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IN THE LAND OF MYTH; WHERE THERE IS NO KNOWLEDGE In the land of myth, where there exists no knowledge, but the knowledge necessary for survival. Where in-depth wisdom is the gift of man, and common sense is a natural gift like breath. Where there exists no invisible boundaries and a smile really is contiguous as it is supposed to be. Where our race does not differentiate us from others. Our financial status does not determine our rank in the society, nor does our socioeconomic status affect the kind of friends we, and our family, can possess and relate to. Where no one dies by a sword nor kills by a sword. Where we do not yearn for more than we can lay hands on, and men do not have to liquidate each other for Gold or Coal. And I do not have to frame my sister in other to snatch her possessions. Where we do not yearn more for individualism than we do for unity. Where walls do not signify division, and do not give us the permission to kill each other, but are just tools for decorat

I don't know what dragged me into this big city filled with tall buildings and big cars. I was happy downtown with my family. I remember when we rode on donkeys to the farm every dawn. Now the only sounds I hear at dawn is the dragging of pans and teenagers like me shouting "The Bus Has Arrived"!!! Was it the big barrels and shiny utensils Saratu returned home with after spending 2years in the city that attracted me here?, or my will to put a smile on my parents face  that got me into this regretful existence?. My name is Marwah Abdullah. I am 14years old and hail from Kpalsi, a farming community in the Northern part of Ghana. I used to live there with my parents and my seven siblings. Life was as beautiful and refreshing as ever. I wasn't a fun of schooling, because I didn't see the essence of sitting in the classroom for hours; only to go back home with a book with couple of Alphabets in it to rewrite. I will rather follow my parents to the farm, kill and roa

Somewhere in Aboabo, as I find my way to Bohyen, Alhaji Moro's cow has escaped and Mumuni and Abdullai are after it. This cow must die today. When I reached Asawasi, I heard Inusah shouting, " the one who has taken the head and legs of the cow should bring them back, otherwise today will not end well". Descending the hills of Alarbar, I noticed all the gutters were filled with bloody water, some even had faeces of animals in them. I am wearing all white, It is Eidhul-Adha, the Hausa man will say "Layya" or "Babban Sallah", and the Ashanti man will directly translate it and say "Sallah K3se3". It is a moment of immense joy. When we fry, cook and roast as much meat as we want, we even keep some in the refrigerator for future use. At Old Suame, Hajia Amina and Hajia Rahmatu are done preparing the rice, and waiting for Baabangida to bring the meat. Baabangida slaughtered the cow 15minutes ago and is cutting it into sections. Upon reaching Ne

So I met this long queue at the entrance of Nestle Ghana, I was at the bottom wondering when it will be my turn to get my paper endorsed. Suddenly there was a false alarm that stirred up everybody and got them to start running. I was the only one left standing confidently at the gate  without turning, and that was when this guy came out to call me in, since I was the only one there. My heart was filled with joy as I looked at my posting letter getting endorsed by my dream Company. I started feeling a bit cold and I saw myself drag a cloth towards my shoulder, that was when I realized it was a nightmare. I laid on my bed in awe; waiting for the call of fajr, so I can get up to pray because my sleep was swallowed by a nightmare. The first thing I do after thanking Allah for my life every dawn is to check my phone for the missed call of a number that is not on my phonebook,  maybe Nestle called i tell myself, and I was fast  asleep, I check my mail more than I check my whatsApp, because