Latifah

@Mzz_Funke

Radio Producer. Lover of Arts & Sports esp. Manchester United #AreaGang #Pluzz899

Accra

Joined July 2015

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Sir Lomo 🇬🇧

@_DrLomo

18 days ago

Letter to KSS... valid tho cos Eri for actually watch some things she dey talk although it's content she's creating 🤦🏽‍♂️... the feminists vex waa

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World Health Organization (WHO)

@WHO

6 months ago

January is cervical cancer awareness month! Did you know? Cervical cancer could be the first cancer EVER in the world to be eliminated, if: 9️⃣0️⃣% of girls are vaccinated 7️⃣0️⃣% of women are screened 9️⃣0️⃣% of women with cervical cancer receive treatment #EndCervicalCancer

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Fentuo Tahiru Fentuo

@Fentuo_

over 1 year ago

Ode to Nana Konadu Agyeman-Rawlings (It's long, so bear with me) Where I come from, Vamboi, a tiny village just outside of Tumu in the Upper West Region, to have a boy as your first child was considered a big blessing. Above all other things, your worth as an asset was going to be determined by how much you contributed as a farmhand. For starters, I had to do errands – fetch water, bring a cutlass, herd the cattle, this and that – as soon as I could steadily place one foot in front of the other. It was pretty much the same for every family. But some of that changed, quite significantly, in 1991, when the 31st December Women’s Movement (DWM) put up the village’s very first school, a Day Nursery. Suddenly, there was a fresh incentive for parents to consider the prospect of formal education. It wasn’t so straightforward, as some needed persuasion to enroll their wards, even fathers – the sole decision-makers, traditionally, in what is very much a patriarchal society – were urged to volunteer a child each towards assembling the inaugural batch of pupils. And that included my father, who, at the time, had just one child. Surely, he had every reason not to heed that call – and Lord knows there were more than a few who tried to get him to decline – as, after all, others who had children in the tens could afford to send half of them to the school and barely feel the pinch on the farm. The odds were stacked against my father – and, thus, against me – but, ultimately, he made the difficult decision to take me to school. I was I made it just in time for the day of the school’s commissioning, an occasion to be graced by no other personality than the then First Lady of Ghana – who doubled as Founder of the DWM – Nana Konadu Agyeman-Rawlings. With a nursery full of children, and a charge to put on a proper show, the teachers got to work, teaching us basic nursery rhymes. I was quite good at those. And that, perhaps, was where my lifelong interest in the English language began. I was one half of a duo picked to perform those well-rehearsed rhymes for the sufficiently impressed First Lady and her entourage; Nuratu, a cousin, was the other. It is, till date, my most vivid recollection of my otherwise unremarkable childhood. I remember the reaction after I was done performing ‘A Lion’. I was no older than five years, yet I could see that everyone present – my beaming father, especially – was really proud of me. Oh, there were people from neighbouring villages as well. The atmosphere was almost like what you could expect to feel at a political rally. And maybe it really was, unofficially, some sort of rally. The general elections, Ghana’s first since mid-1979, were coming up the very next year, and Mrs. Agyeman-Rawlings’ husband, Flight Lieutenant Jerry John Rawlings, was reportedly eyeing a transition from military dictatorship to becoming the first democratic president of Ghana’s soon-to-be-born Fourth Republic. Mind you, I have only come to appreciate all this history years later, only with the benefit of hindsight, of course. What I did know for a fact back then, though, was that this event presented me with a first opportunity to see a 4×4 vehicle. Lots of them. And I sat in one, beside the then First Lady. Mrs. Agyeman-Rawlings took Nuratu and myself in her car after the programme and proceeded to ‘campaign’ in other parts of the district, before bringing us back to our village. The joy of that ride lasted a fair few days, before all that joy was replaced by creases on my rather prominent forehead – and for good reason. We had been told the day’s events would be on national television not long afterwards, hence, each evening found us gathered around Mr. Dintie’s battery-powered TV, hoping to catch the news item and bask in the glow of it. Yet weeks passed with nothing in sight, and my father – every bit as disappointed as myself – eventually stopped taking me on those news-watching, thrill-seeking visits. The first day we didn’t show up, as fate would have it, was just the day the news report we had so eagerly sought, aired on Ghana Television (GTV). Some of the older folks had sent one of my cousins running to our house to inform my father about the ongoing broadcast, sending us running almost immediately in the opposite direction. We couldn’t get down there soon enough, however; by the time we arrived, breathless yet full of spirit, the focus of the news broadcast had shifted. I had missed out on a chance to see myself on television. I didn’t know it then, but I would spend much of my adult life in the news – more specifically, chasing the news and telling the world about it. Maybe, sub-consciously, my career path was determined by that episode, as I continuously pursue the news. I have always enjoyed watching the news every evening. While every kid always seemed to crave something else on TV, the news was all I ever wanted to see. I loved the news. The vicarious satisfaction my father felt while I took the stage, stayed with him for quite a while, long after the fanfare had dissipated. He needed no more convincing that my place was not on the farm, but in school. The original idea was to take me away from school once the Konadu fanfare was over. But now, he saw that my future lied in the classroom, and so he kept me there, and the rest, as they say, is history. And none of this would have been possible without that singular initiative from Mrs. Rawlings. I have never had the opportunity to thank her or give her this personal testimony. But I know people who know her, will send her this piece. I am grateful. I am telling this story as a reminder to everyone that a programme aimed at expanding access, is always a laudable idea. Those 31st December Women's Movement Day Cares were crucial interventions, same as a programme such as Free SHS. They may not be perfect, but you cannot deny that they give kids like myself a chance at getting an education and influencing a whole community. So, to Mrs. Rawlings, thank you again. By the way, I am still searching for that news item from 1991. If anyone knows how or where to look, point me in that direction. ---Fentuo Tahiru Fentuo

