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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIHQXo9eip7ImA9WhRWFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703745033256052670</id><updated>2012-01-01T12:55:30.462Z</updated><title>Nana's Mouthpiece</title><subtitle type="html">The Voice of Young People</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nanasmouthpiece.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nanasmouthpiece.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Nana Kwarteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933263239820428822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/NanasMouthpiece" /><feedburner:info uri="nanasmouthpiece" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8FQng7cSp7ImA9WhRSGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703745033256052670.post-7902726500495731128</id><published>2011-11-22T09:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:23:33.609Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-22T09:23:33.609Z</app:edited><title>Glad To Be Back</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nanasmouthpiece.blogspot.com/feeds/7902726500495731128/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703745033256052670&amp;postID=7902726500495731128&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703745033256052670/posts/default/7902726500495731128?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703745033256052670/posts/default/7902726500495731128?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NanasMouthpiece/~3/nPq2t9f6Q7E/much-needed-strength-returns-after.html" title="Glad To Be Back" /><author><name>Nana Kwarteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933263239820428822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Much needed strength returns after a little spell out with sickness. Glad to be back. Lots of interesting discussions going on that needs to be blogged about. Not least of which is the violence taking place in the Egyptian capital, where nine months after the overthrow of Mubarak things are not turning out as the protesters thought they would. I think they're looking at Libya and thinking it is 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jiwY1BUmwqxXgSd0yxBc5rcZnZU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jiwY1BUmwqxXgSd0yxBc5rcZnZU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NanasMouthpiece/~4/nPq2t9f6Q7E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nanasmouthpiece.blogspot.com/2011/11/much-needed-strength-returns-after.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAGRHo-fSp7ImA9WhdWFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703745033256052670.post-1526727072975136371</id><published>2011-09-07T08:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-09T09:32:05.455Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-09T09:32:05.455Z</app:edited><title>Small-minded Politicians</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nanasmouthpiece.blogspot.com/feeds/1526727072975136371/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703745033256052670&amp;postID=1526727072975136371&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703745033256052670/posts/default/1526727072975136371?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703745033256052670/posts/default/1526727072975136371?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NanasMouthpiece/~3/I5bZ8y0h1e0/small-minded-politicians.html" title="Small-minded Politicians" /><author><name>Nana Kwarteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933263239820428822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">It’s the biggest news this week. The Wikileaks report on Ghana. Apparently what some bored US diplomat has to say about us in a cable, is much more important to some of our politicians than what we say about ourselves. This is a seriously peeved and frustrated writer here, believe me. Not only for the fact that we repeatedly determine to make fools of ourselves in the eyes of the West, especially
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zeh6DySjTYwacGoxXsvkW5r-hS8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zeh6DySjTYwacGoxXsvkW5r-hS8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NanasMouthpiece/~4/I5bZ8y0h1e0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nanasmouthpiece.blogspot.com/2011/09/small-minded-politicians.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ENQns-fyp7ImA9WhdXFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703745033256052670.post-766069647095581388</id><published>2011-08-29T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:14:53.557Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-29T23:14:53.557Z</app:edited><title>Man Utd 8-2 Arsenal: Two Kinds of Youth</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nanasmouthpiece.blogspot.com/feeds/766069647095581388/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703745033256052670&amp;postID=766069647095581388&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703745033256052670/posts/default/766069647095581388?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703745033256052670/posts/default/766069647095581388?