THE BARBER SHOP Characters Barber 1 – Master and kiosk owner Barber 2 Barber 3 Koku Segbefia – store cleaner and squatter Two old men Orange seller Random passers-by The scene is set in a barber shop (kiosk) in Taifa, a suburb in the Greater Accra Region of Ghana. Two old men play…
Read MoreKente A symbol of Royalty, the Kente cloth has held prominence among the people of Ghana for a very long time. Ghanaians should be grateful to me and my family, the Ananses, for gifting them with such a great national treasure. Do you think what I am saying is just noise? (Eyeballs innocent writer) Ask…
Read MoreREVELATIONS It was particularly humid; the kind which kept you tossing and turning in your bed. Foolish I, thought opting for the floor that night would help my situation. Disappointment greeted me in my stride. I changed positions about a hundred times on that cursed heated floor. I curled, twirled, posed and bowed. But none…
Read MoreAm 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…
Read MoreHell 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…
Read MoreNn3, 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…
Read MoreAnansesem… 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…
Read MoreI 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.…
Read MoreNTIKUMAH… 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…
Read MoreThe 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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