The Brymo Klitorism: Flutes on Brymo’s Klitoris album

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Nana Arhin Tsiwah

Are you a sojourner who seeks solitude out of stupor or one who looks for spaceless elements to find a part of their lost selves; or perhaps, does your heart seek the beauties of life that fuels the soul?

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African Music: The Worlasi Syndrome: A look at Nuse vs Uncut Albums

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Nana Arhin Tsiwah

This is something I have been wanting to write for the past two weeks. It’s about the music industry in Ghana and the crop of artistes and music players evolving in recent and a few past years. I have been following keenly the twists and game-monkisms that keep hitting the music scene. For the purposes of this write-up, it is about music essence and not necessarily the unnecessary music hype and dosage churning of chronic musicals or musicians.

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Ephraim Amu: A Gallant Light That Still Glows (1899-1995)

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Nana Arhin Tsiwah

Looking at the life of Ephraim Amu, one simply becomes confused, a tapestry saddled with the most appropriate words to choose in describing his achievements let alone to amply and satisfactorily describe his persona.

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I pray your forgiveness : O’ Africa, I have been a bad seed

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Nana Arhin Tsiwah

This story began when I started seeking the truth of darkness and blackness. It came to light when I became worried of my life; a worry of how negligible I had become. After nights and nights of mournings, weeps and cries, I began to seek forgiveness. Forgiveness not of those ‘Christian sins’, but of the wrongs I had allowed my soul, spirit and mind to accept without reasonableness; Forgiveness of how I have not risen to life, from the dead-bed of wishing to abort my culture, traditions and to see the world beyond bringing my African roots to extinction. This story was from the heart, the melanin… I hope Africa forgives me.

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