I AM A MAN – ?

  Am I a man? Just because I have a penis and an Adam’s apple? Am I a man just because society tells me so? Or because “mister” precedes my name. You would think by the doctor exclaiming “it’s a boy!” I would automatically grow up to be a man. In this case, I am…

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THE ANANSES: CHRONICLES OF SISTER AMA

Hell knows no fury… Laughter fills my lungs anytime I hear men say they have women in the bag. Do we look like objects to you? You would think men would be more appreciative in their stride considering women are the actual bosses. I can feel the disapproval of men seeping through my seat as…

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I WILL SHOW YOU MY KRAKYI POWERS – THE WORDS OF A FANTE MAN.

Nn3, I will show you me krakyi powers. Hwonaa hwontiasi hwongyina nkyene na Fante diplomat rekasa. I will not conform to nkwasiadzi for I am a krakyi. Do you know the schools I have been to? Why do I say this? My coastal brothers will agree with me when I say the Fante Forex is…

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THE ANANSES: CHRONICLES OF SISTER AMA

  Anansesem…  It was a waakye kind of morning. Waakye, no matter what anyone says is the ultimate food for future champions. My thoughts as I stepped out in my shades to buy Hajia’s whole consignment of the elixir of life (waakye) for my family. We do have a huge appetite you know. I am…

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An Interview

I sat down close to her. Propped myself up. Did she notice it? I pushed up my glasses. I shifted a little in my chair. Did she notice it this time? “So Mr. Adam…” Oh no!! She is talking to me.  My lashes Pat too much. Ok don’t move your hands. Maybe she won’t notice.…

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Je suis Fatigue – Not poetry, An Explanation.

A propagation of the truth will leave the scholarly in vagueness As to why a damsel in her 21st century still feels distress See that? Yes I’m tired of writing proper English To explain to you damsels how life tingles I mean, I owe know thing nothing Yet, today I sit, turning in this widening…

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THE ANANSES: CHRONICLES OF SISTER AMA

NTIKUMAH… A not so long time ago, when my husband, Ananse, was still slim and sexy and I bedazzled with my lavishly long natural hair, he was the bearer of all wisdom. He being the ‘smart’ lad kept all of the world’s wisdom in a pot instead of his head. We fought about this issue…

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