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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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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The Beginning… For most once upon a times, the story of Kwaku Ananse, my husband, has been told too many upon that time and in countless forms. Ananse, quite the popular lad, has been featured in many stories and forms around the world. In Europe, he was nicknamed Dolus, Hermes (yes your belt) and Loki…
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As a child, I remember Akua used to carry you on her back as a child. She never left home without you. You became her companion. Her cherished one. Her love. With your flat head and small eyes, you would look at her with an expressionless stare. A wave of depth went through the lines that lead…
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