Dear Republic, I write this letter not with pen and ink, but with the ink of unpaid electricity bills and the faint light of a dying rechargeable lamp bought from China, via Dubai, through Kantamanto. I come to you, my beloved Ghana, not as a prophet, but as a…

In the uproarious landscape of Ghanaian family life, one cannot escape the comedic chaos that ensues when it comes to surnames. These monikers, often inherited from generations past, carry with them tales of tradition, pride, and, more often than not, perplexity….