Hello, my name is… never mind. I am the wife of the man whom God found favor with when he said in Genesis 6:7, “I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created—and with them the animals, the birds and the creatures that move along the ground—for I regret that I have made them.” I am Noah’s wife. All this while, I’ve been silent about my personal experiences during the days of the Ark Project. Today, I speak.

I should be the happiest woman to have ever lived. What else would satisfy one’s soul than to know and hear directly from the One Sovereign God that he’s found favour in your sight and decides to start the remarkably world changing revival through you? I mean, I was pregnant for God! Imma let that sink for a few seconds…

Ideally, I’m to give you a rundown of his successes in the Christian Music Industry and the number of awards he’s earned for harnessing his God-given crafts. Well, let me deviate then, just a little. I’ll tell you about Cwesi Oteng outside the limelight. Ready? Okay.

I couldn’t keep scrolling down without featuring this picture here. Who sees beauty intertwined with power and overlooks it… No!

You’ve seen Before & After photos on other social media platforms – I’m not talking about the no makeup against the makeup ones, I’m referring to the usual workout photos, celebrities’ photos of their physical and ‘vampirism’ changes within a number of years. Here’s one I decided to create with my friend and fellow blogger and model Laurie Fremong.

Back in the day, clothing and style was unconventionally representational – wow! I must be a grammar sage… 😆 !! “unconventionally representational” 🙄 .  On Sunday 24^th April, one of Ghana’s reputable fashion and style portal Auntie Oboshie, organized a showcase of the emergence of Ghanaian fashion throughout the years.

For the sixth time, I said yes to doing tons of work for no pay and being set free within 3-6months of preparation prior to the big day. That sounds more like indentured serving than bridesmaid duties.

I thought I was cool until I realized plants eat the sun and poop out air! I thought I was picky until I saw a dog hunt for a place to poop.

I want to fart again. It’s not like I’ve got a choice. That feeling of ease from my body every time I release the bubbly gas hiding within. I couldn’t help but smile as I felt my seat warming up in a step by step melody; I could almost control the beat – that was a few minutes ago.

The bitter taste of effort and the hot coal of input