I loved the way the ink emanated placidly, leaving no blotches on the paper.

It all happened when i began working on my third story with my new pen…. It was about this man, home alone and murdered on a rainy night. The assailant was viscious and clumsy. I just loved my characters. This was my third creation. A Piper.

My lights went out as rain poured down my roof..I felt weird.I felt as if what i was writing was really happening.. A weird mixture of de-ja-vu and fear.

I was uncomfortable, so i went to sleep.

I heard a flute being played and jerked awake. Someone was sitting on my chest. I could tell he was smiling cause his teeth shone in the dark. I switched on my phone…

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Chef Legroski —

Chef Legroski

Inkalive

As a chef, I loved creating fancy meals for myself. Those who have tried my dishes have claimed that they taste like they came from fancy restaurants around the world. Thats because I only use the finest ingredients when i cook all my meals. However each dinner requires alot of special ingredients. I like to harvest the meat myself. Nothing is more sattisfying to me than hearing screams of anguish and torment as i plunge the knife through the skin and into the soft tender muscle underneath. I slowly slice through the bleeding, succulent flesh. Thinking about what kind of dish i would prepare with it. I am careful to grab only as much as i need making sure to save some for tomorrow night, but sometimes i cant help.myself and i take a little too much……Ah! Yes! Another world class meal! Bon Apetit!

Oh…I’m sorry. Did you want to…

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Skyfall — April 29, 2015

Skyfall

Even if the sky is falling
I’ll never let you go
Even when the wind is howling
You’ll be my forever more
Whenever you start to fall
My arms’ll be wide open
Whenever you feel lonely
I’ll be right next to you
And if your heart is breaking
I’ll be your super glue
And if you feel like leaving
I’ll hold you tight and love you
I’ll be your Romeo
And you’ll be my Juliet
Or better still you’ll be
The Beatrice to my Benedick
Because all of me
Loves all of you
And whenever you need me
I’ll be there for you
And no matter how far
Or where you may be
I’ll just close my eyes
And you’re in my dreams
And when the sun sets
At the end of the day
I’ll be there with arms spread
Waiting for you too jump in
Even if the sky is falling

Too late — April 26, 2015
Never Smooch A Brooch — March 23, 2015

Never Smooch A Brooch

Elan Mudrow

Nancy Cunard Nancy Cunard

Always walk arm and arm

With a purse. They’re insecure

And get addicted to junk

Don’t listen to babbling bracelets

They get caught up in the apparel

Never hang out with a trashy trinket

Necklaces will fool you

With spoiled-ass sweet talk

Keep them behind buttons

Or they’ll wink at any old dog tag

Don’t let a ring control things

Anklets can be footloose

Make sure they wear bells while jingling

Earrings think they’re trapeze artists

Dangling high, unless their studs

Then one’s fine, two’s ok

Three or more is an orgy

Toe rings stink

Don’t give into those

Snotty little nose rings

Divulge nothing to pinky rings

They’re not mature enough

For indiscriminate indexing

Can you believe the gall of the tiara?

Never let a choker get its hands on you

Bangles are for bums and beehives

Rosaries want to wait until they’re married

Then all hell…

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Some Roses Have No Thorns — March 2, 2015

Some Roses Have No Thorns

Friendship is like a rose. They say every rose has thorns. The thorns are the painful parts. The tears you’ll shed. The fights you can’t avoid.

When you grab a rose, you’ll eventually get pricked. But the fact that you’ve been pricked doesn’t mean you let go. You hold on tight. And yes you’ll still get pricked.

But after a while, you don’t feel the thorns anymore. You become immune to their painful stings. And then to you:

That rose has no thorns.