Despair was very present. Mom just lay there – helpless. “Should we call in our resident priest sir?” said the nurse with what looked like pity in her eyes. “Who does this nurse think she is? Why does she allow pity creep through her soul, when she is just a mere witness to life’s unfair…
Read MoreIt was dark, very dark. Pitch dark heaviness- you could feel it; almost cut through it. He crawled on the floor so he could feel his entire surroundings with every extension of his body. He heard footsteps from a distance. His heart raced. “It’s in a distance.” He thought to himself. His heart still raced.…
Read MoreAfter the game, the King and pawn go into the same box. (Italian proverb) Abena walked past the porridge seller right in front of the only Ecobank bank in the Dansoman area. You would think the loud thumping of Daddy Lumba’s Abin Woha seeping through the vulcanizing shop down the bank’s road would distract her.…
Read More…David Nyame!! We thank you for this mountainous edifice of food prepared by our very own in-house Chef, Kwabena Poison – The best Chef inside Dansoman. Dear God, we ask you to bless the farmer, the cooker and the eater! May3 fu nsh3 ma mpenpenso). (With one eye open) Ah the Holy Spirit has seized…
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 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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