CREATIVE STRANDS
In AD 2006 through to 2009, a friend and I enjoyed plantain chips sold on the streets of Accra. Between the same period, or even before then, a lot of sachet water 'pure water' businesses appeared and disappeared. Our 'fufu' has always known the terrible death of being cooked and pounded over and over again mixed with sweats. Since independence, our cocoa-gold economy has not seen any drastic change. Not even the black gold (oil) could change our import led economy. From my Village Republic to Accra and the few places I have been over the years, we've always celebrated Christmas practically in the same manner. Yet we've never stopped preaching the same old sermons whose flavours no longer affect our too stubborn souls. We've never stopped dancing to old tunes when there's nothing to dance about. We've never stopped copying or applying the old notes, when the rhythm of the time keeps changing. We've never stopped recit...