A businessman and Ashanti royal with connections to the Manhyia Palace, Barima Osei Mensah, has been implicated in allegations of proposing love to a 16-year-old girl at his project site in Abuakwa, Kumasi, in the Ashanti Region.
Per reports the distraught mother of the girl, whose identity remains confidential, urged Barima Osei Mensah to keep away from her daughter.
The Adinkra Pie CEO, who reportedly boasts about being the next Asantehene after Otumfuo Osei Tutu II, warned the mother not to speak his name disrespectfully, citing his direct ties to the Manhyia Palace.
Barima Osei Mensah, who has ten children with ten different women, has faced accusations from some of these women for neglecting his paternal responsibilities.
In this particular case, the mother of the 16-year-old girl, who attends a school in Kumasi, insists that she only wants the royal to stay away from her daughter.
“I sell at site Barima Osei Mensah Adinkra’s work site. I sell banku there. One of my daughters is in school and she came. She is the eldest so I go with her to sell at his site. So my daughter told me the man who is the boss here using this particular car says he loves me and wants us to date.” the mother cried.
“So I asked my little girl again what exactly he Adinkra said. She said ‘he says he loves me and I should do my mind well and allow him to date me and do to me whatever he wants’. So I told my daughter when you meet him again and he repeats it tell him that I, Yaa, I said he should never say that to you again. He kept approaching her and my daughter will cry and come to me” the mother sadly narrated.
“If you see him, please tell him my little girl whom he proposed to at site he should stop that. She is a little girl he should not do that. He has approached my daughter three times. I sell at his site. I respect him and all I do when I see him is to greet him. I know him very well… He warned me he is from the Palace so they don’t mention his name by heart.
“My daughter is now afraid. When she sees his car approaching she gets afraid something
It remains unclear whether the Manhyia Palace, Otumfuo Osei Tutu II, and the Ashanti royal family are aware of these alleged actions by individuals associated with the palace.
Reports indicate that Barima Osei Mensah is also involved in a legal dispute with his ex-wife, who accuses him of extortion and blackmail.
Child’s Right International Ghana, the Domestic Violence and Victim Support Unit (DOVVSU), the Ministry of Gender, Children and Social Protection, and the Paediatric Society of Ghana (PSG) are expected to be petitioned to investigate the matter.
The 3-year-old fashionista posed in various chic ensembles, earning admiration on social media.
Ghanaian actress Nana Ama McBrown, also known as Felicity Ama Agyeman, shared photos of her daughter Adepa on Tuesday, May 21, 2024, to celebrate her birthday.
Adepa looked stunning in a sleeveless floral dress while posing with her little sister at the Kids Lounge by McBrown photobooth.
The birthday girl sported three different outfits for her photoshoot, including a white tulle dress, a two-piece polka dot ensemble, and a red lace dress.
McBrown shared the photos on Instagram with the caption:
“To God Be The Glory. My Adepa is 3 years old today. Happy Birthday Baby Adidi.”
Parents in Anloga, Volta Region, are urgently seeking financial assistance for their 14-year-old daughter, Millicent Nukornoo, who is currently admitted to the 37 Military Hospital.
Medical professionals at the hospital have diagnosed Millicent with damaged heart valves, one of which is irreparably harmed, causing swollen legs and considerable discomfort.
To address her critical condition, her parents urgently require $16,000 to cover the expenses of heart surgery, which is scheduled to take place at the Korle-Bu Teaching Hospital.
In an interview with Citinewsroom.com, Millicent’s mother, Madam Peace Quatewo, shared the challenges her daughter is facing, emphasizing the urgent appeal for financial support from Ghanaians, philanthropists, organizations, and individuals.
Madam Peace Quatewo also expressed how Millicent’s health condition has disrupted her education.
“Her illness began as a regular fever and body aches. It was identified as a heart disease at Battor Hospital 2 years ago, where it could be managed. She had a relapse when we visited the 37 Military Hospital, where she was diagnosed with damaged heart valves in December 2023.
