Lifestyle

There is a question being asked in Ghanaian households with increasing frequency, usually by a parent or grandparent, and usually with an anxiety that...

In a single-room apartment in Madina, three university graduates share a space designed for one. They have negotiated a rent arrangement that splits the...

There is a type of person who gets mistaken, repeatedly and across different environments, for someone who is unsure of themselves. They do not...

There is a particular sequence that has become familiar to anyone paying attention to Ghanaian social media over the past few years. Someone says...

There is a kind of mental activity that presents itself as thinking but is not quite thinking. It circles. It revisits. It opens a...

There is a particular kind of content that performs extremely well on Ghanaian social media, and its grammar is consistent enough to have become...

The money education that most Ghanaian students receive before leaving home for university can be summarised quickly: do not waste it, send some home...

There is a sales pitch that arrives in the Ghanaian digital space with the regularity of harmattan, dressed in different clothes each season but...

There is a version of ambition that builds things. It gets up early not because a content creator said to but because the work...

There is a particular kind of tiredness that does not announce itself with a collapse or a crisis. It does not produce the dramatic...

There is a particular kind of relationship that asks more of two people than almost any other romantic arrangement, and offers them less of...

There is a version of this conversation that gets avoided in Ghana almost completely, and its avoidance has consequences. Not dramatic, visible consequences, but...

There is a role that gets assigned early and rarely gets reassigned. It is given to the child who did not cry when the...

The question would have seemed almost strange to ask a generation ago. Employment, formal employment with a salary, a contract, and a payslip, was...

There is a graveyard that does not appear on any map. It is not marked with stones or coordinates. It exists in the minds...

There is a particular kind of anxiety that arrives not when things go wrong but when things go right, and no one has noticed...