“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
One year. Whew! Time really does fly doesn’t it? 6:52 am last year you were admitted into heaven. I know the concept of time is probably not the same in heaven, but I imagine God keeps track of the admission dates of his angels and throws some kind of party for them, right? I still […]Read More Broken Ivory- Sending lots of Love to you in Heaven
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 😉
We were not the best of friends, we were not class mates, or dorm mates, or table mates but you were more than an acquaintance. I remember one time I had come to your dorm for some purpose I cannot remember now. You were trying to unzip your chapel cloth. I quickly offered to help, […]Read More To a sister, schoolmate- Ama Mensima Abban.