Rain Check
A woman in my position is not supposed to desire the touch of a man. I shouldn’t miss the warmth of a body beside me, or the intimacy found only in the solace of a beloved. Nobody says it to...
Love
To Get to You
The night bus to Accra was leaving the station. Asare was in a ‘Pragya’ that was barely moving, a few metres away. He was supposed to be on that bus. “Driver, stop stop.” He handed over a two-cedi note and...
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...
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...