On Wednesday, August 6, 2025, Ghanaians woke up at sunrise expecting a normal, bustling day, unaware that by sunset, they would be plunged into a national sorrow courtesy of the never-ending crashes, with the red, gold and green national flag ordered to limit its flapping and shed tears to signal all was not well.
Makola was buzzing, a cocktail of smells filled the air, and market women displayed their products.
Nima and Nkrumah Circle were filled with a cacophony of vendors shouting their wares, music blaring from stalls and bars, and the constant sound of vehicle horns and pedestrian traffic marked the dense Accra Metropolis.
Elsewhere, the government was rolling out its promise of a responsible, sustainable community mining programme in Obuasi, Ghana's gold hub, to tackle the devastating illegal mining (galamsey) menace that has turned some towns into a land flowing with 'milk'-not the promised land with honey, but poisons capable of decimating flora and fauna.