“We were informed that she would need surgery to regain her health. Her education has been halted due to her illness. She was admitted to OLA Girls’ Senior High School, and we were in the process of requesting a transfer to Keta Senior High School when her condition worsened.
The father, Nukornno Jonas Kudzo, also appealed to the public for support in an interview with the media added “at the moment, I am financially drained. We desperately need help and are appealing to the public to assist us in any way possible. Our daughter is in great distress, please support us”.
One of the daughters of the former President of Ghana, John Agyekum Kufuor, has reminisced about cherished moments with her late mother, the former First Lady, Theresa Kufuor.
In her tribute to her mother, who passed away on October 1, 2023, Helen Saah reflected on the disciplined upbringing they experienced and the emphasis on adhering to rules.
She noted that their childhood was marked by a strict demand to follow the household rules, to the extent that they couldn’t even pick mangoes from the tree without seeking their mother’s permission.
“You were the perfect mother for me. My earliest memories of you were of a beautiful, gentle and kind woman who smiled often and would entertain guests at the house on Switchback Road.
“I saw a different side to you after the coup in 1972, when we lived in Kanda. You knelt and prayed often. You fasted, too. You were strict and had rules which we had to follow. One of the earliest rules was that we couldn’t claim ownership of things we found in the house or compound. Everything, including the mangoes on the tree, belonged to you, so we had to ask permission,” she wrote in her tribute, captured in the funeral brochure of the funeral of the late Theresa Kufuor.
Helen Saah also talked about her experiences learning life lessons from her mother, such as how understanding she was to others, and cooking.
“You taught me how to cook and bake. I remember your homemade ice cream and the first time you baked bread. It didn’t go according to plan and the loaves looked like bricks. We laughed so much when Daddy gave the bricks a nickname: ‘Awudu Bomber.’ After that, you corrected the recipe and we had a constant supply of homemade bread. Christmas was an elaborate affair with a real tree, turkey and all the trimmings. As teenagers, you taught us to be punctual because you would drive off and leave latecomers behind.
“You had a big heart and you were a mother to not just your biological children but to people from all walks of life. There were three of us in Achimota School but I remember when 11 children arrived unannounced for their exeat. I was nervous but you welcomed them with smiles and hurriedly prepared lunch.
Our house was often filled with visiting relatives and friends. I remember when PK came for the holidays because he taught us Abronoma and we would run races holding sheets with the ends tied around our waists. We learned so much from Uncle Badu, Angie, Sister Ama and Sister Afia when they came to stay. I also got freebies such as kelewele from your ‘daughter’ Abena who sells food behind Association School and the one who sells roasted plantain near Mary Mother. You said it was important to give people moral support,” she added.
Theresa Kufuor passed away quietly on Sunday, October 1, 2023, at home. On Thursday, November 16, 2023, a state funeral was held in her honor on the State House forecourt in Accra.
Hamid ben Henna was having a family dinner on Friday when he requested his young son to fetch a knife from the kitchen for slicing a melon.
Marouane, his son, went into the kitchen, but suddenly, the room started shaking, and the lights went out. Debris began falling from the ceiling in their family home in the High Atlas Mountains.
According to Ben Henna, he recounted to Reuters news agency, “Everything began at around 11 pm or 11:30 pm. Marouane couldn’t bring the knife because the earthquake struck as soon as he left the kitchen.”
He explained that his eight-year-old son became trapped under 1.5 to 2 meters of rubble.
Fatima, Marouane’s mother, shared her experience, saying, “There was complete darkness. We were enveloped in darkness and covered in dust. We heard the tremors, rocks, and walls collapsing. Initially, we didn’t comprehend what was happening.”
As their house crumbled, Ben Henna and his other son, Mouad, managed to open the door leading to the alleyway, freeing his wife and young daughter.
However, as the dust settled, they realized that Marouane had not made it. His body was recovered on Saturday.
A Ghanaian mother has taken a firm stand against a disturbing incident involving a pedophile who targeted her 13-year-old daughter.
She decided to confront the predator in person and recorded the encounter in a video that has since gone viral.
