Poem by Cyprian Naabil (Ciprin)

She wore a thousand faces just to hide her own

Empathy on her neck fed an empty soul

A confident woman, yet lost in her ways

I opened Pandora’s Box in a god of war and I’ll open it now

I need that power

You’re charming, in-depth deceptive

I love that

A sneak peek at your portraits gives me feels of a real Medusa

Yeah that’s your curse

GFA to hold maiden U-15 Girls Inter-Regional Challenge Cup at Prampram

The Ghana Football Association (GFA) will hold the maiden edition of the U15 Girls Inter-Regional Challenge Cup at its technical centre in Prampram – the Ghanaman Soccer Centre of Excellence.

The Association earlier this month announced that it will be establishing four new age group national teams each for boys and girls to complement the existing ones.

These new national teams will be for developmental purposes to serve as feeder teams for the competitive national teams.

President of the GFA who doubles as Chairman of the National Juvenile Committee, Mr. Kurt. E.S. Okraku, announced that the U15 Girls Inter-Regional Challenge Cup will be held in June, 2024 at Prampram.

The competition will provide a platform for the national team coaches to identify top talents for further development and progression into the appropriate age group national teams.

The Football Association already has the KGL U17 Regional Championship for boys and the U15 Regional Challenge Cup for girls will be the first of its kind in the country.

The new national teams will have U-16, U-18, U-19 and U-21 for Boys and U-16, U-18, U-19, U-21, and U23 for Girls.

The Association is keen on transforming women’s football and making it competitive across all levels, which will have a positive impact on the National teams.

Players from each of the age groups will progress to the relevant next level year after year as they will camp, train and play games locally and Internationally as part of their development.

Short Stories

Fisherman and wife(Final Part)

The man trembled with fear at every joint. Outside there was a terrible storm. Trees and mountains were shaking. The heaven was completely black, and there was thunder and lightning. In the sea he could see black waves as high as mountains, and they were capped with white crowns of foam. He said:

Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!
Flounder, flounder, in the sea!
My wife, my wife Ilsebill,
Wants not, wants not, what I will.

“What does she want then,” said the flounder.

“Oh,” he said, “she wants to become like God.”

“Go home. She is sitting in her piss pot again.”

And they are sitting there even today.