Episode 1 Yoofi groaned inwardly when the siren went off. That was the one thing he hated about Capital High- that loud intrusive siren that dictated when to eat or sleep. He was a nocturnal person and could stay awake until 3am. Just when he was settling into the cozy arms of sleep around 4:45, the siren would go off. Back to the same old … Continue reading Capital High Ep01: They are coming
Yes, for the first time, we have a Part 3; and it comes just two weeks before the blog turns 1! I don’t like stretching a story so I can confidently tell you that this is the last part of the story. I have never had a story move people as strongly as The Help and The Help II did! Maybe it is because many modern day families struggle … Continue reading The Help III
Hi there! This is where we left off, in the dimly-lit living room of the Tachie-Mensons. The story continues… ‘W-what did you just say? You have got to be the most selfish person on this planet right now! We have 3 children and you are just going to walk away because it is too difficult to balance being Mummy with taking care of all your beloved … Continue reading The Help II
Frank sat in the dark, lost in thought. He absentmindedly ran his fingers along the rim of the glass of cranberry juice he was holding in his right hand. Cranberry juice was his new favourite thing, in Vanessa’s opinion. She and her brothers had already gone to bed, and he was grateful for that. He didn’t want them to hear his conversation with their mother. … Continue reading The Help
Based on an almost true story 🙂 I heard that you guys had broken up- you and Aboagye. It filled my heart with hope for a few seconds- until reality hit me. You see, the thing is, with you, I never even stood a chance. We are on two entirely different planets, you and I. Your legs have never been bitten by mosquitoes, whereas every … Continue reading I never stood a chance
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
11:56pm. It was late and I should have been getting some rest, but I was waiting for her to text me back. It was not like her to fall asleep without saying goodnight. She was probably busy. I hated it- the fact that I had become this dependent on her, this clingy. I hated the fact that she knew she had me in her pocket, … Continue reading Don’t judge me
I am not exactly sure what woke me up – the sound of the rain hitting the aluminium roof or snippets of Emeka and Jackline’s argument wafting through the thin walls. They always pick odd hours for their fights and prayer meetings. I reached for my watch – it was 3:15 am. Who argues about money for garden eggs and plantain at 3:15? Two days … Continue reading Married to a cockerel
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..
‘Please wait!’, Denise called out just before the doors of the elevator closed. She slid in just in time, mumbling her thanks to the man who kept the door open. ‘Fifth floor, right?’, he asked and for the first time since she got in, she looked up at his face. It was one of the relatively new employees, he was in the Finance Department. ‘Yes … Continue reading Call me Kwesi…
The street hawker balances her basket of wares on top of the ‘No Hawking’ sign, while bargaining with a policeman about the price of whatever she is selling. That takes gut! She skillfully keeps her wares on top of her head, while weaving her way through the torrent of cars and avoiding the motorcycles that speed past them. That is called dexterity. He weathers the … Continue reading The Street Hawker
Thank you for staying with us the whole year through! Well, technically it is just two months, but who is keeping count? Thanks for reading and sharing! Here is to even better stories in 2015! The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about … Continue reading 2014 in review
September 2009, Tarkwa. Kwansima was seething with anger. She had had it! Her father was becoming more and more unbearable to live with, with every passing day. Yes, she was 28 but she didn’t need him to remind her everyday that she needed to get married soon. For the third time this week, he had threatened to kick her out of the house for her … Continue reading Accidental Intention
He was one of those people who made you feel like you were the only person in the room. And considering the fact that he probably knew everyone else in the room, it made you feel even more special. Continue reading They don’t make them like him anymore..