ASEPA exposes University of Ghana’s ‘fake’ 2020 polls

University of Ghana campus, Legon

The Alliance for Social Equity and Public Accountability (ASEPA) has called for disciplinary action against lecturers of the Political Science Department of the University of Ghana for publishing what they call fake 2020 polls in the name of the university.

At a press conference held at the university on Thursday, the Department said a research conducted by some leading lecturers from the university showed that the President will record a first round victory.

But, reacting to the latest development, ASEPA, in a statement written and signed by its Executive Director, Mensah Thompson, said the University of Ghana’s Political Science Department has not conducted any poll on the 2020 elections.

“The polls being launched today is sole handiwork of one Dr Owusu Mensah who has been contracted to publish a fake poll to hoodwink the public,” part of the statement read.

According to ASEPA, the situation has angered a lot of the lecturers of the Department who feel the name of the university and for that matter, the Department was being used for personal gains.

Read full statement by ASEPA below:

Press Statement by ASEPA on the Fake University of Ghana Polls by the Political Science Department- ASEPA Calls for Disciplinary Action Against Lecturers Publishing Fake Polls in the Name of UG


We have called you here to demonstrate how some lecturers at the Political Science Department of the University of Ghana have connived to launch fake polls clearly aimed at influencing the outcome of the 2020 Elections.

First of all, we want to State Categorically that the University of Ghana, Political Science Department has NOT conducted any polls on the 2020 elections.

The polls being launched today is sole handiwork of one Dr. Owusu Mensah who has been contracted to publish a fake polls to hoodwink the public.

Earlier this month, a Facebook post by one Edudzi Tamakloe suggesting that the Department has conducted some polls and was shelving it was brought to the attention of the department.

The department agreed to issue a rebuttal or disclaimer which was drafted.
The disclaimer was given to the Head of Department to issue on behalf of the department. The Disclaimer stated categorically that the Department has NOT conducted any polls this year.
The Head of Department failed to publish this rebuttal which had been agreed upon by the entire members of the Department and the letter drafted was on the 1st of November,2020.

Only for the same head of department who had written and signed those rebuttals to on the 24th November issue an invitation to members of the department that a survey has been conducted on the 2020 elections and they are invited to participate in the dissemination of the information.

This situation has seriously angered a lot of the lecturers of the department who feel the name of the University and for that matter, the department was being used for personal gains!

It is important to bring these issues currently happening at the Department of Political Science at the University of Ghana to the attention of the Media and for that matter the public because it borders on the integrity of the premier University of this country.

That individual members of the university can initiate research activity in a private capacity and want to hang the results in the name of the university.

Secondly, which serious academic institution would decide to publish a poll at this critical hour leading to a major election?

We believe that these actions by Dr Owusu Mensah and the Head of Department of the Political Science Department cannot go unpunished for attempting to bring the name of the university into public ridicule.

We demand that University Disciplinary Committee Commences immediate investigations into this matter and sanction lecturers who may be found complicit in this brute attempt to defraud the public.

We also preparing to petition the Criminal Investigations Department to launch criminal investigations into the matter since it is a classic case of Academic Fraud perpetuated by these lecturers.

Mystery: Man Deletes His Past Before He was Found Dead.

Captured on CCTV camera.

The Man Who Deleted His Past Before He Was Found Dead
In 2009, a man calling himself Peter Bergmann was found washed up on an Irish beach. Ten years later, police, journalists, and internet sleuths are still trying to work out what happened.
By Francisco Garcia
October 14, 2019, 10:27am

One June afternoon in 2009, a thin man dressed in black boarded a bus to Sligo, a small coastal town not far from the Irish border. Three days later, after a quiet weekend spent largely alone, the man was dead—his passing the first act of a mystery that has now baffled and compelled police forces, journalists, film-makers, and internet sleuths for over a decade.

The beginning of this story is the earliest known point of the man’s journey: Derry, in northern Ireland, where he boarded a mid-afternoon bus over the border to Sligo.


