FIVISUHUNUNYAME: West African Folk-Fiction

Fivusu was startled awake by the howling of wolves. He shot up from the make-shift bed he had made out of palm fronds and looked about him, but his eyes registered little in the darkness. His bonfire was all about dead; only a fading trail of smoke curled its way up from the ashes, stretching …

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THE CURIOS CASE OF LETICIA BANYIN

Hello guys. I'm super glad to share this, The Curios Case of Leticia Banyin, fan-fiction I wrote based on the Inspector Bediako series, with you guys. I wrote it out as a prologue, so try not to be too mad at me for all the plenty unanswered questions. Hope you like it! And yes, ALL …

I Survived You: An Open Letter

  I thought of and typed out a title for this post before I actually got to writing it. I almost never do that, so I guess this a big deal LOL. (Do we put the LOL before the full stop or after? Whatever... I'm just going to finesse it.) True-Fiction. Today I saw one …

Kyerekuwa

On Saturdays, Kyerekuwa left home with only two things: the clothes on her body and the empty dora the explorer school bag on her back; always certain to return home with much more. Her small feet meandered through the clustered houses surrounding the slum. Past gutters, stray cats and Mensima’s old cock with the crooked …

Musing: What Does it Mean to be Human?

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What Baawua Gave to Jesus: Alias, The Body dier, Weak

When Baawua, resident macho man and general troublemaker (in that order) finally gave his life to Christ, he expected the world would change to accommodate his new perspective on life. He anticipated a sudden ease in every hustle; the ephemeral peace that had at once taken over his heart when Pastor Ashimolo laid hands on …

As God does Punish.

He picked up his spectacles from on top the dresser and placing it firmly on his nose, turned to her. She drew the cigarette away from her lips, whistling a plume of smoke in his direction. Satisfaction played around the smirk on her lips. “And what are you so excited about?” She tongued the cigar …

We Will Not Pray For Ourselves.

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Akotowaa Ntontan

People who are dying of thirst know that they need water to survive. That if they raise their voices to ask, someone may just bring it. We always assume those dying of thirst would like their thirst quenched. Sometimes, they would not.

It is a curious thing, the mind of a person who does not want to stay. I am talking about the kind whose eyes are open and can see the truth clearly. The kind within arm’s reach of the cure, whose hands remain demurely folded in laps, as disease ravages rapidly.

It is one thing to be exhausted of your own life. It is another thing entirely to be exhausted of life itself. To know that even if your personal, greatest problems were suddenly, magically solved, you still would not want to stay.

Whether or not we are impervious to burning does not change the fact that we…

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ARE YOU SEXIST? A Do-It-Yourself Questionnaire for Men.

ARE YOU SEXIST? A QUESTIONNAIRE FOR MEN In each of the following scenarios, note down your emotional response using a scale of 1-5. Where 1 is not upset at all, and 5 is very upset. Vero, a married housewife has been cheating on her husband. Her complaint is that his penis is too small and …

Why Kuukua Left

  For me It was a sad day when Kuukua stopped talking to me. I called her phone many times, left voice messages and three essays inside her inbox. In the first, I was surprised, worried; in the second, I was angry, every word was capitalized, I think; in the third I was remorseful, desperate, …

Throat to Chest

For Shika. Fuseinu rolls over on his mat and puffs out the single candle illuminating the tiny security outpost, his home. He turns to face his lover - a tiny shadow next to him, and plants a warm kiss on her forehead. “Tell me about your day” Today I spat in the evening meal. It …

Esum Kabii: A Preternatural Story

Do you not draw inspiration from the gut? Sprawled out in a mess of your own entrails; finger-painting Life, with blood. Atipoe clapped his hands together and sat down at the edge of the steep cliff. His eyes took in the vision of forest around him. The dark clouds overhead cast a malignant spell over …