The Observer

Every year, the Catholic Church enters into a sacred marathon of rituals, the Triduum. For outsiders, the word “ritual” often carries suspicion, even ridicule. Critics dismiss them as outdated or mysterious, forgetting that these practices have carried the Church through centuries. Yet for those who live them, these rituals are not relics of superstition but living traditions that embody service, …

By Mawuena Quist I perceive time running but who’s chasing it? I lose count even when I stand gazing at it And I have been here standing for so long, I don’t remember what I came here for. A little bit of love, a lot of broken hearts. All perpetual smiles but the latter a facade. Strong standards and alluring …

By: Petra Powell, Michelle Ackon, Sampson Anfako and Oforiwa Forson (Students of St. Francis of Assisi Schools, Anaji-Takoradi) Edited by The Observer He asked her what she wanted to do in the future. Confused, she mentioned a profession no graduate would ever consider: she wanted to be a potter. Sometimes she wondered why that idea lingered in her mind. Perhaps …

“Never judge a book by its cover, but by its content” is a truly apt phrase. When you encounter someone with in-depth knowledge, it is not by their appearance but by their speech. You can only measure their worth when they speak. It is always a delight when you encounter such a mind. One of these encounters that happened recently …

By: Naa Doodua Doodua (Little Observer) In Elmina’s heart, the faithful came, clothed in kente, proud of name. Tradition wrapped in colours bright, A solemn worship, a joyful sight. The priest and people, side by side, With voices strong, with hearts of pride. The anthem rose, both smooth and grand, Like ocean waves upon the sand. From youth to elder, …

When the late Sir John of the New Patriotic Party suffered an electoral defeat and made the poignant declaration to “fear delegates,” I initially found it perplexing. However, my understanding crystallised recently when I observed a fiercely contested election among basic school students of St. Francis of Assisi School, Anaji-Takoradi. The event mirrored my own experiences, igniting within me the …

I often sat quietly whenever she came to visit our mutual friend. It wasn’t because I was an introvert, nor was it because I struggled with the language they spoke. In fact, I speak the King’s language quite fluently, so communication was never a barrier. I simply believed in minding my own business. To me, it felt impolite to insert …

I never knew love could be this beautiful until I met her. It happened at the lowest point of my life, when everything seemed to collapse around me. My previous relationship had ended after I lost my job, and the weight of failure left me convinced I would remain alone. Life grew so difficult that I often skipped meals, surviving …

In life, we never know who might be there to lend a hand when times get tough. Someone we see as powerless or inferior today could become a source of help or influence tomorrow. All too often, people, especially those in positions of authority, mistreat those beneath them, forgetting that the world is ever-changing and that how we treat others …

Life always offers us the opportunity to choose what best suits us, presenting a myriad of paths that we can take. Our choices, whether they are big or small, define our personality, and in turn, our personality tells the world who we are. We can choose to live a fake life, masking our true selves and deceiving everyone around us, …