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…
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I see you
“This is anonymous, right?” The man with the recorder smiled. Of course, it was. That was the only reason she had agreed to do the…
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.”…
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…
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…