Arriving at 6:28 p.m. as the evening sun warmed the water of Sligo Bay, the man took a taxi to the center of town. In the years since, some have offered this as proof of his unfamiliarity with Sligo: to walk from the station takes just over ten minutes at an ordinary pace. That said, he did also have two bags to carry, and his graying hair and slight frame suggested he could have used the help.

The first hotel the man tried was full—it was a Friday night at the peak of the summer tourist season—but he had more luck at the Sligo City Hotel on Quay Street, where he paid for three nights upfront. Writing in the register, he put down his address as Ainstettersn 15, 4472, Vienna, Austria, which matched his Germanic accent. With the same pen he gave his name as Peter Bergmann. At no point was he asked for identification.

The next day passed without much incident. Bergmann made his way to the General Post Office at 10:49 a.m., where he bought eight stamps and some airmail stickers. He ran some errands around town and arrived back at the hotel to eat and take an occasional cigarette outside, keeping himself politely but firmly to himself.

On Sunday, in the early afternoon, he left the hotel for the town’s only taxi rank and asked to be taken to a quiet beach, where he could swim. The driver took his softly-spoken fare to Rosses Point, the peninsula known for its dramatic views, about 15 minutes away by car. On arrival, Bergmann got out, surveyed the vast blue expanse and seemed satisfied with the choice. Instead of disembarking as expected, he took the taxi immediately back to Sligo, where he settled into the groove of another evening alone.


Just after 1 p.m. on Monday, June 15, Peter Bergmann checked out of the hotel and deposited his key at reception. He left one of his original bags—a purple plastic “bag for life”—and what appeared to be a new black luggage case. He took a circuitous route to the bus station; at one point he stopped in the doorway of a shopping precinct and waited, poised like a man about to turn back. Instead, he made his way to the bus station and, on arriving, read notes on scraps of paper he’d picked out of his pocket, before tearing them up and depositing them in a nearby garbage bin. The bus departed at 2:20 p.m. to Rosses Point.

Later, it was established that up to 16 people had seen Bergmann on the beach that afternoon. He wasn’t trying to hide himself. They all remember a jovial, if formally-dressed, figure greeting the strangers who crossed his path.

The next morning, not long after 6 a.m., a local man and his son were jogging along the sand, amid the last remnants of a sea fog. They were the first to find the washed up body of a thin, middle-aged man with closely-cropped gray hair. Peter Bergmann was dead, but the mystery that has since surrounded his story was only just beginning.

peter bergmann cafe sligo

Ivisited Sligo for the first time on a Friday in May 2019. I’d flown to Dublin that morning and taken the three-hour cross-country train, passing field after field, town after town, before arriving at Sligo’s train station, directly above the bus station where Peter Bergmann arrived all those years ago. It was a fine day, so I let my feet direct me into town, past the full wall mural to WB Yeats, Sligo’s most famous advocate.

I made my way straight to the Sligo City Hotel. I wanted to start there, just as Bergmann had, but I couldn’t say exactly why. For the last year or so I have spent much of my working life covering cases of missing people in the UK and further afield. Their stories can sometimes tell us all sorts of things about the way we live now, about loneliness and pain. But they can often speak to nothing else than the missing person’s own private mysteries.


Peter Bergmann’s body had been taken to post mortem. He had been found naked, his clothes scattered across the shore. The pockets were empty. No money, no wallet, no forms of ID. It was quickly established that he’d drowned, though there wasn’t any hint of foul play. His teeth were in good condition, excluding a few fillings. It was his body that drew attention. It was battered and wrecked. The tests revealed advanced prostate cancer and bone tumors. He had suffered previous heart attacks and was missing a kidney. The toxicology report returned no evidence of medication in his system, despite the intensity of the pain he must have been suffering.