Fentuo_'s tweet photo. Ode to Nana Konadu Agyeman-Rawlings (It's long, so bear with me)

Where I come from, Vamboi, a tiny village just outside of Tumu in the Upper West Region, to have a boy as your first child was considered a big blessing. Above all other things, your worth as an asset was going to be determined by how much you contributed as a farmhand.

For starters, I had to do errands – fetch water, bring a cutlass, herd the cattle, this and that – as soon as I could steadily place one foot in front of the other.

It was pretty much the same for every family.

But some of that changed, quite significantly, in 1991, when the 31st December Women’s Movement (DWM) put up the village’s very first school, a Day Nursery.

Suddenly, there was a fresh incentive for parents to consider the prospect of formal education.

It wasn’t so straightforward, as some needed persuasion to enroll their wards, even fathers – the sole decision-makers, traditionally, in what is very much a patriarchal society – were urged to volunteer a child each towards assembling the inaugural batch of pupils.

And that included my father, who, at the time, had just one child.

Surely, he had every reason not to heed that call – and Lord knows there were more than a few who tried to get him to decline – as, after all, others who had children in the tens could afford to send half of them to the school and barely feel the pinch on the farm.

The odds were stacked against my father – and, thus, against me – but, ultimately, he made the difficult decision to take me to school. I was

I made it just in time for the day of the school’s commissioning, an occasion to be graced by no other personality than the then First Lady of Ghana – who doubled as Founder of the DWM – Nana Konadu Agyeman-Rawlings.

With a nursery full of children, and a charge to put on a proper show, the teachers got to work, teaching us basic nursery rhymes.

I was quite good at those. And that, perhaps, was where my lifelong interest in the English language began.

I was one half of a duo picked to perform those well-rehearsed rhymes for the sufficiently impressed First Lady and her entourage; Nuratu, a cousin, was the other. It is, till date, my most vivid recollection of my otherwise unremarkable childhood.

I remember the reaction after I was done performing ‘A Lion’.

I was no older than five years, yet I could see that everyone present – my beaming father, especially – was really proud of me. Oh, there were people from neighbouring villages as well. The atmosphere was almost like what you could expect to feel at a political rally.

And maybe it really was, unofficially, some sort of rally.

The general elections, Ghana’s first since mid-1979, were coming up the very next year, and Mrs. Agyeman-Rawlings’ husband, Flight Lieutenant Jerry John Rawlings, was reportedly eyeing a transition from military dictatorship to becoming the first democratic president of Ghana’s soon-to-be-born Fourth Republic.

Mind you, I have only come to appreciate all this history years later, only with the benefit of hindsight, of course.

What I did know for a fact back then, though, was that this event presented me with a first opportunity to see a 4×4 vehicle. Lots of them. And I sat in one, beside the then First Lady.

Mrs. Agyeman-Rawlings took Nuratu and myself in her car after the programme and proceeded to ‘campaign’ in other parts of the district, before bringing us back to our village.

