Remembering Baba, my hero

My father was my everything. He never had a formal education but he vowed to give my siblings and I the best of school experience. He was a security (he hated it when people called him a watchman) at a school in Takoradi called Chapel Hill and I remember my father going through the trash...

Ambushed by Traffic –The Dilemma of Working Parents

5: 50am and my children are already in school. Not by choice but because of the crazy traffic situation they have had to endure even at their young ages. This has been the situation for a long time but today was really emotional for me as I watched them drag their bags to their classrooms...