Please work from home, skip class and have a glass of champagne. It’s my birthday.
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AMERICA, YOU ARE NEXT 🇺🇸
I’m incredibly honored to be joining the speaker lineup at Social Fest 2026 in Texas alongside some of the world’s most influential creators, including Keith Lee, Aaron Parnas, and many more. African food on Global Stages❤️
Finally! A full video. When I got the invitation to do a full Ghanaian Food takeover at Snapchat hq, I couldn't believe it! But I knew exactly what to do in that moment . I am so grateful to Snapchat for the opportunity to showcase Ghanaian food culture ❤️🌟.
Moringa
It contains;
🌿 17 times more calcium than milk 🥛
🌿 2 times more protein than yoghurt 🍦
🌿 5 times more folic acid than beef🍖
🌿 5 times more zinc than pork 🥩
🌿 4 times more amino acid than eggs 🥚
🌿 7 times more Vitamin C than oranges 🍊…see more
Sometimes the biggest miracles start with a hammer and heart.
This is what change looks like. Before: Outdated and undignified. After: Modern, compassionate, restorative.
The Serwaa Amihere Foundation is proud to be the ones to refurnished the MALE GERIATRIC WARD OF THE ACCRA PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL, turning it into a healing environment.
Mental health deserves better.
Men’s mental health is also crucial
Huge thanks to all our sponsors:
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Join us tomorrow as I co host the Independence Dialogue Series . Rebuilding Ghana’s Economy, Entrepreneurship, Transparency and Accountability
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If I Die Before the New Year
If I die before the New Year,
please do not rush to make me sensible…
do not tidy me up, for comfort.
Tell the truth,
that I lived with my whole chest exposed,
in a world that prefers women armoured and covered up.
Tell them that I loved more than once,
and that each love marked me, with a red pen.
Tell them that one love taught me endurance…
how to stay,
how to hope on credit,
how to call patience a virtue,
even when it was slowly erasing me.
Tell them that I learned how to survive love…
how to negotiate longing,
how to soften my hunger,
so that no one would feel accused by it.
Tell them that another love arrived later…
after grief had rearranged my expectations.
It did not rescue me.
It recognised me.
And that frightened me more
than being left and neglected ever did.
Tell them that I wanted intimacy
that did not require me to shrink…
touch that did not apologise for desire…
love that could kneel with me,
undress me,
and still respect who I am.
If I die before the new year,
tell my children this gently:
I chose you,
in a season when choosing myself
was still controversial.
Your laughter steadied me.
Your questions slowed me down.
You taught me that leadership,
without tenderness,
is hollow noise.
Tell them that I tried to build a world
where they would not confuse silence with goodness,
or obedience with worth.
Tell them that I stayed…
because love is also an act of courage.
If I die before the new year,
say that I was ambitious…
not for applause,
not for titles,
but for transformation.
Say that I wanted rooms to shift
after I left them…
stories to change hands…
power to feel less hostile
to women who speak with clarity,
and softness,
in the same breath.
Say that ambition cost me sleep,
ease,
sometimes romance…
because vision is demanding,
and a woman with vision
is often asked to choose.
If I die before the new year,
say that I was tired
of being impressive.
Say that I wanted to be held and caressed,
without being useful.
Say that I believed in God, loved Him,
and argued with Him often…
say that faith did not spare me longing,
it sharpened it.
Say that I was still learning
how to want without apology,
how to leave without cruelty,
how to stay awake,
inside my own life.
Say that I was not finished…
And if I live beyond the new year,
let this poem be my witness.
That I will no longer confuse survival with living.
That I will no longer accept half-love
as a spiritual exercise.
That I will lead,
but not at the cost of my aliveness.
That I loved deeply.
That I wanted honestly.
That I stayed tender,
in a year that tested everyone.
And…
if you are being embraced by these words,
at the edge of your own threshold,
know this…
Staying is an act of courage too.
So is choosing joy.
So is beginning again… even if you are at the threshold of a new year.
(C) APIORKOR 2025
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