THE PEOPLE CALLED FAMILY 2

If you missed part 1, read it here “You are his firstborn, you are the one supposed to do this.” One of his aunts was saying. Yoofi didn’t care much about what was being said, he hated being at the mortuary. There was no waiting area and no chairs to sit, and he was beginningContinue reading “THE PEOPLE CALLED FAMILY 2”

My name Bi Bra Mate, Respect My Office

Mate no be easy job at all my paddy. You dey shout make passengers come tap your troski inside, you dey fight station masters den help your master dodge koti. You dey add plus minus, den times plus divide money all the time wey you san dey watch passengers we dey giddown, or enter di bus,Continue reading “My name Bi Bra Mate, Respect My Office”

Death by Fright

“Form one fuɔ! Gymi nii bεn na ayε saa gyimi diε wei?” Asabea bellowed.

“Asabea, you will speak English and remember your manners in this house, understood?” Gianni, the House Compound prefect scolded calmly.

“Sorry Sister.” Martinette replied and shouted again “Sisters in the Upstairs Dormitories, whose stupid daughter, brought to this school by the stupid computer system of the GES, thought it wise to turn the staircase….

1,280. 

The radio in the Trotro was loud. Very loud. The passengers complained but the driver, probably deafened by constant exposure to such unpleasant loudness or at least pretending to be, ignored their complaints. Perhaps he had cause to, the man who was talking on the radio program sounded very angry over the recent increase inContinue reading “1,280. “

Sister Sister:

I am trading my Arden- Clarke for their Nutsukpui, I am wearing Ewe Kente for the traditional marriage, I am even agreeing to only three bridesmaids instead of six, and a simple trumpet gown instead of my intended dreamy princess ball gown. As if all these aren’t enough, they want me to do six months of counseling, when we have already done three months at my church! Why, do they want us to get PhDs in marriage counseling before we marry? I can’t deal with their pettiness!

Ritual Penance

Nii Afotey bent over the aluminium bucket with his shovel in hand. He diligently scrubed the shovel with metal gauze and soap. He was once mason but that was a long time ago, when he still had youthful hair on his head and teeth that could bite bones. Now his only pass time was doing menial jobs around his compound and weekly scrubbing his precious shovel.