There are all sorts of ways we deal with the dead. Some are simple enough: their bodies are collected, identified, and put to rest with the minimum amount of fuss. They are the known deceased, with loved ones and mourners. Some, though, are trickier, and require exploration to make sense of.

It quickly became apparent that there was something strange about Peter Bergmann. The total lack of ID or belongings, and the fact that the labels of his clothes had been crudely hacked away with scissors. Authorities checked his address and found a vacant lot in Austria, while extensive searches didn’t reveal any “Peter Bergmann” who could possibly match the man’s description. The letters he posted from Sligo have never been traced.

As more days passed, the mystery mutated into something the police hadn’t really encountered before. Missing people were one thing; this was becoming something else entirely, almost supernatural in its intrigue.

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Peter Bergmann’s last days were pieced together by trawling through Sligo’s CCTV network. The shuffling, scrupulously-careful figure had left the hotel each day armed with his purple plastic bag, full, and returned with it empty. The hours in between were a mystery. It appeared that he had deposited his belongings in various garbage bins around the town, taking great care to avoid being picked up by surveillance cameras. Watching the snippets of available footage is an odd sensation, like watching a ghost move through the world of the living. The man who spent his last days as Peter Bergmann has never been identified.

On a Saturday afternoon in September 2019 I met with Detective Inspector Ray Mulderrig at Sligo Garda station. He is the third DI who has had ultimate responsibility for the Bergmann case. In 2009 it was John O’Reilly, who has since been promoted and moved to a different district. Mulderrig talked with precision, and politely corrected me when I asked if he was fascinated with Peter Bergmann. “We don’t get fascinated in cases,” he said. “They arrive to us and we deal with them.”

Mulderrig believes Sligo was no random choice of destination. “There seems to have been a purpose to it,” he said. “Everything he did seemed to have had a purpose, from cutting the labels of his clothes and all the rest of it. The question you have to ask is: Why Sligo? If you want a scenic place to die, you’re spoilt for choice across the west coast of Ireland, or even Scotland for that matter. Something must have brought him here, even if we’ve never been able to say what that was.”

Despite the dead ends and false starts, Mulderrig explained how many hours have been dedicated to the hunt for answers. Almost everything in their power has been attempted. They have conducted searches and chased down leads, no matter how far-fetched. They have Bergmann’s DNA, clothes, and remains. It is now a waiting game may go on forever. “I liken it to a computer that has gone into ‘sleep mode,’” he said. “When something new comes up, or someone credible comes forward, then we will move the mouse and it will spring back into action.”

The years have spawned all sorts of wild, mostly online theories. At the time of writing, I counted nine separate Reddit threads dedicated to the mystery of Peter Bergmann. Some posit he was an intelligence operative, or a gangster on the run from a shadowy organized crime group. Others, that he was trying to claim a life insurance policy for his loved ones.

One even suggests that the whole thing was an elaborate hoax, cooked up by Irish filmmaker Ciaran Cassidy—whose 2013 documentary The Last Days of Peter Bergmann was until recently some of the only media coverage of the case—as some kind of avant-garde comment on our macabre fascination with true crime. I asked Cassidy about this directly on Twitter and he responded a couple of minutes later. “It’s real,” he messaged back. “Welcome to the rabbit hole.”

peter bergmann cigarette

In September 2019 I met Treasa Nealon, writer of A Dream of Dying—a play telling the Bergmann story in reverse, which kickstarted my fascination with the case over three years ago.

It was early evening when we met at Sligo’s Riverside Hotel, and—after much back and forth on Twitter—I could finally ask how she came across the case. Despite growing up in a small town only a few miles from Sligo, Treasa had never heard of Bergmann before she wrote the play; she’d stumbled across him after searching for “unidentified missing people, west coast Ireland,” and had been unable to stop reading. The story seemed to stir something in her, empathy and creativity in equal measure.