The joy of that ride lasted a fair few days, before all that joy was replaced by creases on my rather prominent forehead – and for good reason.

We had been told the day’s events would be on national television not long afterwards, hence, each evening found us gathered around Mr. Dintie’s battery-powered TV, hoping to catch the news item and bask in the glow of it.

Yet weeks passed with nothing in sight, and my father – every bit as disappointed as myself – eventually stopped taking me on those news-watching, thrill-seeking visits.

The first day we didn’t show up, as fate would have it, was just the day the news report we had so eagerly sought, aired on Ghana Television (GTV).

Some of the older folks had sent one of my cousins running to our house to inform my father about the ongoing broadcast, sending us running almost immediately in the opposite direction.

We couldn’t get down there soon enough, however; by the time we arrived, breathless yet full of spirit, the focus of the news broadcast had shifted.

I had missed out on a chance to see myself on television. I didn’t know it then, but I would spend much of my adult life in the news – more specifically, chasing the news and telling the world about it. Maybe, sub-consciously, my career path was determined by that episode, as I continuously pursue the news.

I have always enjoyed watching the news every evening. While every kid always seemed to crave something else on TV, the news was all I ever wanted to see.

I loved the news.

The vicarious satisfaction my father felt while I took the stage, stayed with him for quite a while, long after the fanfare had dissipated.

He needed no more convincing that my place was not on the farm, but in school. The original idea was to take me away from school once the Konadu fanfare was over. But now, he saw that my future lied in the classroom, and so he kept me there, and the rest, as they say, is history.

And none of this would have been possible without that singular initiative from Mrs. Rawlings. I have never had the opportunity to thank her or give her this personal testimony. But I know people who know her, will send her this piece. I am grateful.

I am telling this story as a reminder to everyone that a programme aimed at expanding access, is always a laudable idea. Those 31st December Women's Movement Day Cares were crucial interventions, same as a programme such as Free SHS. They may not be perfect, but you cannot deny that they give kids like myself a chance at getting an education and influencing a whole community.

So, to Mrs. Rawlings, thank you again.

By the way, I am still searching for that news item from 1991. If anyone knows how or where to look, point me in that direction.

---Fentuo Tahiru Fentuo

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Abdulai Tajudeen 🦁💫 @TajudeenGh

11 months ago

We are live 😎 #StillWeRise #GodIsTheReason https://t.co/jfDQWidmpN

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Cindy Noir✨ @thecindynoir

about 1 year ago

I had a VERY naive perception of DV until I interned at a DV shelter. Babes I’m TELLING YOU, if you think DV is a black and white situation, you don’t know shit about DV. DV lives and thrives in the gray.

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Latifah @Mzz_Funke

about 1 year ago

@kofihayford233 Happy Birthday Kofi, may God continue to bless you 🎂🎈

Latifah @Mzz_Funke

about 1 year ago

@Ayisha_Yakubuu @oluwaflojo 🤝😂

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miss forson @lydiaforson

over 1 year ago

This is not just history—it’s HER-STORY. Here’s to breaking barriers and paving the way for generations to come! 🇬🇭 @NJOAgyemang

lydiaforson's tweet photo. This is not just history—it’s HER-STORY.

Here’s to breaking barriers and paving the way for generations to come! 🇬🇭

@NJOAgyemang https://t.co/Ln2uuWrORh

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KALYJAY

@gyaigyimii

almost 2 years ago

THE BIG PLENTY 🇬🇭✊🏾❤️ I don’t know where to start, but I would like to say a big thank you to the youth of this country. You walked the talk. Thank you to everyone who joined this campaign in one way or another. From the donations, graphic designs, jama boys, organizers, drivers, volunteers, media, photographers, creatives, and everyone involved—thank you all. Sadly, we are not done. We have a long way to go. But we should be proud; we have all started something that will go down in history forever. Let’s keep pushing for our friends, family, and loved ones who are still in custody to be released—Ama Governor, Oliver, Ralph, Cedric, Amofa, Vera, Glenn, and everyone else. That is the core of this campaign. The next step is to fight for the ban on illegal mining. We need to save our water bodies. To me, this campaign has no leader. We are all in this together. History taught us about the Big Six, but our children will hear of the Big Plenty because we plentyyy, and we are doing this together, lol. This should be a movement that goes beyond one person or a group of people. We should own it and keep it running till the end of time. We must create a system where our leaders work for us. We’ve been passive for far too long. Once our citizens are freed and illegal mining is banned, we can collectively push for other basic needs, one step at a time—streetlights, traffic lights, well-equipped hospitals, schools, jobs, and so much more. We have a lot to do, but we have to start somewhere. We can all belong to political parties or support individuals in politics, and that’s okay. But let’s create a system where common sense, empathy, and patriotism are placed ahead of political parties and groups. Let’s create a country where we are free to criticize our leaders and hold them accountable. To past, current, and future governments, to NDC, NPP, CPP, PNDC, New Force, Movement for Change, and the other political parties and leaders—this is a message to you: if you touch one of us, you touch us all. We deserve better. A strong wind is blowing. You owe us a better country, a better future, and a better legacy. Thank you, Joshua Boye-Doe (Kalyjay) A Ghanaian. - FreeTheCitizens #FixTheCountry

