“Owuo ayε ma di ooo owuo wa yε ma di. Ah we di mi ewu” screamed a woman, she was addressing death as though it was human. She said he had taken something precious from her. Her voice was hoarse perhaps from shouting too much. Aya got out of her bed and crept towards the window. She could see them, they were clad in the traditional black and red mourning attires. Many of them were women who wore black scarfs on their heads, wrappersRead More The People Called Family
“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….Read More Death by Fright
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 in […]Read More 1,280.
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!Read More Sister Sister:
Tadaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!! So as you may have noticed, I recently acquired a brand new name! Rosa Antoinette ( Kuukua Annang Asante ( here’s the part where I do my happy dance and display all my 32 and couple more teeth lol.) Yes, I got married to a very beautiful person Francis Asante. Anyone who has met this man […]Read More The Hostel Manager, The Programmer and Me 😉
You’ve finally graduated university. All praise to God who has shown you such mercy. Now you too wield a certificate, the ultimate weapon of survival in this our economy. It doesn’t matter that you had Third class; we all know the hustle you went through to get to where you are. Shame on all the […]Read More How to Search for a Job in Ghana
Fool me once, fool me twice Fool me no more than thrice Hurt me once, hurt me twice Thrice will mean cutting well over your size Thrice and you’ll be ignoring the caution call for the wise So fool me once or hurt me twice I have done more than just fall for your lies […]Read More I’m Only Human