The mother, whose name has not been disclosed, noticed that her daughter had been receiving inappropriate texts from an unknown man who professed his love and other things to her. She realised the gravity of the situation and devised a bold strategy.
She pretended to be her daughter and continued the conversation with the man, while warning him to stop his predatory behaviour or face legal consequences.
However, the man ignored her warnings and claimed that they only fuelled his pursuit. He eventually arranged to meet with the girl, unaware that he was actually talking to her mother. The mother then showed up at the meeting place and confronted the man, who was visibly shocked.
“Are you the one who professed love and other things to my daughter? Today, I will have the police apprehend you. How old are you? Didn’t I caution you? You even claimed my warnings fuelled your pursuit. Did you know you were communicating with me all along? If you leave now, I’ll involve the police, as I’ve documented this entire incident,” she said angrily in the Twi dialect.
The video has sparked outrage and concern among social media users, who praised the mother for her courage and urged parents and guardians to be vigilant in protecting their children from such dangers.
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In recent times, Ghana has witnessed a surge in cases involving pedophiles.
Human Rights Lawyers and Advocates have advised parents and guardians to be vigilant in protecting their children from becoming victims.
The proliferation of smartphones and social media has unfortunately provided an avenue for those with ill intentions to exploit.
According to Human Rights Lawyer and Advocate, Nana Oye Bampoe Addo, “Some children encounter online predators who coax them into sharing explicit photos. Regrettably, some children inadvertently fall into this trap.” She expressed concern over Ghana’s lack of clear mechanisms for tracking and addressing predators, creating a void that may inadvertently facilitate their movement and misconduct from one location to another.
Note: This essay includes discussions of self-harm and suicidal ideation.
My daughter, who is now a 28-year-old therapist leading a happy and productive life, almost didn’t make it to adulthood due to mental illness.
Faith was 9 years old the first time she threatened to hurt herself with a knife. It was the spring of 2004 and my husband and I were watching “The Sopranos” when Faith came downstairs after bedtime, grabbed a paring knife from the kitchen counter and stood between the paused TV and us. Tony Soprano was frozen on the screen behind her, a forkful of pasta halfway to his mouth. He looked as dumbfounded as I felt.
“I’m a terrible person,” Faith said as she squeezed the handle of the knife.
My whole body tensed.
Her teacher had called that afternoon to tell me that Faith and her friends played a mean trick on the new girl in their third grade class.
“You’re not a terrible person,” I said. “You did something that wasn’t kind or respectful, and it’s normal to feel bad about that. But you’re not a terrible person.”
She scratched the point of the blade across her palm ― not hard enough to do anything, but still.
“Faithy, why don’t you put down that knife,” my husband said.
“I like it,” she said.
“Give me the knife.” I held out my hand but did not get off the sofa. Faith was small, but strong and unpredictable.
She looked at me with eyes that were both fierce and desperate. She didn’t move. She was just a little girl. She wore tie-dyed pajamas with chicks on them. Her long brown hair was damp from the shower. Her chest rose up and down as she breathed, and I found myself matching her, breath for breath.’
Faith, age 14 in 2009, at a program in Hawaii called Pacific Quest. “Though located in paradise, it was anything but,” the author writes. “Here she is washing her clothes on a washboard.”
Courtesy of Brenda Ferber
“Faithy,” I said, softening my tone. “Do you want to maybe see a therapist?”
Her shoulders relaxed and she nodded. She took three steps toward us, handed me the knife, and fell into our arms.
Over the next eight years ― hampered by questions like “Is this just a phase?” “Are we helicoptering?” and “Can we afford this?” ― we took Faith to social workers, psychologists and psychiatrists. She tried medications that didn’t help. She spent five days in an adolescent behavior wing of our local hospital, where she became aware of the problems caused by her aggressive communication. She attended a wilderness therapy program in Hawaii for two months and learned to nurture herself like her seedlings in the nursery there. She went to a therapeutic boarding school in Montana for three weeks. That place was such a disaster, the only thing Faith learned was that if she shouted loudly and clearly enough, we would always come to her rescue.