gyaigyimii's tweet photo. THE BIG PLENTY 🇬🇭✊🏾❤️

I don’t know where to start, but I would like to say a big thank you to the youth of this country. You walked the talk. Thank you to everyone who joined this campaign in one way or another. From the donations, graphic designs, jama boys, organizers, drivers, volunteers, media, photographers, creatives, and everyone involved—thank you all.

Sadly, we are not done. We have a long way to go. But we should be proud; we have all started something that will go down in history forever. Let’s keep pushing for our friends, family, and loved ones who are still in custody to be released—Ama Governor, Oliver, Ralph, Cedric, Amofa, Vera, Glenn, and everyone else. That is the core of this campaign. The next step is to fight for the ban on illegal mining. We need to save our water bodies.

To me, this campaign has no leader. We are all in this together. History taught us about the Big Six, but our children will hear of the Big Plenty because we plentyyy, and we are doing this together, lol. This should be a movement that goes beyond one person or a group of people. We should own it and keep it running till the end of time. We must create a system where our leaders work for us. We’ve been passive for far too long.

Once our citizens are freed and illegal mining is banned, we can collectively push for other basic needs, one step at a time—streetlights, traffic lights, well-equipped hospitals, schools, jobs, and so much more. We have a lot to do, but we have to start somewhere.

We can all belong to political parties or support individuals in politics, and that’s okay. But let’s create a system where common sense, empathy, and patriotism are placed ahead of political parties and groups. Let’s create a country where we are free to criticize our leaders and hold them accountable.

To past, current, and future governments, to NDC, NPP, CPP, PNDC, New Force, Movement for Change, and the other political parties and leaders—this is a message to you: if you touch one of us, you touch us all. We deserve better. A strong wind is blowing. You owe us a better country, a better future, and a better legacy.

Thank you,
Joshua Boye-Doe (Kalyjay)
A Ghanaian. -
FreeTheCitizens #FixTheCountry

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THE TORCHER

@stonebwoy

almost 2 years ago

As we touch the streets to advocate for the better.. As we walk in the spirit footsteps of the Great ancestors that led us to freedom once upon a time. May our blood sweat and tears not remain vain… So we implore Gov’t or leadership ( incoming or outgoing ) to Just validate our struggles by showing detailed plans on how to tackle the very pressing issues, such as “GALAMSEY” that face us as Ghanaians and RIGIDLY COMMIT to it. Not forgetting the deplorable state of the korle bu mortuary, amongst many others.. #StopGalamsey #OneGhana #OnePeople #GodBlessGhana🇬🇭 #JEJEJERE

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#BoysLivesMatter

@KobbyKyei_

almost 2 years ago

River Pra Meets the Sea 🇬🇭💔😢 #StopGalamseyNow

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Latifah @Mzz_Funke

almost 2 years ago

@idjscooby Elite 👌

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Latifah @Mzz_Funke

almost 2 years ago

Bob Marley, Prince & Amy 😊

Pigeons & Planes

@PigsAndPlans

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Yaa Sarpomaa @ysarpomaa

almost 2 years ago · Accra

Help Beatrice gets breast cancer surgery Bank Details Bank : Ecobank Account Name : Yaa Sarpomaa Poakwa Account Number: 1441001934179 Branch: Takoradi Name: Black Pepper Bistro Mobile Number : 059 894 0841 Ref: Beatrice /breast cancer/ surgery

Mzz_Funke retweeted

The Olympic Games

@Olympics

almost 2 years ago

This is everything.

