I might not be the smartest person in the room so forgive me for exhibiting knowledge gaps. I suffer quietly, trying to make sense of nonsense. You probably do too. Here are just three of the things which don’t make sense to me. What are yours?

On May 22, 2007, Danny Whyte, the most compelling disease fighter and leukaemia (cancer of the blood) crusader of our time said his good bye.

Ghana is blessed.

Wanted: a national expense voucher of meetings!

Would some of you folks who hover around, work directly with, and have the ears of my President – His Excellency John Agyekum Kufuor – pass on this letter to him.

There are too many quite cold graves scattered throughout this country of people who died of diseases they didn’t have to die of but they died any way. Meanwhile, diseases remain taboo subjects in our land. Today, this column pays a visit to one of such diseases, prostate cancer – a silent killer that continues to steal our men in the prime of their lives.

We have experienced power outages – on-off; off-off-on; off-on-off-on-off-off! Some of us go for weeks, even months without a drop of water flowing through our pipes.

There’s something I liked about Robert Mugabe. I believed that his defiance against the world’s powerful was just.

Flashback: third week of February 2008. A certain guest paid a three-day visit to my home. Just before his departure, I found an envelope on my harmattan-dusty table. I opened it and pulled out a hurriedly written note, penned in my guest’s scratchy handwriting.

The ‘Nana Factor’ that holds the leader as lord and master is a firm part of officialdom on our shores. Not surprisingly, this tendency finds its way into speech delivery.