“It’s too intrusive to say that ‘I wrote from his perspective.’ You can’t put thoughts in this man’s head,” she said. “But creating the backstory for him painted a picture for me, at least. I hope he had a nice childhood and a good life, though we can’t ever be sure. Everything he left us with is just so sad. To know that you’ve seen the play and it’s sparked something in you makes me happy, because I want him to be identified. Of course people want to know the answer, but he didn’t want to be identified. Maybe he thought no one would care, I don’t know.”

We talked over what we knew of the case. There were the cut up clothes and the ghostly room at the Sligo City Hotel. There was the grainy hotel CCTV footage showing the condemned man making his way to and from his final errands, the substance of which we can still only guess at. There is the documentary and play, as well as all the theories and speculations of the online sleuths, transforming the patchwork of concrete details into an intricate tapestry of conspiracy. Finally, there are those who were left behind, whoever they may be.

When someone is reported missing, we are used to seeing their grieving family and loved ones representing their concerns. Homemade posters are printed, campaigns are organized and coordinated. There will be someone there to carry the heartbreak long after police resources and media interest have run dry.

With Peter Bergmann, there are no loved ones that we know of, and only professionally concerned advocates pressing for answers. Instead of deep memory and grief, we have snatched recollections gleaned from a cluster of chance encounters. The taxi driver who remembers his courteous, softly spoken passenger. The people at the beach, who couldn’t have known they were witnessing the strange figure’s final moments. There are those that believe the initial hunt was aborted too soon. That somewhere, someone must remember or hold the key to his real identity. But despite the ongoing interest—buoyed by a recent Irish Times podcast about the case—Ray Mulderrig told me that no one has ever come forward with anything truly convincing.

“We have a standardized format that we follow for any missing persons investigation,” he explained. “Sometimes people just go missing for a short period of time. There are people who take their own lives in circumstances that mean we never recover the body. We had a missing person from here in 2008 who we suspected might have been murdered. We identified them eight years later with assistance from the Welsh police, through fingerprint technology. Bergmann is unusual. We don’t have a missing persons report and never have. No one has ever come forward to say that this could be my father, brother, or cousin.”

Peter Bergmann, the man who transformed himself into a ghost, is a threat to our expectations of what a missing persons case is supposed to look like. There is an unofficial spectrum that runs from an everyday vanishing, through to the cases that become myth, or are supposed to represent something broader than the sum of their own facts. People go missing all the time, for all manner of reasons. Of course, they may have been taken and come to harm. They may be lost to us forever, having chosen to leave their life behind.

In Sligo, every unsolved case is a matter of the same priority, and there are always several investigations going on at any one point, as Mulderrig explained: “[With a] long-term case like Peter’s, it’s exactly the same [as any other]. There are four of five long-term cases at the moment, including one woman from 2011, which we are treating as a murder inquiry. We go, we search, we look. And in some cases we never find the person.”

peter bergmann sligo

Every hour of every day sees someone reported missing in Ireland, at a rate of around 9,000 reports a year. According to figures compiled in 2015, the average length of time for a person to be officially listed as missing by gardaí is over ten years, while the oldest open case dates back to 1967.

In 2015, it was reported that no one could really say how many unidentified bodies were buried in Ireland or being housed in its morgues. Most missing persons cases are resolved within hours, or days, just as they are in the UK and around the world. The teenage runaway comes home, the vulnerable adult is located, things return to what they were before. But that is no excuse to neglect those who remain lodged out of sight. For every Peter Bergmann who grabs attention and headlines, there is a case like that of the male skull that was recovered at sea in February of 2006. Estimates placed him as between 25 and 45 when he died, and likely of North African descent. The skull had been in the water for less than a year. Interpol was contacted and a DNA profile circulated, though nothing has ever come back and the case remains shrouded in silence.

Peter Bergmann’s story takes all of this and flips it into something that feels both new and strange. We know that he chose it all, from his pseudonym to the place and time of his death. Perhaps his story was an extreme manifestation of taking back control. He was at the end of illness and wanted to die, so he did it, with a rare kind of premeditated thoroughness. There was a death sentence deep in his bones and heart, but the remainder of his time was his and his alone.

