I was 12 or 13 the first time I took watermelon. It was at school. The new school management had decided to improve the quality of our food. Fruits were added to the diet. The variety increased. A bit. I don’t know about the quality though. Pity they couldn’t have paid more attention instead to… Continue reading What About The Seeds?
I can’t remember exactly when I heard Barack Obama had become the 44th and the 1st Black President of the United States of America but I can recall a lot of the moments before and after. My school, which was fully boarding was secluded and removed from most of the occurrences of the outside world.… Continue reading THAT BLACK KID WITH LONG EARS AND A FUNNY NAME
If I could summarize my 2016 in one sentence, it’d be the question, “What do you have to lose?” Early in January 2016, I received a call from threesixtyGh asking if I would be interested in joining their writing team. I had only been writing for a year or so and had been blogging… Continue reading “WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO LOSE?” MY 2016 JOURNEY OF DISCOVERY
My family has been both completely non-religious and devoutly religious over the course of my growing up but one thing has never changed: the absolute normalcy of Christmas Day. We’ve never had any celebrations, any trees, lights, gifts or specially prepared food for the day. It has always been just another day at home. When… Continue reading Enduring Christmas
Fiction is something I love doing. It’s also something I’m increasingly taking my time over. This piece has been revised so many times since I wrote it months ago. Hope you enjoy reading. Adu paced back and forth in front of the store. He had been waiting a while for the store to empty but… Continue reading The Appointment
Have you ever felt that returning Ghanaian diasporans seem fake? They come from their great jobs or excellent schools, handling the latest and most expensive gadgets, speaking wonderful English with such exquisite accents, drinking bottled water instead of sachet water and commuting in costlier taxis instead of our beloved trotros. Those who come down to… Continue reading Too Foreign To Be Local
Going through 6 years of secondary school (in Nigeria, JSS and SSS are combined) is one of the hardest things I’ve done. JSS was particularly tough. I was the sardine in a sea full of sharks. Small, shy and far away from home, my only brief in JSS was to survive until vacation came around… Continue reading A LESSON IN PERSEVERANCE