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  Zenith Bank (Ghana) Limited demonstrated its commitment to the promotion of educational excellence in Ghana by sponsoring, for the third time running, the award of Overall Best Candidate, West African Senior School Certificate Examinations for School Candidates, 2022. At the 2022 WAEC Distinction Awards ceremony, organised by the West African Examination Council (WAEC) on Thursday June 22, 2023 in Accra, the Managing Director and Chief Executive Officer of Zenith Bank, Mr. Henry Onwuzurigbo, presented Alex Opoku Manu, a former student of the St. James Seminary Senior High School in Sunyani, with a cash prize of GH¢30,000 and a laptop for being the Overall Best Candidate. “The achievement of Master Alex Opoku Manu is an attestation of extraordinary academic performance. The Bank’s decision to sponsor the award of Overall Best Candidate for the third year in a row is therefore in line with the Bank’s mission,” the MD said. “To continue to invest in the best people, technology and e...

By : Wishwell A Kwaku A young man asked his grandfather,  "Grandpa, how did you live in the past without technology . . . without computers without drones without bitcoins without Internet connection without TVs without air conditioners without cars without mobile phones?" Grandpa answered: "Just as your generation lives today . . . no prayers, no compassion, no respect, no GMRC, no real education, poor personality, there is no human kindness, there is no shame, there is no modesty, there is no honesty. We, the people born between the years 1930-1980, were the blessed ones. Our lives are a living proof." ¶ While playing and riding a bike, we have never worn a helmet. ¶ after school we did our homework ourselves and we always played in meadows until sunset ¶ We played with real friends, not virtual friends. ¶ If we were thirsty, we would drink frim the fountain, from the waterfalls, faucet water, not mineral water. ¶ We never worried and get sick even as we shared th...

🔴 Accra has made me believe things I doubted...  By    Wishwell A Kwaku   Last night, at about 18:30, I hired the services of a taxi driver to get to Osu.  Along the way I saw an old woman of about 75 years old who was walking alone with her cane . It was blowing dry and cold and it affected me so much that I asked the driver to drop her off where she was going before dropping me off at the destination. And that I was going to increase the judged rate. The driver parked near the old woman and I told her: "Mom, get in, we'll drop you off where you're going to."  She refused to come inside of the cab. I insisted until she finally agreed. After we gotten to where she lived, she went down in front of a mini estate and we left. Arriving to my destination I saw that the old woman had forgotten her walking cane in the cab. The next day I went to where she lives to return her cane. I got into the yard and I found a woman older than the one I helped the day before....

By    Wishwell A Kwaku    - July 18, 202 Heartbreaking. Shocking!  I operate a small drug store in a village that’s about 30-minute drive away from town. One fateful night, about 10 pm, when I was about closing for the day, a man, qualified to be described as “elderly” appeared from nowhere. “Are you closing?", the man queried. "Yes", I answered. "Not yet", he said, "I want you to draw my blood." "Draw your blood? For what exactly", I questioned. "I want you to draw my blood first and I will go home and bring my son for his blood to be drawn too", he said with all seriousness. "Please, tell me what exactly you want. It's late", I asserted impatiently.  The man sighed deeply and began to tell me his story. "I want to know if the boy is my real son. That's why I want you to take our blood and check for me. I will pay", the man revealed the matter that brought him. "I am sorry. I can't do it. I don...

By Wishwell A Kwaku Chapter 1 “Dustin, here is the divorce agreement prepared by Ms. Nicholson. All you need to do is sign them.” In the president’s office of the Quine Group, the secretary, Lyra Blaine, placed a piece of A4 paper on the table. A man sat opposite her, dressed in plain clothing. “Divorce? What do you mean?” Dustin Rhys was taken aback. “Do you not understand what I’m saying? Your marriage with Ms. Nicholson is over. You’re not even on the same level anymore. Your existence is nothing but a smear on the president’s reputation!” Lyra pulled no punches as she spoke. “A smear on her reputation?” Dustin frowned. “Is that how she thinks of me?” Back when they first got married, the Nicholson family was in ruinous debt. He was the one who helped them when they were at their lowest point. Now that they were rich, Dahlia Nicholson was ready to just kick him out. “Something like that.” Lyra poked her chin toward the magazine on the table. A photo of a beautiful woman was printed ...