Before my second visit to Sligo I’d spoken with Tosh Lavery, an ex-Garda who’d spent 30 years in the Sub-Aqua unit, investigating some of Ireland’s most infamous murders and missing persons cases. Since his retirement at the start of the decade, he has worked with the families of missing people across the country to highlight their plight and drum up interest when it wanes. Tosh is a vocal advocate for the missing and has his own thoughts on Peter Bergmann. Solving the case is a moral issue, just as all missing persons cases are to Tosh. He told me how he much he hates the word “closure,” which crops up so often in any conversation involving the missing, Bergmann included.

“I don’t know what it means when people say that,” he told me over the phone. “Even if we find the person and get to the bottom of their story, it doesn’t mean that it makes up for all the ambiguity that people have had to live through.”

The more I thought about the man who called himself Peter Bergmann, the more I started to doubt the motives for my own search. He had tried to cover his identity so thoroughly that it would never be discovered. The forensic attention to the circumstances of his own death spoke of a man who didn’t want to be remembered, for whatever reason.

Did I, or anyone else, have the right to reject that statement of intent, in the name of curiosity. And what was it that I even hoped to find? Like Tosh, I questioned what closure could mean for Peter Bergmann. Does our urge to know outbid his right to be forgotten? There are many different answers, each with their own partial and unsatisfactory truth. But Peter Bergmann does not stand alone; his story made me think of another 21st century case that had gripped the frenzied attention of online sleuths and baffled law enforcement.

In September of 2001, a 25-year-old man checked into a motel in a village in rural Washington, using the pseudonym Lyle Stevik. His body was discovered several days later, with an immediate verdict of suicide. He had left a note and some petty cash, but had spent great pains obscuring his identity. As the years passed and leads grew cold, a dedicated community mushroomed around his memory, trying to crack the puzzle to a sad, sorry story.

In 2018, there was a breakthrough. DNA analysis led law enforcement to the man’s family, who had lost touch many years before his death. They had thought him alive, and that he had simply cut ties with them and left for a life far away from his beginnings. The family appealed for privacy and the specifics have never been released, at their request.

In my last few hours in Sligo, I did what I told myself I had to do, as I arrived at Rosses Point. It was shaping into a volatile Saturday afternoon. The sky was heavy, but the rain was light enough. I stood for a few minutes and felt my thoughts drift, staring at the whiteness of the water as it bled out into the Atlantic Ocean. I suppose I was trying to wonder what it must have felt like for the man who had called himself Peter Bergmann as he stood here, full of resolution and God knows what else, all those years ago. It was hard to shake what felt like an intruder’s guilt, bearing vigil at the carefully curated site of the unidentified man’s last moments. At a loss, I picked up some sand and let it stupidly flow through my fingers as the sun started to break out from the thick clouds overhead.

An Orphanage Needs your Support Urgently.

We humbly seek for a collaboration to aid in raising funds for the relocation of the Echoeing Hills Orphanage Home which is currently located on the Ashaley Botwe road.

The Orphanage Home has been given a notice to vacate its current location, which had been leased to them for the past 25 years.

They are therefore requesting for funding to enable them relocate by December, 2020.

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Rawlings’ Son Causes Traffic At Grandmother’s Funeral

Rawlings’ Son Causes Traffic At Grandmother’s Funeral

The mother of Former President, J.J Rawlings, Victoria Agbotui goes home today, October 24th, 2020.

The final funeral rites of Madam Victoria Agbotui is currently ongoing as family and sympathizers bid her farewell.

In a video that has surfaced on social media, a time was reserved for the family to file past the late Victoria Agbotui to show their last respect.

Rawlings, his wife, Nana Konadu Agyemang Rawlings, their two daughters and their son are spotted in a queue paying their last respect.

Apparently, Rawlings’ son Kimathi Rawlings has taken the attention of social media users as various comments are being directed at him.

