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CELEBRATING AFRICA WITH AFROBLOGGERS

I first discovered @AfroBloggers when Naa Takia tagged me in one of their tweets. 


I loved the account immediately. I get to exchange tweets with Bloggers all over Africa. It's a bit like +BloggingGhana 


One of my favorite things about the account is Wednesday Poetry Night. Trying to squeeze a poem into 140 characters is more +Naa Takia's thing than mine but I always give it my best shot.  


Celebrating Africa: 
It's amazing the number of languages in Africa. There almost no who has lived in Africa for more than 5 years who speaks just one language. In my neighborhood so many languages are spoken and somehow we get along perfectly.  

It doesn't matter where in Africa you go, the food tastes good and smells good. My nose is regularly assaulted by the aroma of food. 
It's a bit frustrating for me that when people talk about stories of Africa, it's always slavery, war, famine or some form of suffering. There's more to Africa than just that. 

So of course I had to write about Mansa Musa and his fabulous riches. 

And the Pyramids and their mysteries because what is more cliche than writing about ancient Egypt when talking about Africa. 
So thank you +Naa Takia for introducing me to Afro Bloggers and for nominating me: 
I nominate: 

+Daniel Kojo Appiah 
+Delalorm Semabia
+Joseph Yaw Frimpong 

+@KwameOh
+@Oddinarynana

And guys, if you don't follow Afro Bloggers, please do. They are an awesome way to meet new interesting Bloggers

This is how the award works:
  1. Once you are nominated, make a post titled CELEBRATING AFRICA WITH AFROBLOGGERS.
  2. Your post should share a brief on Afrobloggers and the work they are doing. Also thank and link  the person who nominated you.
  3. Celebrate Africa in the way you feel is more appropriate and in line with your blog”s overall theme.
  4. Nominate 5 -10 other bloggers who you feel are worthy of this award. Let them know they have been nominated by commenting on one of their posts. You can also nominate the person who nominated you.
  5. Ensure all of these bloggers are of African heritage.
  6. Lastly, COPY these rules in the post and include the link to this original post.

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