Akosua Rona 2: Fellow Ghanaians
Of terrorist 4 year olds, internet funerals, Corona money and the end times! Episode 2 of the Covid-19 story series. Continue reading Akosua Rona 2: Fellow Ghanaians
Tag: Fiction
V is for lovers
I just had to write this one after all the different conversations I overheard today, regarding Valentine’s Day. Happy Valentine’s Day if you celebrate it, and never mind if you don’t. This is a story about love and life on Val’s Day in Accra! If you love Val’s day and you gnashed today, this story is pretty good consolation. Love always, Keni! ‘All I am … Continue reading V is for lovers
Cooking Class
My friend Larkor deserves the accolades for this one. Enjoy, everyone! I miss you guys so much and this is one of my attempts to win back your love after going MIA for so long. 🙈 So much has happened and too much time has gone by to waste your time with long explanations. Just one request: when you pray, pray for me as well! And yes, … Continue reading Cooking Class
Not one of us
Been ages, I know! Forgive me for the absence but I am back now. I trust you have all been doing well! A special welcome to all those who have recently joined the family. Make yourselves at home 🙂 This one is dedicated to Kwame Acheampong for bugging me to publish a story asap and to Carlian for keeping my secret. 😉 It was so … Continue reading Not one of us
Till death do us part- the sequel
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 both … Continue reading Till death do us part- the sequel
Till death do us part
I kept staring at the wall clock as if that would somehow bring him back. The seconds turned into minutes, and then an hour. When three hours had passed, three hours of just sitting there in disbelief, I picked my phone and called my brother. ‘Ekow, he is dead. My husband is dead’. And with those words, the nightmare became a reality. Then everything else … Continue reading Till death do us part
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