Isaac Kwame Owusu

People always say Ghanaians don't care about lyrics and shit but I have never bought into that crap talk. I have had many personal experiences to back my believe. I remember 2014 or so when I was at the Vodafone office In Tema community 1 and a certain slim fair girl(my close friends know my obsession with them, that's why I like taylor swift) was sitting by me. She had a call and her ringtone was Bruno Mars' Grenade. I asked her if she knew what a grenade was, she said no and I taught her and broke down the song for her. She was all smile and we ended up hanging out all night after the leaving the Vodafone office by taking a walk from community 1 to community 6 (close friends know I like to walk) because I explained a few more lyrics to her. She said she loved the songs more she understood them. I remember one time same yea when I was listening to Jay Z and he said something dope and I screamed, "Herh, I love Jay Z" the track is off osei's collection o...

Psalm 49 Hear this, all ye people; give ear, all ye inhabitants of the world...  Last post of the "notes from the Nsawam street" series And it goes like this I recall all alone life and family and a portion of the most exceedingly awful times throughout my life and how I have survived and been honored by God. Genuine! it frequently hasn't been a luxurious situation, life has been hard and even brutal, awful and weepy but then here I am applauding God for even those horrendous times. Likely one of the hardest things to overcome is the demise of a kid or mate, most importantly a loved one – The nearest I have gone to that frightfulness is the passing of my Gradma. It had such a lamentable impact on my Mum and Dad and to the day they kicked the bucket they always remembered her and we as a whole grew up realizing that a catastrophe of gigantic extents had happened to our family. We were perusing only today in Psalm 49 of how demise finds everybody nobody i...

You would need to be psychic or one fortunate player to anticipate that what began as an exhausting routine ride, creeping our way through Tema's morning surge hour movement, would deteriorate into an overflowing of torment, and smothered chuckling. On the radio, a Member of Parliament was announcing how he is so miserable for the fate of Ghana just in light of the fact that the "Muntie 3" were imprisoned, in the wake of accepting a command to go to parliament to serve the enthusiasm of his town/town. No one expected it when a carpenter, one column behind me everything except drizzled curses on the poor administrator's head. The man was shaking in fury as he continued to spread all government officials from the same manure can. He said he was through with governmental issues. Another fails miserably. It would appear the sheer totals being coasted effortlessly were turning his head in circles, and after coming to snapping point, made him retch out a surge of unpr...