“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.”…
Author: Amapomaa
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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,…
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…