All along, even while Faith was sending out nude photos of her teenage body, harming herself to dull her emotional pain and fighting the urge to die, she excelled at school, sports and friendships. Her smile lit the room. Her enthusiasm and energy were contagious. She charmed every kid, adult and animal she met.
My husband and I were confused, stressed, often overwhelmed. We knew that the very traits that were making childhood and adolescence so difficult for our daughter — her intensity, sensitivity and passion — would someday make her an extraordinary adult. There’d be no stopping Faith… if we could get her to adulthood alive.
“Use your powers for good,” we told Faith again and again. Faith, age 17 in 2011. “Depression doesn’t always look sad,” the author writes. “Only a few months after this photo was taken, Faith was telling the author she wanted to end her life.”
Faith, age 17 in 2011. “Depression doesn’t always look sad,” the author writes. “Only a few months after this photo was taken, Faith was telling the author she wanted to end her life.”
Courtesy of Brenda Ferber
One day in 2012, when Faith was 17, she squeezed in next to me on the sofa in our living room. I was reading a book, our dog nestled at my feet. My daughter looked more depleted than ever. She’d recently been kicked out of her elite boarding school, considered too promiscuous and emotionally fragile to be part of their community. She was back at our local public school with kids who didn’t understand her and a softball team that didn’t want her. She’d blown the last semester, getting all D’s and a sympathy A from her math teacher.
The reality of her situation had set in, and she was depressed in a way I hadn’t seen before. There was no mania or anger fueling her depression, just a weary hopelessness, a soul-sucking resignation.
“Things will get better,” I said.
“No. Don’t say that. They won’t.”
For years, I’d been telling Faith this, reminding her she was strong and resilient. For years, I’d listened and comforted and sometimes yelled and screamed. All along, I had tried to shape my daughter into the person I thought she could be. The person I wanted her to be. The person I wished she could be. That person was not “mentally ill,” but rather a tough teen who would grow out of her issues with the right help. And yet, here we were. Clearly, my optimism and hope for my child, combined with the stigma and fear of mental illness, had kept me from accepting the truth for far too long.
Faith stroked our pup’s silky fur. She kept her head down and said, “You’re going to be OK, though. When I die. You’ll get over it.”
I took a breath. “Faith. I won’t.”
“Mom. Kids die all the time. If I had cancer and died, you’d get over it. You’d move on.”
“No. You don’t understand. I’d never get over it. And besides, you don’t have cancer. If you had cancer, I’d try every single thing to cure you. Western medicine. Eastern medicine. Everything in between.”
She met my eyes. “But then, if you tried it all and I was still sick, you’d let me die, right?” The author enjoying a snuggle on the sofa with Faith and their pup at home in Deerfield, Illinois. “This photo is from 2012, a few months after Faith’s energy healing,” the author writes.
The author enjoying a snuggle on the sofa with Faith and their pup at home in Deerfield, Illinois. “This photo is from 2012, a few months after Faith’s energy healing,” the author writes.
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She was right, I would. But this wasn’t cancer. Or was it? What was the difference, really? This depression was killing her, surely as a malignant tumor.
I thought back to one afternoon when Faith was six weeks old, and I was putting her down for a nap. She was crying uncontrollably, and I was a sleep-deprived new mom. Faith wasn’t wet or hungry, hot or cold. She was simply inconsolable. I stood there, rocking her in my arms, back and forth, back and forth, willing her to stop crying and go to sleep. Please, I prayed, I needed this nap.
She didn’t let up. My movements became bigger and stronger, swinging her really. And then, all of a sudden, I thought about whipping her to the floor. If I threw Faith to the ground, the crying would stop, right?
Right.
I didn’t throw her to the ground. Instead, I held her tighter as I fell into the rocking chair and sobbed. She snuggled into me, and the two of us cried together, connected in our misery.
