March 30, 2024

So, Kwesi and Nana Ayiba are finally together. Almost looked like it wouldn’t happen, but it did, thank goodness! Let’s see how this ends now… “Okay, Maa, Daddy, how do I look?” Kwesi stood in front of the phone and posed in his dazzling black and gold kaftan. “Yie-yieeeeeee! Me wura, see how our last […]

The slow-rising morning sun filtered through the curtains in Nana Ayiba’s bedroom as she sat on her bed, with Madam Theresa by her side. Following the events of the previous evening, the old lady had elected to keep her daughter company throughout the night, and Nana couldn’t be more grateful for that, as she told

It was late afternoon when Nana Ayiba, done with work for the day, got into the back of the Uber she had ordered. As she settled in and the car began to move out of the Court Complex, her facial expression took on a steely gaze. Her mind was racing with a whirlwind of emotions

Court was in session when Kwesi walked into the Labour Court, ready for the day’s case. The court wasn’t packed, but the bar was, so he had to sit at the gallery and wait. As he did, he barely paid attention to what was going on in the courtroom; his only wonder was how his

“Hmmm, me, I’m still not happy with you ooo. It’s been too long. Eh? Almost a year now…” It was early morning, and in the cozy living room of the Mensah household where Nana Ayiba sat, nervously fidgeting with the buttons on her jacket, Madam Theresa sat across from her, with a rather stern expression

“Ei, so that housing project at… what’s the name again… Saglemi, what are they doing about it?” “Ahh, I dunno ooo, Mama. Now diɛɛ, it’s like it has fallen in water. I keep hearing things about them saying they’ll get private investors to complete it or something. I dunno, honestly.” “Hmmm. Ɛyɛ asem ooo. Didn’t

“Oh, really? What’s the name of the case again?” “Apaloo versus Edward Wiredu. The 2001-2002 Ghana Law Reports. The plaintiff basically had a problem with the eligibility of the then acting Chief Justice, and he wanted the court to declare that his ‘promotion’ to the Supreme Court was null and void. That’s where I learned

“See eh, the day I watched that movie, the way I was screaming in the house!” Nana Ayiba laughed. “Herh, going through all that stress and killing your son and others, preparing yourself to be killed, only for the military to come in and save you. Herh, Kaakyire, I nearly went mad!” Kwesi laughed. “Chale!

“My Lord, before you is an ex-parte motion, praying this Honourable Court for an order for substituted service of the Writ of Summons and Statement of Claim on the first, second and third defendants…” In the hushed atmosphere of the Labour Court, Kwesi stood confidently as he moved the motion before Justice Amankwah. Sunday afternoon

“Hi. U good? Still really busy” That was the message Nana Ayiba had been waiting for. Waking up to the message that Saturday morning, she sat up excitedly, a rush of relief washing over her as she read it over and over again. Finally, he responded, she thought to herself. Might have taken about three