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…
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Rolling off the tongue, A metamorphosed shtick of pleasure. In and out In and out – it moves with rigorous friction and pressure. A bitter sweet taste of everlasting serenity, Only drowned by the spittle seeping from the lip-side. One might groan and moan from the intense pleasure; Yet is steady as not to release…
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I come from a place where good morning means nothing A place where respect is earned Not by Face value But by the lining in my pocket. I come from a place where Dabidabi 3b3y3 yie is the national anthem Sang for some 61 years and yet nothing seems to fathom All I hear is 3nd3 di3…
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 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 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…
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