Lydia Oppong went to the trunk of her car and pulled out a simple batik dress and a pair of flip flips and stuffed them into a plastic bag. She strode confidently into the jail and approached the warden’s desk.
“I’m here to see my client,” she said addressing a sleepy looking man in a dark blue uniform. “Can you lead me to her?”
The warden looked her up and down slowly before speaking. He motioned at a lurking lieutenant near the exit door.
“Aboagye!”
“Yessah!”
“Bring the half-caste girl. Her lawyer is here.”
“Yessah!”
Lydia sauntered over to a wooden bench and sat, not waiting to be offered a seat. She was the type of woman who made herself comfortable, no …

 My BFFFL Nana Darkoa is a staunch feminist. We haven’t always seen eye-to-eye on everything, but she generally has a way of conveying her point convincingly. As a feminist, part of her dogma lies in the belief that the “person is political”, meaning everything we do as individuals is political in some way. I typically roll me eyes whenever this though is asserted. Why are feminists always making everything so bloody political, I think inwardly. Outwardly I would nod politely in response, just to avoid a potential confrontation. How very “unfeminist” of me; I know.
As Fate and Time have a funny way of doing, I have recently been forced to revisit this concept of personhood …

I have to confess, I have political ambitions. 2 years ago I thought maybe I should aim to be a Member of Parliament and work my way to being a Minister (I quite fancy being Minister for Information). The ultimate of course would be to run for President but as a person with dual nationality that office is out of my reach. I then started this blog (on a whim) and thought ‘I guess I can’t run for public office again’.
One of the strategies used to control women’s behaviour is labeling. So much import is placed by society on how a woman is supposed to act, and straying beyond certain parameters can lead to …