Hello, baby.
“Babe.” Joojo dragged his face off the pillow and turned towards the sound of his wife’s voice. “Hm?” “We have to go.” “What?” “It’s coming.” A jolt shot through his brain, forcing his eyes wide open. Animwaa was leaning against...
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The People vs. Nyamekyɛ 2
I can’t do it. Sitting in church, sandwiched between my mum and dad, Rev. Andoh’s sermon goes through one ear and out the other. I steal a glance at my phone, checking a WhatsApp notification I’ve been waiting for all...
The People vs. Nyamekyɛ
“Children are a gift from God … if the timing is right.” Missy Gold, my J.S.S teacher dropped this variation of the popular saying during an RME lesson in. At the time, it sounded disturbing. Children were a gift from...
A Mini Sneak Peek at My Next Novel
Marilyn Baidoo paced the kitchen of a high-rise apartment, her emotions a cocktail of anxiety and child-like giddiness. Her boyfriend of two years had proposed the night before, which meant she hadn’t slept a wink, partly from excitement, and partly...
Since you’ve been gone
Dear Ex, How’ve you been? It feels like it’s been ages. I know you come around sometimes, but I honestly don’t remember the last time I felt your presence. I suppose that’s my fault. We didn’t exactly end on...
Man Down (Mr. Otua) … 3
Contd. from part 2 Their wellington boots crushed the dried leaves and branches in their path. Amoako swung his machete across the Guinea grass that bracketed the narrow route from his farm to his house. Dino followed behind, whistling a...
Me Too
He had tried to get out of it. At six o’clock that morning when Nobert called, he had told him all his church clothes were dirty. He’d gone back to sleep, convinced the hound was off his back. There was...
Man Down (Mr. Otua) … 2
contd. from part 1 Frema pulled away, still smiling. “Hey, you.” “Hi,” he breathed. Bursting with a renewed confidence, he wrapped his arm around her waist and turned to the guys. “You were saying?” Akoto raised his hands. “Bossu!” “Baako...
Man Down (Mr. Otua) …1
“Class, what do we call a guy who spends his money paying for his girlfriend’s school fees?” “Sir me!” Akoto shot up from the stool, hand still raised. “Sir please he’s an Ofui.” Both men screamed and fell to the...
He loves me not, obviously.
“Jess, I need you. Are you busy?” I have twenty-four hours to sew four bridesmaid dresses, find a new venue for a client’s wedding, get decor for said venue done, and find time in between to free my hair of...