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#MemoirsFromTamale: KAWULA!

The first word I learnt was Kawula, taught by Gombilla the poet. It means how are you and you'd respond "alefia"

When I arrived in Tamale, almost everyone  that smiled at me was asked Kawula and they'd laugh at my pronunciation and correct me, but unfortunately, I never seem to get it right. You can't blame me, can you? It's like an Ewe or Ga man trying to speak twi perfectly... Almost impossible

Stepping out of the soccer center after watching a match with guys only, I concluded that, the men aren't as violent as they'd been portrayed to me. Throughout the match, I heard no abusive language, after the match there was no exchange, everyone expressed their views, opinions, displeasure and joy in the most calm way not typical of men I'd seen in Accra. And within few minutes, everyone had sat on their bikes and ridden off.

Stepping out of the glorious and loving embrace of the people from the church, I concluded that, in terms of church hospitality, …

#MemoirsFromTamale: TAMALE LIKE AFRICA

We were told of a land where it's people lived as savages, tearing one another up in conflicts upon conflicts. We heard of how poverty stricken they were and constantly asked to pray for them. As if prayer without works was the solution they needed.
Overtime, this narrative, though may have happened, seems to have become as permanent as an indelible mark a perception, that is just too hard to clean. 
But good news is, efforts are being made to change the narratives of this beautiful land. It may not be with a Black Panther story but it's going to be through sharing amazing experiences from this land which will make you say "Damn! Wakanda life am I living if I'm not visiting this place?" and you're going to mark it a "to do before I die" thing. 
Tamale, like Africa has had it's fair share of gross misconceptions about it's people and the town as a whole. But the story is changing and people are beginning to see that it's not what they te…