Executive Director

My Story

It was one fine evening around 7 pm on a Thursday. Mma Ramatu, popularly called Erinya (our mother) was preparing shito for the next day’s waakye.

The night, I did not go to sell kerosene so I sat beside her, observing the lamp light, when I suddenly told her:

“Erinya, ai ga kwai sukuu.” (“Our Mother, I will go to school.”)