I CAN'T FIND MY HEAD

We live in an age of great migration, where the pull of opportunity in the city often severs the umbilical cord connecting us to home. This story was born from the silent crisis that follows, the spiritual disorientation, the quiet despair of a life lived in concrete boxes, far from the soil that once nourished our dreams. I Can't Find My Head is the story of Sena, but it is also the story of countless others. It is a journey from the fractured self back to the integrated soul, from the noisy isolation of Accra to the healing sands of Whuti. Through Sena's eyes, we remember that the most profound void cannot be filled by more achievement, but only by reconnection to family, to tradition, and to the ancient, patient wisdom of the land. This narrative is an unflinching look at the price of modernity, but it is also a celebration of the enduring power of our heritage. At its heart lies the Hogbetsotso festival, which is not merely a backdrop but a vital character, representing other equally important festivals. It represents the living history and communal strength that offers the true antidote to Sena's anguish. Furthermore, the festival becomes a powerful stage for a grander vision: the unity of Ghana's many tribes. In the gathering of kings and the shared rhythms of the drums, the story argues that our diverse cultures are not walls that divide us, but strong threads in a single, magnificent national cloth. In its style and spirit, this story pays a deliberate homage to the literary tradition of Chinua Achebe. It seeks to capture his profound understanding of how the personal is inseparably linked to the communal, and how the clash between tradition and modernity shapes the African soul. The voice of the narrative is crafted in a consciously proverbial and poetic mold, where a stressful car ride from Accra becomes a profound migration of the spirit, and a chief's speech to his people unfolds with the timeless power of the wisdom of ancestors. My hope is that this story serves as a mirror, encouraging us all to ask ourselves: In our own pursuit of progress, what essential parts of ourselves have we left behind? And what would it take for us, like Sena, to have the courage to go back and reclaim them?

Pagina's: 69, Paperback, Gershon Amenuvor