When a child chooses galamsey: The day Ghana future spoke, and it was terrifying

It was a quiet Friday afternoon Good Friday around 3 p.m. at a mechanic shop in Breman West in the Greater Kumasi, of the Ashanti region. I had gone there to fix my brakes. The place was alive with the usual rhythm: the clanking of metal, the smell of grease, and conversations layered with laughter. Then, a moment unfolded that silenced everything and everyone.

By Andrea Baaba Appiah