That traumatic moment still haunted me. I was terrified by the power I had to hurt my child, frightened by how her strong emotions could provoke such desperation in me. But perhaps I was missing the point. I hadn’t hurt Faith when she was an infant. In fact, I’d done exactly what she needed: I cried with her. She had these big emotions that might not have made sense, but I was there with her. I held her until they passed. And I kept holding her.
I looked at my daughter snuggled next to me on the sofa, devoid of expression, beaten down to a shadow of herself. Maybe, all the years of trying to shape Faith into a person who didn’t struggle under the grip of mental illness had been a mistake. Maybe, telling a person that things will get better is not always what they need to hear. Maybe, what I should have been doing was what I’d done when Faith was six weeks old: be there with her in her pain.
Fear had prevented me from doing that ― fear of losing Faith to madness, to suicide. But I finally understood my fear was not stopping that from happening. All it did was keep me from empathizing when my daughter desperately needed it. I had to find courage. I had to validate what Faith was experiencing, even if that meant embracing the possibility of losing her.
So I did.
The author and Faith at a family wedding in 2021.
Courtesy of Brenda Ferber
I said, “OK, I hear you. If we try everything else, and you still feel this bad, you can end your life.”
Faith took a deep breath. With those words, she was no longer alone. I had metaphorically fallen into the rocking chair and cried with her. She knew I would hold her for as long as it took.
I don’t normally tell people about that conversation, because it’s so easily misunderstood. It sounds horrific ― something a mother should never and would never say. I would have done anything to save Faith’s life. I didn’t want her to die by suicide. And yet, those are the words that tumbled out of my mouth.
One of my close friends told me it wasn’t horrific at all ― it was a radical act of love. That’s how I like to think about it. Because what those words conveyed to Faith was that I understood the depth of her pain. That what she was feeling was real. That I was right there, by her side. That we would try everything under the sun to help her.
Suicide is horrifying. We don’t know how to talk about it, so we often shy away from the topic altogether. Or we tell our loved one not to think that way. What does that do, other than invalidate them in their loneliest, most hopeless moment? The truth is, withholding my permission would not have stopped Faith from dying by suicide if that’s what she were determined to do. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, someone dies by suicide every 11 minutes. I have to believe most of those people had loved ones who were urging them to hold on a bit longer, telling them things would get better.
If I could redo that conversation with Faith when she was 17, I’d say: I hear you. You’ve been in pain for years, and you deserve relief. I’m grateful for your courage to let me know what you’re feeling. I’m in awe of your resilience, and I see how exhausted you are, even though you’re so strong. I’d ask her if she had a plan. I’d ask her if she had what she needed to carry out the plan. I’d ask her if she had a time frame for when it would happen. I’d ask every scary question in a calm, nonjudgmental way, and I’d keep on listening and validating and loving.
Courtesy of Brenda Ferber
We like to think we have control over how our kids turn out. But our kids are who they are. We can model our values for them. But the job of parenting isn’t to shape our kids into the happy and competent adults we want them to be. It’s to discover who they are. To love and accept them fully, even if that means accepting their mental illness ― not as a phase, but as another aspect of their life. By discovering, accepting and loving, we give our kids the ability to shape themselves into happy and competent adults.
What happened after this conversation in 2012? My daughter felt heard and understood. She tried Western medicine. Eastern medicine. Everything in between. Energy healing and a new medication did the trick. Something shifted. Faith found a way to go on. She’s 28 now and she manages her mental health every day. She has her master’s degree in social work, and she works as a therapist. Things did get better for Faith ― not because I said they would, but because Faith made it so. And let me be clear, she still has a mental illness. But for now, it’s under control.
As for me, I became a crisis counselor for Crisis Text Line. I give strangers all over the world the empathy and validation they need to get through their darkest moments. My daughter taught me how.
The 70-year-old Kwesi found the daughter he had at 25 but had not seen since, and it took him his entire life to reach the point where all of his emotional barriers broke down.
It took 70-year-old Kwesi a lifetime of emotional defences to finally break down and reconnect with his long-lost daughter, Ruth. At 25, Kwesi was faced with a difficult decision after having a child out of wedlock with a woman of Black race. Due to strong moral issues surrounding such relationships at the time, Kwesi was forced to give his daughter up for adoption.
