Dear Kwasi, Anytime that I want to leave you I hear my mother’s voice say “I know you’re a lawyer but make sure you don’t become one of those I-know-my-rights-women. Aboa pete dze ne kwasia pe nyinkyer”. You see, baby, I don’t want to become one of those I-know-my-rights-women.  I don’t want to be a ‘liberated woman’ who refuses to submit to the Eurocentric standard of beauty and so walks around in styles she claims are ...  [Read more]

OD remains the only man whose love slips through my heart unconsciously. Why aren’t we together? Story for another day. When we met 2 years ago, we knew we were the same person in different bodies. I am sure some of you have somebody like that in your lives. Anyway, when OD called me and asked in his usual impudent tone if my night was busy, I badly wanted to say “Yes! I am busy!” But marghn, the silk in that voice, tickled me in ...  [Read more]

The first time So as you know, it all started with Paa Kwesi saying Ibrahim was dying to see me. I had treated HIM to lunch at the Mall and he called his cousin. He insisted that we meet up soon, and so we did on Friday night, I think it was. Maybe it was Saturday. I can’t remember. Anyway we went to dinner at the Mall, grabbed a quick bite to eat and then saw The Hobbit. He complimented me the ENTIRE time. He seemed really surprised ...  [Read more]

Yesterday, I confessed to my friends that till I met my boyfriend, all the guys I dated had some kind of forceful sexual intercourse with me. Ladies, you know what I’m talking about- the kind of sex where you don’t want to do it but he wants to and so he pounds away and you come out with bruises and tears. I thought I was alone but surprisingly, all my friends shared similar experiences. And that got me incensed. I’m pissed off that this ...  [Read more]

Okay it happened, on my birthday *which is why I no fit forget am; imagine, my birthday *smh. Anyway we planned the day carefully, luxurious 4-star hotel, Chinese food, dancing and hot sex after it all. We got to the hotel, booked into one of their suites and started pre smooching. Got over a nice quickie then started getting ready for dinner at the restaurant. The evening went so well, I didn’t dance as much as I wanted because he was horny ...  [Read more]

I passed right through the noisy front den, aware of all the lascivious stares piercing through my legging-clad ass. I pulled my jacket closer to hide the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra under my lace top; a deliberate attempt at seduction for who it was meant for. I walked straight to the opening that led into the sunken, dimly lit alcove where he said he would be. Vision was difficult and all I could see was a group of giggling Asian girls ...  [Read more]

Anisa, beautiful, average height, fashionable lady, about 24; She'd barged in on us at the temporary work place, somewhere in the middle of Tamale; a small room with 2 occupied desks and 4 work stations, while we were busy collecting data. She called out on one of my colleagues and while they had a subtle convo I eavesdropped keenly. The tag on her neck signified that she was a journalist. My eyes seemed to have wandered too long, from where ...  [Read more]

You haven’t told me that you miss me The fact that I haven’t told you that I miss you, doesn’t mean I don’t miss you So why don’t you tell me? What’s the point of me telling you that I miss you? In my head I am thinking, “You’re not mine to miss. You’re somebody else’s man. Why should I tell you I miss you?” I’ve known him for years. We’ve never been more than casual acquaintances. Sometimes he commented ...  [Read more]

I was bbming my girlfriend Wanjiru ahead of my trip to Nairobi: Chale I’m going through a major drought. I haven’t had some in months.  Seriously? I need to hook you up when you get here.  The hook up was Tom. He was part Kenyan and part English. A year ago he moved back home to Nairobi, after having secured a job as a correspondent for the BBC. He shared a 5-bedroom house in Westlands with a Swedish independent filmmaker whose ...  [Read more]

  It was one of those hotel rooms where men who work in the lower ranks of Ghana’s civil service take their newly acquired girlfriends to for a ‘short time’. The walls were a strange shade of white; the bed had sheets that must have been white once upon a time, and the cleaner consistently missed the rat dropping that clung stubbornly to the wall beneath the air conditioning unit.   He had spent two nights in my bed, ...  [Read more]