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NanasMouthpiece/~3/74qw2UHGSjE/man-utd-8-2-arsenal-two-kinds-of-youth.html" title="Man Utd 8-2 Arsenal: Two Kinds of Youth" /><author><name>Nana Kwarteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933263239820428822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Okay, not intending to rub it in or anything… well, maybe just a little, but I feel like branching off the beaten path and talk about something much less serious. Football. And not just any football but Manchester United’s very gratifying humbling of Arsenal on Sunday. Trust me, the continuous talk of it being a freak result due to Arsenal’s depleted line-up takes nothing away from the joy, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h1VWXcibmYizfyifu8yMnCZh_ho/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h1VWXcibmYizfyifu8yMnCZh_ho/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NanasMouthpiece/~4/1o3wROog-co" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nanasmouthpiece.blogspot.com/2011/08/culture-shock-or-homophobia-ghanas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQFQXYyfSp7ImA9WhdSFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703745033256052670.post-7543452496803406507</id><published>2011-07-25T08:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-07-26T09:58:30.895Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-26T09:58:30.895Z</app:edited><title>Norway’s Tragedy: Future Leader’s Shaken</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nanasmouthpiece.blogspot.com/feeds/7543452496803406507/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703745033256052670&amp;postID=7543452496803406507&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703745033256052670/posts/default/7543452496803406507?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703745033256052670/posts/default/7543452496803406507?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NanasMouthpiece/~3/hfvVQbrLQXo/norways-tragedy-future-leaders-shaken.html" title="Norway’s Tragedy: Future Leader’s Shaken" /><author><name>Nana Kwarteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933263239820428822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">It hit me like a boulder as I listened to the radio Saturday morning and heard what had happened in Norway. A gunmen walking through an island shooting and killing young people engaging themselves in the affairs of their country, as though he had no heart. The manner of this man’s cruelty, as described by survivors, was even more harrowing and highlights further the extent of this man’s depraved 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/99iD5rM0eq98MaEwQckCiLS4toY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/99iD5rM0eq98MaEwQckCiLS4toY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NanasMouthpiece/~4/hfvVQbrLQXo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nanasmouthpiece.blogspot.com/2011/07/norways-tragedy-future-leaders-shaken.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYMQXc4eSp7ImA9WhdSFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703745033256052670.post-6453056171333812419</id><published>2011-07-19T07:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-07-26T09:56:20.931Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-26T09:56:20.931Z</app:edited><title>Somalia Drought: Death Looming on the Horn</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nanasmouthpiece.blogspot.com/feeds/6453056171333812419/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703745033256052670&amp;postID=6453056171333812419&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703745033256052670/posts/default/6453056171333812419?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703745033256052670/posts/default/6453056171333812419?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NanasMouthpiece/~3/YzB6e8GvO8E/somalia-drought-death-looming-on-horn.html" title="Somalia Drought: Death Looming on the Horn" /><author><name>Nana Kwarteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933263239820428822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-er1N8tm0OOc/Ti6PQio_wQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Efz4ufv2R4k/s72-c/_54263455_012529808-1%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">   The sad truth is it’s happening, like never before, well almost because it seems every other year around this  time there’s news of people in the horn of Africa dying from lack of food and potable drinking water brought about by drought. The difference now is this one seems a whole lot bigger than we’ve seen or heard, if what the Aid agencies and the UN are saying is to be believed, that is.  
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lbN5Bx5BZ0mctyAyuRuPNgTBX3s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lbN5Bx5BZ0mctyAyuRuPNgTBX3s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NanasMouthpiece/~4/YzB6e8GvO8E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nanasmouthpiece.blogspot.com/2011/07/somalia-drought-death-looming-on-horn.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMBQns5fip7ImA9WhdSFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703745033256052670.post-1469451736233623487</id><published>2011-07-08T08:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:07:33.526Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-25T20:07:33.526Z</app:edited><title>The Newest Sudan</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nanasmouthpiece.blogspot.com/feeds/1469451736233623487/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703745033256052670&amp;postID=1469451736233623487&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703745033256052670/posts/default/1469451736233623487?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703745033256052670/posts/default/1469451736233623487?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NanasMouthpiece/~3/H4UqD6qbWi4/newest-sudan.html" title="The Newest Sudan" /><author><name>Nana Kwarteng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933263239820428822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Finally, finally, our brothers in south Sudan have gotten what they have for so long wished and fought for. After over fifty years of struggling under an oppressive regime, and the loss of lives and property, it is only fair that it comes to an end with a people with their destiny now in their own hands. When the new flag is raised and the anthem sang, many will be the joy of the people of south 
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