Despite the circumstances, Kwesi never gave up hope that one day he would be able to find his daughter. His belief became a reality after 45 years when he finally reunited with Ruth. The best part of the story was that while Kwesi was searching for his daughter, Ruth had also been looking for him. It didn’t take long for both of them to become overwhelmed with emotion and just sit back in wonder at having found each other.
During their first meeting, Kwesi opened up to Ruth, telling her how much she had been on his mind for a long time. He reassured her that it wasn’t her fault and that he had always wanted to find her and tell her who she was. Ruth, on the other hand, was speechless and tried hard to hold back her tears. It was clear from the striking resemblance between the two that they were indeed father and daughter.
Kwesi would later find out that Ruth had made an effort to keep her Ghanaian identity in her family by naming one of her sons by his native name, Kwabena. It was heartwarming to see how much Ruth valued her heritage and was able to keep it alive within her family.
This story highlights the importance of never giving up hope, even when faced with difficult circumstances. Kwesi’s belief that he would one day find his daughter kept him motivated and eventually led to their reunion. It also shows how important it is to embrace one’s identity and heritage. Despite being raised by a different family, Ruth still had a strong connection to her Ghanaian roots and was able to pass it down to her children.
Furthermore, this story brings to light the struggles that people of mixed-race and those who have children out of wedlock faced in the past. It’s important to acknowledge these struggles and work towards a more inclusive and accepting society where people are not judged by their race or family situation.
In conclusion, Kwesi and Ruth’s reunion after 45 years is a heartwarming reminder of the power of hope and the importance of embracing one’s identity. It’s a story that shows us that it’s never too late to reconnect with loved ones and that love knows no boundaries.
Kwesi’s story is a reminder of the power of love and the importance of family. It shows how deeply societal stigmas and cultural biases can impact people’s lives and tear families apart. But it also highlights the resilience of the human spirit and the unbreakable bond between parent and child. For Kwesi, the long-awaited reunion with his daughter brought closure and allowed him to finally let go of the pain and sadness that had haunted him for so many years.
For 70-year-old Kwesi, finding his daughter after 45 years was a dream come true
The story of Kwesi and Ruth is not only about the love between a father and his daughter. It is also about the resilience of the human spirit and the power of hope.
A 35-year-old man reported to have sexually assaulted his 15-year-old daughter and says the behavior “is a tradition” has been brought before a court for gender-based violence at the police headquarters in Accra.
In the Greater Accra Region’s Okushiebiade, close to Amasaman, Bless Gatogo is accused of abusing his daughter three times. He has been charged with incest and defilement.
The accuser has refuted the allegations.
The court presided over by Dora Eshun has admitted Gatogo to bail in the sum of GH¢20,000 with two sureties who are to be known by the Police.
The court has adjourned the matter to March 27 for the case management conference.
Chief Inspector Simon Tekpor said the victim was a 15-year-old JHS two pupil while the accused was a mason and the biological father of the victim.
The prosecution said the victim resided with the father (accused) and her stepmother and that in 2022, the victim’s stepmother travelled for a funeral leaving the accused person and the victim alone in the house.
It said the next day at about 0500 hours, while the accused person and the victim were alone in a room, the accused person allegedly with a cane, ordered the victim to undress.
The prosecution said out of fear, the victim obliged, and the accused person forcibly had sexual intercourse with her on a blanket spread on the floor, allegedly.
It said on October 20, 2022, the victim’s stepmother travelled again and at about 0400 hours, while the victim and her younger brother were asleep in the room, the accused allegedly went into the room and had sexual intercourse with her.
In November 2022, the prosecution said Gatogo travelled with the victim to a village known as Sanga in the Volta Region and the same day at night, he allegedly lured the victim into a room and had sex with her for the third time.
It said the next day, when the victim and the accused person had returned home, he allegedly told the victim that “it is tradition for him to be having sexual intercourse with her”.
According to the prosecution, on January 19, 2023, the victim confided in her teacher who was also a Girl-Child Coordinator.
