ZINDAGI

Guys!... Amazing news!... Guess what?... It's series season once more!!! 😁...(ikr... vibrantly dancing some kpanglogo 😂😂) Like Always,  this a #ZATARAXIA tin and my kinswoman Abena(check sidebar to see her lovely face...chai!.. Her smiles nkoaaaa... Resting comments😁) and yours truly have conjured this.  Happy reading 3333 and please don't forget to let us hear your thoughts in the comments section! 😁🙌 CHAPTER ONE Ingrid stared. She seemed to be oblivious of her surroundings, which was quite unbelievable considering the chaos around. Then I heard it. I quickly spun around only to be blinded by dazzling light. I immediately sank to the ground and felt a sharp pain in my left arm. I had been shot. What in heavens name was going on? Ingrid still stood rooted to the spot and despite my current situation all I could think of was getting her to safety. I heard it. Again. A second shot. This time it missed me just by an inch. I had to act and fast. I stagger...

Hi there Charley and welcome!... Here's a little something something I've prepared for ya... Happy Reading! Click here for the sequel / part 2 when you're done.  "Jonas, Charley you get Auntie Efe's digits? " an almost short-of-breath Nii asked his friend and room mate. The said room mate was in a little tete -a-tete with some beautiful ladies from the Mensah Sarbah hall describing his illusory father who lived in the 'States'. He was hoping to entice one of the females to warm his student mattress laden bed tonight after the party or if not, just a quickie with one of them would have quenched the maniac in him. The girls knew he was lying but the verve and the charm he employed in presenting his 'lies' thrilled them very much. The pretty petite girl amongst them had already envisioned her body wrapped around his and had liked what she saw. The fact of the matter had not escaped the notice of Jonas so it came as a great d...

Hi there and how have you been ? I haven't written for a while now and I apologize for that. You know nothing gives me joy like when when I sit down for hours to write for you guys 😍. Anywho, every once in a while I write posts about 'booklong ' things and today too I have prepared something on how to amplify your performance in Math. I think this might be my longest post yet.😋 Happy reading and please don't forget to let me hear your thoughts in the comments box 😁! "Don't worry about your difficulties in Mathematics, I assure you my are still greater." Albert Einstein once said. If the guy whose name comes first when you google 'best mathematician in the world' says something like this, then my guy make you no lose vim kraaa when you think you know 'nothing' (after all you no bi Jon Snow 😂). You see Math can be challenging, I know...because it used to be a challenge for me too.  I used to know 'nothing' eithe...

Hi there! Bonjour, Buenos Dias, Ni hao,  Namaste and Good moooooorning!!...Did you miss me?... I know I missed you 😍 Anyway , it has been a while since our last Bloggerview but we break that hiatus today with this spectacular peek into the life of Ms Ama Pomaa, author of A Time to Part. Do dive in and please don't forget to let us hear your thoughts in the comments section.  Happy reading! 🙌 Zindagi : Who is Ama Pomaa? Ama : Ama Pomaa is a twenty-something-year-old writer dabbling in the Christian-suspense genre. I’m also a Field Engineer working in the power sector. When I’m not assigned, I spend time with my family and try to put to paper the whisperings of the imaginary voices in my head. Zindagi : What is your total philosophy about writing? Ama : Writing is a form of art, and for me, an outlet for a lot of things that I feel deeply about. A person reading my book or article will see, on the surface, made-up people in a made-up world. But if...

Hi there guys!  You wouldn't believe  what I discovered just yesterday!! Okay so before I go all gaga, let me set the scene : It was a Saturday and my fanless room was super hot! (seriously ooo, the heat would seduce,  defeat and drive the sun to jealousy! 😂)  Anyway back to the story, so a few weeks now I'd been struggling with poverty but by this Saturday, what poverty and I were engaging in was like a handicapped match of me vrs Floyd Mayweather!  Chai!  Poverty was punching and jabbing me here and there!  My stomach growled in protest and with the little once of strength I had in my fingers I took my phone ( whose battery was at 12% by the way but not that it matters that my electricity was out😉😂) and scrolled through my chrome browser to find and read  some offline pages I had saved a while ago... and there it was   sat!... Waiting in its comic and Splendiferous majesty for me to read it! It was a string of...

Hi there!...I've been MIA for a while... I know...forgive me but in my defense I did tell you I'd be slumped up on The Creatars blog... It's where I've been hanging nowadays ooo ...do come check it out right after here ya heard?  😄...but I still have not forgotten you awesome people. Hiatuses are meant to be broken and what better with than a short story! 😁....Happy Reading! 🙌  "Okay Abu eeei!... Let me tell you something . Here’s one. Women send signals. What I just did,  That was a brush off. Before you dip into your shallow pool of wit, let me paint us a picture and save us both the trouble. Here’s your evening. You are going to slink back off to your buddies, laugh this off, get wasted, and make your way shamefully home. But don’t be thinking of me because even your fantasy of me isn’t interested in you!" Yaa screamed at Abu in his face and if one were to scrutinize Abu's face carefully, sputum from Yaa's mouth would have been found ...