Title: Humility-Defined and Made Practical Genre: Non-Fiction (Spirituality) Author: Ato Tutu Baidoo Reviewer: Rosemond (Ama Rose) Nyansafo "Humility-Defined and Made Practical" by Ato Tutu Baidoo is a thought-provoking and deeply introspective book that explores the concept of humility in a refreshing and profound way. As you delve into its pages, you embark on a transformative journey of self-discovery that challenges your perception of humility and encourages personal growth. The author's writing style is captivating and eloquent, effortlessly weaving together personal anecdotes, philosophical musings, and insightful observations. Each page brims with wisdom and invites readers to reflect on their own beliefs and attitudes towards humility. The author's ability to seamlessly blend personal experiences with broader philosophical concepts allows for a relatable and engaging read. What sets "Humility" apart is its unique perspective on humility, challeng
BOOK TITLE- ADZE GENRE- FICTION AUTHOR- KOFI DZOGBEWU REVIEWER- ROSEMOND (AMA ROSE) NYANSAFO "Adze" by Kofi Dzogbewu is a fascinating and immersive novel set in the heart of West Africa, which delves into the rich world of Ghanaian mythology and culture. This book takes readers on a thrilling adventure, filled with suspense, magic, and timeless lessons. The story revolves around the central character, Selase, a young woman who discovers her unique powers as an Adze, a supernatural being in the Ghanaian folklore while being held in captive in the “facility”. As she grapples with her newfound abilities, Selase is faced with a crucial decision that could forever change the delicate balance between humans and the spirit world. One of the strengths of "Adze" lies in the author's vivid storytelling abilities. Kofi Dzogbewu effortlessly weaves together the complexities of Ghanaian mythology, history, and contemporary issues, making the narrative both alluring and edu
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