The prosecution said on February 6, 2023, the Coordinator brought the victim to the Amasaman DOVVSU and reported the matter and on February 13, 2023, Gatogo was arrested.
Former President Donald Trump escorted his 29-year-old daughter down the aisle and kissed her on the cheek before she exchanged vows with her now-husband, 25, in Mar-a-Lago on Saturday.
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The bride — who stunned in a long-sleeved, beaded wedding dress by Elie Saab — said “I do” to her new spouse in front of an altar adorned with a halo of blue, pink, and white flowers.
Enlarge ImageTiffany — pictured here with her new husband, mom, Marla Maples and dad — chose an Elie Saab dress with long sleeves and intricate beading.Hy Goldberg for Denis Leon & Co.
The lush floral arrangement notably matched the bridesmaids’ light blue gowns.
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Tiffany’s half-sister, Ivanka Trump, pulled up to the venue earlier on Saturday for the wedding clad in her flowing dress.
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Ivanka’s husband, Jared Kushner, their 11-year-old daughter, Arabella, and sons, Joseph Frederick, 9, and Theodore James, 6, were seen snapping some family pics outside of the venue.
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Tiffany’s older half-brother, Eric Trump, also took some photos with his family — including wife Lara Trump and their kids, son Eric, 5, and daughter Carolina, 3 — before the ceremony kicked off.
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Although Tiffany’s lavish nuptials seemingly ended in bliss, the planning process wasn’t as smooth sailing.
Just days before the big event, Tiffany was reportedly “flipping out” after her “welcome dinner” was jeopardized due to Hurricane Nicole.
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“They’ve sent staff home. Tiffany is still there,” an insider told us Thursday, referencing Donald’s luxurious Palm Beach residence.
“Some guests came in for the week, and they had all these things planned. It was going to be a whole over-the-top thing,” the source continued. “They had to cancel events today and canceled a golf outing for tomorrow. Everyone is stuck inside.”
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Hurricane Nicole slammed into Florida earlier this week and shut down Palm Beach International Airport, which affected who was able to fly in for the couple’s big day.
A source previously told us that the newlyweds were expecting 500 guests to attend their Mar-a-Lago nuptials. It was unclear at the time just how many people had to change their RSVP due to the storm.
“Tiffany has been waiting to plan a very big wedding,” the insider told us. “Her fiancé is from a very wealthy family, she is from a very wealthy family, and they want all their friends from around the world to be there.”
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Thankfully, the couple were able to get their marriage license on Tuesday — just hours before the Palm Beach County Courthouse was also forced to shut down for the week.
While the weather may have thrown a wrench in some of the socialite’s plans, Tiffany was able to celebrate her bridal shower last weekend alongside her sisters and closest friends.
Enlarge ImageThe twosome got married at Mar-a-Lago in Florida over the weekend.Instagram/Tiffany Trump
Tiffany and Boulos met back in 2018 while he was studying at City University of London and she was on vacation in Europe.
Boulos, whose family owns a multibillion-dollar conglomerate of companies, then proposed to Tiffany in the White House Rose Garden in January 2021.
He got down on one knee with a custom 13-carat sparkler worth $1.2 million.
A man was left confused about what to do when his wife-to-be said that she wanted to dedicate a song to her ex-boyfriend at their wedding – and share the second dance with her ex’s dad.
When you’re planning your wedding with your significant other, the last thing you probably expect them to want to do at the ceremony is to make a tribute to their ex-partner – so one man was left dumbfounded when his wife-to-be said that she wanted to dedicate a song to her ex.
The man took to Reddit’s ‘Am I the a**hole’ forum to explain the backstory, which involved his fiancées’ ex passing away in a traffic accident – so he was trying to respect her wishes for a tribute, but he was finding it really difficult and ‘uncomfortable’ to reconcile the fact she wanted to play a song in memory of her ex, during her wedding to her current partner.
