Tag: Ghanian Culture


Ghana Party in the Park 2013

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It is that time again. The biggest gathering of Ghanians and people who love Ghana is Back – Ghana Party in the Park!

 

For a day filled with the rising smell of fried talapia, chofi, jollof rice and shitto or maybe you just want to azonto to some afrobeats or two step slow dance and dip to some high life, what ever your fancy, you need to be at Ghana Party in the Park

 

Me FiRi Ghana at Party in the Park:

This Year Me FiRi Ghana will be having all our clothing on sale, even our new designs! EVERYTHING must go as we get ready to release our new range…

 

We also want YOU to get involved and have your own designed inspire one of our new clothing pieces! So make sure you come to our stall full of ideas

 

Oh and we forgot to say, we are looking for a new Face of Me FiRi Ghana for our new clothing ranges, so guys come looking sharp and have your squints on smash, ladies, come along ready to be snapped looking naturally beautiful

 

Think Ghana. Think Me FiRi Ghana!

 

Party in the Park details:

WhenSaturday 3rd August 2013
WhereTrent Park, Cockfosters Road, Cockfosters, EN4 0PS
Time: 12 – Late
(This is a residential area; there is NO parking around the area. Please use public transport to get to the park.)

 

Attractions: Music / Food / Durbar of Chiefs / Cultural dancers / Bouncy castle/ Face painting/ fashion Show / Art & Craft / Networking / Competition / Dj’s & Mc’s

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Tickets info: 07733 791988 | 07779270727 | 07985718522 | 07944082813

Buy tickets here: http://ghanapartyinthepark.eventbrite.com

 

Weekly Insight: Ola the Poet – Man…

Man…

From their roots you will know them” I heard a man say to stylishly glowing lady. From experience he had seen the ins and outs of a temple he conquered prior to his new found philosophy.

Expressing that he knew all the fruits of the spirit. So when conversation took place his senses escaped to pollute the propaganda he had just heard.

A woman has the right to do as she pleases“. Being seen and not heard wasn’t her motto. Her forte was to pleasure. But her strong will devoured her into an equilibrium. She had told him that life was her teacher and through her faults she understood the perplexed man. A man she envisioned as the world. One who rapes your dreams and feeds you lies through a straw which you so happily drink through.

Then I over-heard him say “you regurgitate what you have been spoon fed and you spit it back out with conviction. Feeling that nothing else could be the truth“. In a land where knowledge is power we believe that once applied we are in position to be great. Not knowing that your knowledge is restricted by those that produce the products you indulge in.

She looks at him as he preaches the laws of the Black Panther. Piercing his aura she tells him “by their roots you will know them”. Through Adam I know you. Man of the world I see you. Manipulating the ones who suffer painfully to carry you. I see you.

Man, the example of failed dreams and broken hearts, of eagerness and irresponsibility. The representation of the world we live in. “Man cannot be trusted“.

As he listened to her trembling voice and the passion that hailed from her, he realised that she wasn’t a woman that was to be seen and not heard. But a woman with a voice that must be heard. Amongst the midst in which two parallel worlds met. A sense of understanding and comfort reigned.

The realisation that both men and women can be heard coherently in a conducive environment was overwhelming.

By Ola the Poet