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Charlotte Clymer 🇺🇦

@cmclymer

almost 2 years ago

Hi, Ms. Coffindaffer, I assume you're offering this all in good faith. So, a few quick notes: 1. You got the betting odds reasoning reversed. The better the odds for an athlete winning, the lower they yield for bettors. Ms. Khelif, for example, currently has -500 odds on Fanduel. That means a bettor has to wager $5 on her in order to make $1. The question becomes: would you put down $500 to make $100? Some folks would, but it's pretty risky. It's even riskier when you consider that the odds are likely inflated due to the incomplete reporting on Ms. Khelif over the past several days. That brings me to my second point. 2. Ms. Khelif has a 42-9 record. She has lost previously to nine other women. Nine. That includes a loss to Amy Broadhurst of Ireland in the World Boxing Championships, who is among the women defending Ms. Khelif against these horrid accusations. Nine times she's lost to other women in the ring. Think about that. 3. There has been no evidence presented that Ms. Khelif has XY chromosomes, but a woman having XY chromosomes does not mean she's a man. Contrary to what I think most of us were taught in 6th grade biology, there are women with XY chromosomes and men with XX chromosomes. There is also no evidence that Ms. Khelif has differences in sexual development (DSD) or Swyer's Syndrome or any other condition that may present her chromosomal status as having substantially "male" sex characteristics. That brings me to the fourth point. 4. Ms. Khelif was disqualified by the IBA last year in incredibly murky circumstances. The IBA refused to be transparent about their testing methodology, which, in itself, is bonkers. Her disqualification just so happened to come three days after she beat Russian boxer Azalia Amineva in the semfinals of the IBA Women's World Championship. The IBA has strong, documented ties to the Russian government. Its president, Umar Kremlev, is a Russian citizen. He also serves on the Executive Committee of Russia's boxing federation. After becoming its president in 2020, Mr. Kremlev moved IBA's operations to Russia and made Gazprom, Russia's state-owned energy company, its sole sponsor. Mr. Kremlev is an associate of Putin, which feels pretty redundant to state after all the above. All of this, plus a number of other concerns over corruption, led to the International Olympic Committee, last year, stripping IBA as an eligibility authority for the Paris Olympics. In response, Mr. Kremlev called IOC President Thomas Bach a "chief sodomite." Classy. That brings me to the fifth point. 5. Ms. Khelif's country, Algeria, is notoriously anti-LGBTQ. The rights of queer Algerians is abysmal. Are there non-LGBTQ Algerians who support equality? Of course, but the Algerian government does not. It is illegal to be transgender in Algeria. It is impossible for a trans woman to obtain an Algerian passport indicating her as female. Ms. Khelif would literally not be able to leave the country with a female passport if she were transgender, which she is not. Of course, this is further moot given that 1) Ms. Khelif's father has provided her birth certificate establishing she was assigned female at birth and 2) trans women are barred from competing in boxing at the Olympics. That brings me to my sixth point. 6. This isn't really about whether or not Ms. Khelif is a woman. It's about women athletes only being valid when they meet arbitrary standards of femininity as defined through the male gaze. Women athletes as varied as Serena Williams and Katie Ledecky--whom I think most of would agree are gorgeous (not that it should matter, of course)--have been targeted in the past by vile rumors that they aren't really women. Because they're too damn good and aspects of their bodies may not align with the absurd and arbitrary expectations of the male gaze. Women can be successful in the male gaze if, and only if, they please the male gaze. And even then, not really. That brings me to my final point. 7. Male athletes don't deal with this bullshit. When a man is stronger and faster, preternaturally gifted, has extraordinary biological deviations from the norm, he is celebrated and mythologized. When a male boxer KOs their opponent in the first ten seconds of a bout, it is cause for adulation. When a woman does it, she is suspect. Sounds a lot like misogyny to me. Of course, Angela Carini, the Italian boxer whom Ms. Khelif defeated in that bout that launched this whole controversy, recognized this within a day of the match. She said: "All this controversy certainly made me sad, and I also felt sorry for my opponent, she had nothing to do with it and like me was only here to fight... It was not intentional, in fact I apologize to her and to everyone. I was angry, because my Games had already gone up in smoke. I have nothing against Khelif and on the contrary if I happened to meet her again I would give her a hug." I'm gonna leave it there. Ms. Coffindaffer, if you'd like to risk $500 to win $100 on all this controversy and disinformation surrounding Ms. Khelif, you're welcome to do so. But it seems like a wobbly bet.

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