Meet The Man Who Impregnated 3 Sisters

Meet The Man Who Impregnated 3 Sisters

In recent times, many things happen all around us that will leave you wondering if this world is really coming to an end or even getting any better, everyday we hear, read and listen to different strange news and events that’s has been occuring and all you get to do is leave your mouth open in shock.

In this article I’ll be telling you about a man who impregnated 3 Biological Sisters. This weird incident actually happened in 2019 where a Kenyan man made waves around, but unfortunately it was not for something quite positive.

This man in question actually impregnated 3 biological sister, begining with the firstborn then to the second born and finally to the third born, he even admitted that he did all of them in the same year of 2019 between the month of January and March.

It should however be noted that the first and the last born have birth to girls, while the second born gve birth to a boy, it that is not surprising enough, you should also know that their parents are happy with what the man actually did.

This whole events seem so unbelievable, that if it was movie it would have made wave and seen a very sound and moral lesson to society but unfortunately it’s real.

This annoying action is very despicable, to the extent that the women involved and their family member are even happy about the whole event and wholeheartedly welcome the stupid development, is probably an enigma that defies all forms of intellectual reasoning of a sane human.

So my dear readers and loyal followes what are your thoughts on this bizarre development? Let’s hear them all in the comment section below, and don’t also forget to like share and follow me for more, thank you for reading.


10 Things You Probably Didn’t Know About Osei Kwame Despite

Osei Kwame Despite is one of the most successful businessmen in Ghana. Despite owning a lot of radio stations and a TV station, little is known about the business mogul. Here are 10 things you probably didn’t know about Osei Kwame Despite.

  1. Osei Kwame Despite was born in 1962 at Agona Wiamoase in the Ashanti region.
  2. Affectionately called Osei Kwame Despite, he started life as a petty trader, dealing in music cassettes, padlocks, feeding bottles and other merchandise at Dunkwa-Offinso.
  3. After years of painful struggle in the village to make it in life, he joined other friends to seek greener pastures in Lagos, Nigeria but returned to Ghana in 1983 when Nigeria expelled two million undocumented West African migrants, half of whom were from Ghana. He returned with only a chainsaw machine and a trident cassette player.
  4. After returning from Nigeria, he went into timber business but his chainsaw machine broke down and he went back to his cassette business
  5. His breakthrough came in 1999 when he started Peace FM.
  6. Kwame Despite is a lover of cars.

7. Members of the Despite Group of Companies (DGC) incorporated include U2 Company Limited (Iodated Salt Production), Neat Foods Company Limited (which produces and markets NEAT Fufu, NEAT Banku, NEAT Abenkwan, NEAT Hausa Koko, NEAT Diary Products)

8. Osei Kwame Despite owns radio stations across the country, top radios like Okay FM, Neat FM, Peace FM among others.

9. The business magnate also owns a TV station in Ghana, UTV.

10. He donated a police station building to Wiamoase in the Ashanti region.

Kwame Osei Despite

Appeal For Funds To Support An Orphanage.

We humbly seek for a collaboration to aid in raising funds for the relocation of the Echoeing Hills Orphanage Home which is currently located on the Ashaley Botwe road.

The Orphanage Home has been given a notice to vacate its current location, which had been leased to them for the past 25 years.

They are therefore requesting for funding to enable them relocate by December, 2020.

We humbly seek for a collaboration to aid in raising funds for the relocation of the Echoeing Hills Orphanage Home which is currently located on the Ashaley Botwe road.

The Orphanage Home has been given a notice to vacate its current location, which had been leased to them for the past 25 years.

They are therefore requesting for funding to enable them relocate by December, 2020.

