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So guess what?  I wrote a story just for you .I think it might be one of my best works yet but never mind me😋 . It was written for you ,  so you read it and you tell me what you think later yeah?  My twin sister from another mother, Edna wrote a feminist piece which you should totally also check out here .  Ahaaaa, and then kraaa again?... Yes!  I have missed you so much and I long to chat with you so please don't neglect to leave a comment. It will help me know your awesome self is 333😆 The Browns.  "Delalie!.. Delalie?!" Mrs Brown called out for their house help. She was growing impatient by the minute and the fact that Nii, her husband was still not home irritated her astronomically. He was supposed to meet her at Pastor Nsiah's office for their counselling session but he had not turned up. She had waited patiently for him to return even a single of the twenty of her calls he had missed but zilch! "Ah!... Where could this girl be?" ...

So a while back I published the first part of this story here and the response was remarkable! Awurabena said she'd like to feature for the sequel and so after a while of cooking it, it is finally here.....Happy Reading and please don't forget to leave a comment! 😉 *A month ago* Ebo Essandoh’s decision to commit suicide had everything to do with Esi Akorful. It was no news. At least, to those who knew him well, of which his mum, the attorney general, and his three closest pals Nii, Jonas and Paa were inclusive. Esi Akorful. Only God knows what power she possessed to cause such transformation in Ebo since they met. That is what we’d call it. A drastic transformation. Ebo Essandoh entered the university with excellent grades. The guy was exceptionally brilliant and his transcript was proof enough.  It was almost like he was the Einstein of his time. Well technically he was. Contrary to what you may be thinking Ebo wasn’t a notorious person. Well to the outside w...

Here's to a Sunday fun day ... Enjoy! 😉 #Jeremiah He got there and an immense feeling of nostalgia grasped every part of his being. The smell was as he left it, the houses and people, same save for Hajia Fati who had boosted her Tuo Zaafi’ business from just a little container to a building in the Nti plaza. "Business must be good "he muttered to himself. Everything was the same, yet everything had changed. "Had she changed too? " he wondered. They say for each person, there is the 'one'. You know the one that makes you smile in your darkest days; makes you feel like you are the only homo sapien in the entire infinite number of Universes.  For Jeremiah Korsah, that 'one' had been Anna Boakye and he had loved her for a while until when it came down to choosing between an opportunity of a lifetime to work for the BBC in the UK and Anna, he had chosen the latter. Anna had not been very much pleased about that and till date ...

Eiish you guys who have been pressing me to post the sequel to against the sky no, hmmmmm you de3 it's coming wae 😉....Here's a little short story that has been sitting in my drafts for like. .. Well, forever! 😵....It was written spontaneously so here's to spontaneous reading ... Enjoy!    He walked with a spring in his steps though his tired heart warned him of the act being unwise. Soon he was panting like a rabid dog but how could he stop?  He longed to hold Efua in his arms again after being at war for most part of the year. The prospect of this brought him an energy that was tucked away somewhere in his body and he started to jog. "Yaw hold on! your woman will not vanish!", Donkor , his travelling companion teased. But Yaw had already dived behind a thick grove and Donkor was forced to run in a bid to catch up to him. " Loser buys the other a pot of palm wine" Yaw challenged. "You've got yourself a wager" Don...

Hi there peeps... I haven't posted in a while,  forgive me. So about two things happened these past few days : 1. We experienced a power outage over here so my phone's battery had died.  2. I had also been trying to study and read more writing books to improve my writing.  And if you still haven't read the first part, you can find it here I'm still trying to work on the comments box as some of you amazing people have brought it to my notice that you have been finding it difficult to comment...  I'd like to dedicate this piece to Mohammed Ibrahim who has followed this journey avidly.  Asalam my brother! 😀 Now there,  enough about me,  how have you been? 😘😘....   "Meet me at Kodjo's Cafe at 8 pm today in the evening...we need to talk!" Sarah's message simply read.  Yalley spent a great part of his cognitive processes thinking about the various instances one might use the phrase, " we need to talk ". First to come to his m...

     "I love you... I would like to marry you someday ," Yalley whispered to Sarah as they sat together at the back of the midnight bus that was conveying them both back to Campus. Of course Sarah sat there stunned by this sudden confession from Yalley. "This is ...so... sudden," Sarah stuttered. "Not to me... I've wanted to say that since the very first day I met you.. I just didn't want to (gestures like a mad person) come off like a crazy person " Yalley mumbled as they both laughed at the thought. "Can I think about it and tell you tomorrow? "  "Sure," Yalley answered. "And you won't take it badly if my answer is 'no' right? " Sarah enquired with concern spread across her smooth oval face. "naaa, " Yalley responded cooly with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Silence then crept into their midst as the bus glided along the Accra streets. Sitting beside her, Yalley conte...

     Tapping away at his keyboard, he leaned in close, squinting at the image before him. He was in a plaid shirt and looked like he had been waiting for quite some time. Running a hand across his face, he slumped back into his seat, reclining in the wicker chair. Even sitting, he looked quite tall, his legs crossed at the ankles, and still engaged with his phone. At the chime of the glass crystals at the café front, he turned expectantly, and then slumped back into his seat, his forehead creasing into a frown. Glancing at his watch, he muttered some indistinct words and began fiddling with the frayed ends of the checkered tablecloth. In about two minutes into the inaudible monologue he was engaged in, he turned at the chime, and formed an inaudible word on his mouth, his eyes wide and bright. Gripping the edge of the table, he stood up unsteadily and walked towards her. Paul: I was not surprised that Akua was twenty minutes late. Again. Like she’d been for all our s...