From Where I come

 By Amu Mawutoh This review has been sitting in my draft box for close to 10 days since I saw the show, Let's Talk about F69k. And it's not because I didn't like the show, far from that! I did enjoy it so much I was afraid the review would seem like I was paid to say nice things. But I finally decided to get it over with and to hell with what people thought. Besides if something  was done well in my country then of course I am going to shamelessly praise it. This review will walk you through the entire night in order of performances. Firstly let me comment that by the end of the show the first thought I had was that the arrangement of acts was spot on. Whether it was sheer good luck or not I cannot tell. I didn't ask the producer whether they had prior knowledge of the acts and arranged the performances to ensure audience didn't have an up-down-up-down experience.  Like a very good F69k, sorry I mean flight,  I was impressed with the way the show took us from forepl

There is no easy way to receive news of loss nor convey it. It could feel like a jab at your heart when the loss hits closer.  When my father's brother died,  the news was shocking,  unexpected, (not that anyone expects anyone to die, unless of course circumstances of age and grave illness are at play) and painful for me. My hands went to my chest as if to console my heart. This uncle was the easy-to-flow-with type,  always with a smile to give and a positive vibe around him. With the covid-19 situation from last year and years of not being in touch with him because he was occupied with work - always travelling, I heard - I had not seen him or spoken to him in ages. I just felt he was too young to die. But who is death ever giving prior notice to?  I scribbled what I felt, how I felt about such a man bringing his life journey to an end. I titled it Holding Hope. My faith makes me look at death as no end,  only a start of a more peaceful life than life on earth could ever give. Shal