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WHY ARE YOU ALIVE? Uncle Ebo Writers


One day, on my usual early morning walks, I came across a little boy of about 3 or 4 years. He was standing by the roadside, crying. It was obvious he had been crying for a while because typical of some children, there was phlegm all over his nose. He was standing all alone and crying.⁣

I figured that he might have followed someone out and/or expecting to see the person. I walked on without asking him a question.⁣

Some metres down the road, I saw a young lady carrying a pan and was seemingly returning from selling ‘koko’ (porridge). She looked forlon, and I wondered why. It was obvious she had sold all the porridge, so why was she looking downcast? I asked myself.⁣

As I was about to walk past her, she broke into a beautiful smile and opened her arms for an embrace. Her whole nature transformed and became lighter. My gaze followed her in the direction of her smile. I saw the little boy ran into her arms and they turned and continued moving. The child, now happy, hopped alongside the young lady (who I assumed was his mother).⁣

This woman, prior to seeing her son might have been burdened by issues. But then she sees her son, and is reminded of why she wakes up every morning to sell.⁣

She is reminded of the reason for her life. ⁣

That tender moment made me realize one of the most powerful lessons in life:⁣

“If you live only for yourself, you will be depressed, even if you have a million dollars”⁣

If your whole life was only about you, will be a depressed person. Our lives matter only when we are living for something or someone. The easiest one is to live for family and spouses. But that is elementary, and a starting point. Your life must be bigger than that. You must live for the sake of those who need you but are not part of your family. You must live for a cause that will impact society. ⁣

That will energize you, because you are not living a selfish life. ⁣

If you are living a selfish life, you will be depressed even if all your prayers for money are answered. ⁣

Who/What are you living for?⁣
Whose life are you impacting?⁣
Which cause benefits from your existence?⁣
Who/What keeps you going?⁣

Girls Born After 1993 Can’t Cook. All They Know Is Their Phone, Twerk, And be bisxual

Girls Born After 1993 Can’t Cook. All They Know Is Their Phone, Twerk, And be bisxual

Singer Trey Songz Sparks Controversy GhanacelebritiesSep American singer, Trey Songz has generated controversy with a post he made on Instagram in which he alleged that girls born after 1993 cannot cook, except to twerk and be bisxual.
The post has since it was made, generated mixed reactions with many Netizens expressing their agreement, while many others also equally expressed their disagreement.


The post read,“Any Female born after 1993 can’t cook, All they know is McDonalds, Charge their phone, Twerk, be bisexual, Eat Hot Chip and Lie”

Trey Songz is an American singer, songwriter, and actor. His debut album, I Gotta Make It, was released in 2005 through Atlantic Records. His follow-up album, Trey Day, spawned his first top 20 single, “Can’t Help but Wait”. Songz released his third albumReadyin 2009 and a single from the album, “Say Aah”, peaked at No. 9 on theBillboardHot 100 making it Songz’s first top 10 hits.Readywas nominated for Best Male R&B Vocal Performance at the 2008 Grammy Awards.


I have slept with only 700 men and 27 Ghanaian celeb -Slay Queen, Abena Ghanabah

A 22-year-old Ghanaian Slay Queen identified as Abena Ghanabah has shocked many with her disclosure of the number of men she has slept with so far

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Abena Ghanabah who was formerly known as Charlotte Abena Serwaa Ghanabah said she has slept with only 700 men and 27 Ghanaian celebrities.

She revealed that she started sleeping with men at the age of 14 and the first person was a 56-year-old headmaster while staying at a boarding house during her secondary school days. She said the Headmaster promised that he’ll take care of her.

Speaking on her experience in breaking her virginity, Abena said it was very painful but the rest of her experiences became sweeter and sweeter.

The unperturbed lady further disclosed that she decided to go public with the names of the Ghanaian celebrities she slept with because they refused to give her what they promised her.


Abena also said she has rejected several romantic affairs with some lesbians in the Ghanaian movie industry.

She revealed all these in an aggressive interview with actor Kwaku Manu on KWAKU MANU TV

Abena Ghanabah also noted that dressing naked is not a crime. She claims it we came into this world naked so there’s nothing wrong with dressing half naked