Joseph S. Salmawobil
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How My Mom Saved Me From the Galamsey Pits
Save for my mother, who went searching for me that afternoon, my destiny would have taken a very different turn. Like many of my counterparts growing up in a gold-rich community, I was drawn to the quick money of galamsey—a temptation strong enough to pull even the most promising students away from school. This is…
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FALAA PRICE – a poem by joseph s. salmawobil
In his black shorts and torn Arsenal jersey, He runs towards you, Breathing hard, but with great confidence. “iPhone15 Pro for sale, this one be falaa!” Hoping you’ll be convinced, To buy a device at a price six times below its market worth. Why? Why so cheap for something so rare, so high in demand?…
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Music Has No Meaning Now- In Memory of Daddy Lumba
“Music has no meaning now,” My friend posted with a heavy heart, When he heard Lumba had left this world. “Music has no meaning now.” But was its meaning tied to Lumba’s breath, Or have we lost the essence of an art? Music – an ancient craft, Woven through culture, religion, and tongue. In her…
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How the Kindness of Ghanaians Cost Me
I recently read that Ghana ranked 3rd globally in the World Generosity Report, an impressive feat that highlights how deeply rooted kindness and generosity are in our culture. But then I paused and wondered: Is our generosity always beneficial? Or does it sometimes do more harm than good? As someone who has personally suffered from…
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Empowered to Die – a very short story
It was two hours past noon on a very hot Friday in the harmattan season when loud noise from the house drew the attention of the entire neighbourhood. Neighbours and passersby gathered, alarmed—but none could enter the house. Aduko had locked the door inside and pocketed the key to “deal with” his wife….
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“I’m Just a Boy” – a poem
The poem expresses the struggles of young men facing societal expectations that compel them to hide their emotions and take on adult responsibilities prematurely. It highlights the pressures to succeed despite mounting challenges and the need for emotional support. Ultimately, it calls for empowerment and understanding to help boys thrive rather than succumb to despair.
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Will President Mahama Bite His Puppies to the Bones? – a wild thought
As the Frafra people say, “a mother dog does not bite her child to the bone,” the question that hangs in the air concerning John Mahama’s Promise to fight corruption is that, will he willingly fight the corrupt hard enough even when they share the same bed with him?
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Corrupt Christian Politicians: Who’s to Blame? The Church.
In a nation where majority identify as Christians, corruption remains a watchword. But who is to blame to the rot in society? For me, it’s the church, but before you rant for or against the church, hear me out. #ChristiansInPolitics #Corruption #Evangelisation
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Bloody Doorpost: Skipped by Grace – poem
On a dreadful night when death plagued the land of Egypt, only the blood of innocent lambs could save. This poem relives that experience of Passover in the light of Chrisg.
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When Did Christianity Become a Private Club? The lie of Hidden Christianity
Is Christianity merely a personal religion, or a private lifestyle? Should everyone around you know that you are a Christian? And how can you live out your faith openly without being perceived as judgmental or overbearing, especially since Jesus Himself warned against judging others? How can you salt of the earth without being too salty?
Joe Yapzor 