December 3, 2024

All too soon, we’ve come to the end of this awesome story around these six friends! It’s been beautiful though, hasn’t it? Everyone’s getting their happy ending as should be the case. How about we see them off in grand style? The hospital waiting room was heavy with tension, as Bruce sat on the edge […]

Awurade ee, W’ahene so ooo, Awurade ee, Wo tumi so ooo, Yesu eeee, whan na ɔne wo sɛ, Obiara ni hɔ bi oo, wiase nyinaa yɛ wo dea… It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and the date was 30th November. The day of Deladem and Olivia’s wedding. As the sun hung high in the sky,

“Ei, Mr. Cues, you still haven’t told me your formula for this your kelewele recipe ooo!” “Ohhhhh, Asor, leave the man alone, lah! Which kind Plankton life be this?” Quincy, passing by the table, laughed at Deladem’s shot at Nana Asor. “You know because of this thing you say, I actually checked out that Spongebob

It was past six o’clock, and in the living room of the Fugah household, Delasi and Delali were seated on the couch, their laughter ringing out as they recounted the events of the morning. Deladem, standing by the window, could only smile as he listened to his younger siblings talk about the knocking ceremony they

“As we are gathered here to celebrate the life of Victor Owusu-Bempong, we write this tribute to honour his memory as our father. A man whose journey through life was as complex as it was transformative…” The day of Mr. Owusu-Bempong’s funeral had finally arrived. As Becky stood beside her older brother, with Arabella and

“It was the worst night of my life. The worst night of my life…” Tears ran down Bishop Gordon’s face as he remembered the awful memories of that fateful day, sobbing quietly. The lively atmosphere of the table had completely shifted and was now filled with a heavy, solemn air. Not a dry eye could

“Kimberley?” Bishop Gordon nodded. “Yep. Kimberley Dosu. I met her on one of my trips around the country, sharing the gospel. I was in my early twenties, overzealous and very fresh in my walk with Christ. I’d just been born again a few years before, and I had this unquenchable fire in me, this… unshakable

“Okay, are we ready?” The choristers of Shalom Temple went silent as Bishop Gordon stood before them, ready to speak about the upcoming conference. The Sunday service was over, and as he mentioned before ending, he needed to meet with them. Holding a Bible, he cleared his throat and began. “So, yes, my dear people,

Ebenezer eyy (Ebenezer eyyy!) Ebenezer eyy (Ebenezer eyyy!) My Stone of Help Only You are my Helper! On this Sunday morning, Shalom Temple was buzzing with jubilant energy. The congregation filled the hall with cheers of joy, hands lifted high, handkerchiefs waving in the air as the choir led the song, Ebenezer by Nathaniel Bassey

“Oh my God, it was so beautiful! The way he got down on one knee, her expression, that first dance…  oh Lord, it gave me chills!” Clarence stifled a laugh as he leaned back in his chair. “Yeah, no doubt. It was simply magical in person, Irene. Like, the love was almost tangible.” “It’s so