He wrote: “Before we met, my fiancée Kayla was engaged to a man she had dated for three years who died in a traffic accident. I had never dated a woman who had that kind of loss before, so I’ve been learning as I go, but I’ve tried to respect that he will always be a part of her story, and I accepted her relationship with her late fiancé’s parents with open arms.
“They stayed very close, and by the time we started dating they were basically like a second set of parents to her. Kayla’s real parents and her late fiancé’s parents are all amazing people, so I consider myself pretty lucky to have two sets of great in-laws.
“Our wedding is coming up in May, and Kayla told me that after her father-daughter dance, she would like to have a second dance with her late fiancé’s father to the song Vanilla Twilight. She asked me if I was comfortable with that, and I didn’t want to be ‘that guy’ and say no, so I said yes.
“But really, it makes me uncomfortable that she would be dancing to a love song dedicated to another man at our wedding. I am happy to make space in our lives for his memory. A photo of him is on our mantle at home, we make it a point to commemorate his birthday the anniversary of his death, and I feel like I am understanding and supportive when she has bad days. And I am 100% fine with having his parents at the wedding because, as I said, we are all a family. But I also feel like our wedding is one day that it all about our relationship.
“Am I the jerk if I ask her to reconsider this dance? What are the best compromises here?”
The man wanted to know how he could compromise about the dance (Stock Image) ( Image: Getty Images/iStockphoto)
Some people said the man was being unreasonable, but others defended him and highlighted that the lyrics of the song are quite intimate.
One wrote: “I’m gonna differ from the popular opinion here and say you’re not the a**hole. But do any of y’all actually know this song?
“It’s weirdly upbeat, but the lyrics are very very intelligible and are definitely weird in the context of dancing with the dead ex’s dad after her getting married to another dude. It’s one thing to miss your ex, but I wouldn’t want this sentiment being publicly proclaimed by my wife at my wedding if I were in the original poster’s shoes.”
They then proceeded to post the lyrics, some of which are: “‘Cause I’ll doze off safe and soundly, but I’ll miss your arms around me, I’d send a postcard to you, dear, ‘Cause I wish you were here.”
Another defended the song, however, writing: “I can definitely see where she is coming from with the song choice because it does seem like it’s about a partner who died. But it does come off very strongly.”
Someone said that the wife-to-be is being incredibly unfair to her new partner, writing: “Those lyrics momentarily took my breath away with hurt for OP, someone I have never met and know very little about. This is so inappropriate and pretty much spells out a message that OP is second best if that; according to the lyrics she still feels “so alone.”
“If she’s too blinded to see that seven years after his passing, I wonder at her decision to get married. The original poster deserves to be the top priority in his wife’s life. He certainly seems to have shown a lot of sensitivity to her in the past – this shouldn’t be a one-way street.
“Perhaps some gentle pushback (such as another commenter recommending an instrumental to replace this song) would open some healthy discussion about the way forward for their married life. I fear the original poster’s good nature had led to him inadvertently being taken advantage of, and that’s not a constructive way to head into a new life together.”
A Ghanaian single mother, Cynthia Kudji, and her daughter have graduated from the same medical school at the same time.
According to a post by the Ghana Physicians and Surgeons Foundation on Facebook, the feat by the two women is the first time to have a mother and daughter “attend medical school at the same time and match at the same institutionâ€.
Dr. Cynthia Kudji began her healthcare career as a nursing assistant in a nursing home and was soon on an upward trajectory that took her through nursing school to become a hospital RN, and eventually, a nurse practitioner serving rural communities throughout Louisiana and Alabama.
But a trip back home to Ghana confirmed her desire to become a physician.
And now, these groundbreaking women have made it by becoming medical doctors.
They will be starting their residency at LSU Health New Orleans
A 35-year-old man who defiled and impregnated his step-daughter at Mankranso in Ashanti Region, has been slapped with a 20-year-jail term in hard labour by the Tepa Circuit Court.
Abubakar Sadiq pleaded guilty to a charge of defilement and sought to suggest to the court, he had mistaken the victim for his wife.
The victim who paralysed after giving birth, is struggling to survive a harsh rural environment, with little to eat.
