Well there you have it- the effects of Kenikodjo reader pressure. I feel as though I haven’t been the best version of me in recent times when it comes to storytelling, so I guess it doesn’t hurt to give you what you want. Part 1 and Part 2 got so many of you texting me for Part 3. Been so long that you have probably forgotten the … Continue reading Not one of us 3
Happy Wednesday, guys! Our guest blogger Naa Awula is back again!! Looks like all those prayers you were pouring over her have worked. If you missed the first part of the Legacy story, this is where you can find it. Don’t forget to subscribe/follow the blog to make sure you don’t miss a thing! Happy reading! Sefakor tossed in her bed for the umpteenth time. … Continue reading The Legacy II
It’s Easter, one of my favourite periods of the year. I would send you ‘greetings’ but I can’t stand the ‘Happy Easter’ greeting. It’s sort of flat. I prefer ‘Christ is risen’ with the response ‘He’s risen indeed!’ That, after all, is the essence of Easter- his death, resurrection and what that sacrifice symbolizes for us. I have been away from social media for a … Continue reading Not one of us 2
I don’t like sequels, because I feel like they are never as good as the original story, but I love my readers. I am happy when you are happy, so here you go! -Keni N.B: Just in case you have not read Part 1, here you go. It will make a lot more sense if you read it before coming to this. If you met me through … Continue reading Don’t judge me II
I’m sorry it has taken so long to write this sequel. Two Kenikodjo readers called me all the way from the US to demand that I finish the story…so this is me being obedient 🙂 If you missed the first part, here you go! Happy reading!! Denise squinted at the monitor and made a mental note to go see the optician before the end of … Continue reading Call me Kwesi again..
Author’s note: You can catch up on the first part of this story right here!
Sedinam’s eyes were fixed on the fishermen who were mending their nets. ‘I wish it was that easy to fix this mess’, she thought to herself wistfully. She had been sitting at the seashore all day, watching the waves battle with one another, thinking and crying- mostly crying. Every time she thought about the look on Nii Nortey’s face that day, she felt queasy. The wind blew again, forcing her to readjust her shawl around her shoulders. She took off her sunglasses and looked at her watch. It was time to leave and she still had no idea what she was going to do.
Author’s note: Hi there!If you missed the first part of the story, here is your chance to catch up! ‘I am pregnant with his baby’, the words hung in the air and I looked ahead blankly. I didn’t need to turn my head to see the concern in my mother’s face metamorphose into shock. ‘Oh my child, I am so sorry’ and then we … Continue reading Till death do us part- the sequel