The founder of True Word Prophetic Fire Ministries, TWPFM (Grace Chapel) Prophet Nigel Gaisie says it will be wrong for anyone to assume that he rides on doom prophecies to be popular since he is a genuine man of God who only tells what he hears from God.
The founder of True Word Prophetic Fire Ministries, TWPFM (Grace Chapel) Prophet Nigel Gaisie says it will be wrong for anyone to assume that he rides on doom prophecies to be popular since he is a genuine man of God who only tells what he hears from God.
The founder of True Word Prophetic Fire Ministries, TWPFM (Grace Chapel) Prophet Nigel Gaisie says it will be wrong for anyone to assume that he rides on doom prophecies to be popular since he is a genuine man of God who only tells what he hears from God.
PROMOTER and Disc Jockey DJ Slybeatz has reiterated the fact that more females need to venture into DJing, as their numbers in the craft is low, compared to their male counterparts.
Whilst filling my water bottle from our office’s water dispenser yesterday morning, Mary, a colleague of mine, slapped my butt and run off saying, “made at Obengfo”.
With a few more weeks to download the entrails of my womb, visits to the gynae have become more frequent. My belly is virtually dragging my body along each time I try to walk.
If King Mswati III were to have been present at the just ended Music Awards ceremony, I’m sure he would have been extremely pleased to see how endowed some Ghanaian women are when it comes to the divine mounds on their chests — potent breasts!
I went to bed feeling sad; sad at the misconception some people have developed in respect of teaching as a profession.
Oh there’s so much to talk about today, I don’t even know where to commence my spinning.
When Harmattan (Arabata) has reared its dry dusty white head, then you know Christmas is near.
With his white earpieces firmly stuck in his ears, the middle-aged barber skillfully run his barbering machine in the mid-section of his client’s head and angrily declared, “What does he mean? … That’s why I have stopped picking his calls.”
He kissed his teeth and continued, “growing up, I noticed that in our culture, if you did anything without the consent of your elders, and whatever you did backfired, you wouldn’t even dare come back home complaining to these elders, for obvious reasons. So why is he disturbing us with calls as if we consented to his trip? What does he think of us?”
I am standing in front of a banking hall with my lips pouted like an opened tulip flower. I am very angry with everything around here right now. Deception! Deception! Deception!
It’s my first-time visiting that branch to transact business and I just had to use their washroom out of desperation. You know me. I usually wouldn’t like to patronise such a public lavatory. But nature calls.
I am fed up; fed up with the quality of toilet rolls being sold on our markets.
The soft ones are too soft, your fingers go through them, causing havoc. The hard ones are too hard, they scratch and prick your “undercrofts” so badly, they get sore. Seriously, I am fed up.
Once upon a time, there used to be a particularly haaaaaaaaard kind on the market which really caused serious abrasions to one’s backside. In fact, they were so hard, they could pass for printing paper.
I need a cassette player to buy. Where can I find one, please? I can hear you ask, “Ablah koraaaaa, what is it again, this time around? What on earth does she need a cassette player for?” Is there not a cause? I need it for a practical training programme in my home.
On Saturday, I decided to rummage through some boxes I hadn’t opened since I moved in with Obodai. They contain books I used for my A Levels. They were occupying space in my cute apartment and had to be disposed of.
My first birthday after entering into a relationship with Obodai was my saddest: he didn’t give me a present; not even a teddy bear. Sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?
Honestly, I look back on that day and laugh. I laugh at how naïve I was then; I laugh at how childish my actions were, and remain grateful for the fact that he didn’t walk away.
Kids! There's so much to learn from them; especially these 21st Century "species". Merhn! They know so much. Sunday morning for me, was a great learning time.
I had been called out of the choir to handle the Children's Class- their two teachers couldn't make it to church. The third had phoned to say she would be late.