In doha, I was astounded to find women walking the beautiful and serene city streets at 1:00 midnight. I saw couples young and old holding hands walking the amazing Al Corniche street along the waterfront. I saw families with infants just leisurely enjoying a stroll at midnight. I saw women in full hijab exercising on the public exercise equipment littered on the beautiful street side. I saw women enjoying night out in the amazing Souq Waqif, some in hijab, others not, some smoking, others not. In essence, this was the most cosmopolitan city I have ever witnessed, especially at night.
The idea that Ghanaian Christians are Islamophobic is not entirely accurate. I say this with trepidation because of what it means for people from the various sides of this debate raging in Ghana right now regarding this subject. So I will take my time to carefully lay down my reasons. I want to start with... Continue Reading →
To have everything you spend your money on monitored and tracked by the government is getting into dangerous territory here. Already, the Chinese government deducts points from citizens who buy alcohol because most Chinese citizens now use Alipay to buy everything. In a way, allowing the government to know everything we buy is a rather scary scenario and has rather ominous Orwelian implications. Are we then to become wards or children of the state so that the state decides what we can and cannot purchase with our hard earned money?
The way graduate school is, most people are loners because we are inundated with work that require us to be hermetic. My friends were basically hi hi friends here and I started to lose my sense of purpose. Coupled with the incessant negative news in the US media (especially the wanton killing of black folk), I literally felt like there was no point in living.
Yesterday, I made my usual rounds on social media as I usually do after my day’s work. This time around, I had just finished meeting the director of the graduate program and her assistant along with four other graduate students to look over and discuss the practice papers we had written for our upcoming... Continue Reading →
As a child growing up in Northern Ghana, one of the most conspicuous symbols of every northern community or village was and still is the area/community/village mosque. When I was a child in the Sang township in the Yendi district in Northern Region, 99.9% of the homes in my community were built with mud... Continue Reading →