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
My good friend Mandela wrote the male version of Love me fiercely and even though I am not a guy, I suspect that he has hit the nail on the head. (Guys, am I right?) We have the most random of conversations based on his whatsapp status and he just seemed like the right person for the job. Thanks for indulging me on such short notice, … Continue reading Love me fiercely: The Men’s Version
I co-wrote this story in 2015 with Gerard Nartey via whatsapp. He’d write one paragraph and I would write the next, even though we didn’t have any idea what kind of ending the other person had in mind. I don’t know why I never published it then. Happy reading and cheers to spontaneous writing! His eye lids weighed due to gravity. He kept wake to … Continue reading Waiting for Kathy
Love me fiercely. Love me boldly. Surprise me with hausa koko at work. Fight for the last piece of soft wele when you buy me waakye from Auntie Adiza, just because you know my heart will smile when my teeth sink in with ease. Cover me with a blanket and kiss my forehead even though I am fast asleep. I may not be awake but … Continue reading Love me fiercely
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
Naa Awula is back, serving us some realness. 1st February was her birthday as well, so I am sure she is coming with all the euphoria and hope of a new year. Happy reading! A tune plays softly in the background. The decor – splendid. The atmosphere is filled with oohs, ahhs and awws of guests. Hundreds of pairs of eyes, all fixed on you. … Continue reading Jezebel’s Jollof
It was there when I got home. My dinner. Two bowls covered with a napkin. I hate it when she does this- plays the dutiful wife when I have been a jerk. That ‘coals of fire’ thing they taught us in Sunday School actually works. It makes me feel worse for not being there for her. These days, she spends more time staring at the … Continue reading Soliloquy
I have never reblogged anything before, but then again, I don’t remember the last time I enjoyed a short story this much. Enjoy! P.S: I miss you guys! 😢 **Here I’m experimenting with imagery. Too wordy? I think I overdid it XD. He was almost there. He shivered as he walked, despite his brisk pace. It was cold out, and the air smelled of … Continue reading Plantain chips
Inspired by an Instagram quote. I don’t think I want to imagine a time when I won’t be in love with you, or you with me. I will love you until I have become a part of you, and you of me, Until it is impossible to draw a line to show where you end and I begin, Because we will be two and yet … Continue reading Indelible
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.
Abeiku Hagan wasn’t at his productive best today. He had been lost in deep thought all day. There was no way he could focus on the quarterly report he had to prepare for his partners. And who could blame him? He was going to be best man for a wedding in a month’s time and he was in love with the bride.
He couldn’t count the number of Champions league matches he had missed to take a stroll with her, or how much of his pocket money he had saved to be able to buy her the pineapple and ginger juice she loved so much. Continue reading The girl in the relationship