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The life and legacy of late renowned Ghanaian author Ama Ata Aidoo in a Panel Discussion

The Toyin Falola Interviews, in Partnership with Pan-African Writers’ Association (PAWA) will have a Panel Discussion on Ama Ata Aidoo with distinguished panelists: Ashraf Aboul-Yazid, Bisi Adjapon, Dr. Akwasi Aidoo, and Prof. Peter Amuka, on the life and legacy of Ama Ata Aidoo, the late renowned Ghanaian author, poet, playwright,

Celebrating Eid in Glasgow

When I went to live in Europe for three years for the first time in my life I had contradicting feelings. I was so excited but at the same time, as an Arab and a Muslim, I was worried. I had a lot of fears: will I be accepted? Shall I face any racial attacks? What about discrimination? I am not alone. I have kids that will have to go to

Machine Intelligence and Human Emotion

Some funeral organizing companies in China are offering the possibility of virtual interaction with deceased individuals during their funerals, relying on artificial intelligence. These companies allow their clients to stay virtually connected with departed loved ones by creating virtual replicas of them using AI technology. One such company,

I have returned to you

In the depths of the primitive night, when tranquility seized the place, and calmness wore the cloak of time. The pleasant darkness of the night, mingled with the serenity of the moon, became so gentle - how to describe it when it was dispelled by the moonlight, forming a painting in itself framed behind nature amidst olive groves. There are

Five Loaves of Bread

Her back's curve, emanating from the darkness of her solitary room into the stairwell, cast a beautiful awe into my soul. Her slow, elderly, majestic steps made me gently bend, extending my hand as if I feared it might break. Then, spontaneously, I gently patted the arch of her forward-leaning back. When she lifted her face to mine, she