Last week Nana and I went to the sex shop when she visited Atlanta. She has revealed on this blog that she has an “aversion” (if you can call it that) to going to Ghanaian sex shops and might feel more comfortable visiting one in the states. I on the other hand, have never been to a sex shop, anywhere. Somehow I always imagined seedy old men and semen on the walls in these establishments, and the thought has repulsed me enough to keep me out of any shop’s doors.
Until last week.
I dutifully took Nana to The Love Shack, which looked just like a shack. It was a wooden cabin decked out with neon lights, …

Today I delivered a guest lecture to students at a 6th form college and one of them came up to me and said “Are you the same person who writes on the blog Adventures from”? My response was of course “Yes” but it got me thinking…
A fellow blogger was saying to me a few days ago that I should designate my blog as an adult site. He made me laugh because he was like “I can’t read about that…”, “you can’t read about what exactly“? was my response. He replied “you know what I mean, don’t drill me“. I laughed because he did not even want to mention the word sex. I understood though, …