You may remember my previous post about the doctor who wanted to give me a baby through my knees? Well I found another Dr who is really nice, easy to talk to, and doesn’t want to give me a baby through my knees. To jog your memory (or in case you didn’t read my previous post on the subject), I wanted to see a gynaecologist because a scan had revealed the lining of my womb was thicker than normal. The gynaecologist I eventually saw also did a scan and agreed that the lining of my womb was abnormally thick, and asked me to do a blood test on the second day of my period.  So …

[A little bird tells me that Bandeka has an Accra mixer this Thursday. Surely there is no better time to share the post that I had asked Bandeka girl to write for me a lil while ago]
 
The men were shy (or couldn’t be bothered or acted too cool). However, they would quickly man up when I went to suggest that the women were alone in one corner of the bar… I had to keep doing this every 20-30min with different guys. The women were particularly appreciative when I’d come in, move a couple of them from their seats (discreetly talking to them about fixing the gender segregation) and take them to the guy’s section- by …

It was a pleasant mid-summer afternoon and I was walking through the city centre with a colleague when I asked whether our co-worker Tom – fashionable, stick thin, skinny jeans-wearing, long fringe-flipping, gay and proud Tom – was still with the firm. He replied “I don’t know, but I hope he isn’t. Every time I speak to him I’m scared for my arsehole, innit.”
*crickets*
Now let’s look past the abomination that is ending a statement, no matter how perversely ignorant, with “innit”. The bigger issue here is that my colleague is not alone in his views – and I’m not talking about the homophobia, we all know how unfortunately widespread that is – but the deep-seated …

So it was my first year of university and I had developed a teenage tendency to crush hard and assume that every man I met was the one. I was young I was naïve but the one thing I wasn’t lacking in was confidence…. or time on my hands.
The target of my youthful affection was my Humanities lecturer. At the time 6 years older than me was a lot and he had the cockiness of a man who knew everything. I had to have him. He had a gorgeous smile, could wax lyrical about feminism and yes, ok his body shape hinted at the cuddly frame he would have in later years but what did …

It has long been a dream of mine to be fucked in Twi, my mother tongue.  To have the language I was scolded in as a child used on me in the bedroom until my body was defenseless against an imminent orgasm. The world of languages and lust first collided for me during a summer in Europe’s sin city: Amsterdam. I met David, an immigrant from Spain who sounded more Puerto Rican than Sevillian, window shopping in the Red Light District one afternoon. I was talking to the tattoo artist under the premise that I wanted to add to my body art collection when he derailed my query about Chinese characters to proposition me for …

A few weeks ago, my #TwitterCrush hooked me up to Afua, who in turn introduced me to Yaw. Yaw is the very handsome co-founder of Bandeka and wanted to chat to me about the online dating site he has started with his friend Tunde. Yaw was a delight to chat to. Funny, intelligent and very easy on the eyes…men who are easy on the eyes are a particular weakness. In fact people who are easy on the eyes are a particular weakness but I ramble….
I’m intrigued by the concept of Bandeka. Especially by the Pan-African element intrinsic within the model. I like that when you sign up to the site they have all types of …

[To read part 1 of this story click here, and access part 2 here]
As the maitre d’ ushered them to a secluded area in the lounge, as per his instructions all eyes lay squarely on him and his lady. She couldn’t help but to notice a group of six ladies who suddenly stopped their banter to direct their attention to them.  They kept pointing at him. In her head, she figured they were probably talking about the age difference between them of which she cared less.  As far as she was concerned, age was nothing but a number. Moreover, he was focused, ambitious, well travelled, completely swagged out and tall, just how she liked them. …

So by popular request here is the concluding part of the BBM convo that I was sent a while ago. Part 1 can be accessed here and part 2, here
 
GG: I have my head buried in your neck sucking on your neck
TG: Where ur fingers? In me?
TG: How many fingers?
GG: Oh I am holding your arms over your head with one hand while I’m licking your belly and finger fucking you
GG: You’ve got 3 in you and you are so wet I am getting ready to add a fourth
GG: My thumb is playing with your tight cute anus
GG: Sending shivers through your body
TG: Fist me…cmon try it
TG: Almost there not quite
TG: I am out in …

To quote the email I received from African Mami:
“Part II. Please forgive me but the progression of this love affair cannot be done at a go…. So there’s definitely more to come. If you don’t mind.”
Do you mind?
If you haven’t read Part 1 already you may do so here

Part II
 
He: *Breathing heavily, reluctantly pulled out and quietly took a sip of his drink*.
 
The prior display of enthusiasm was suddenly replaced with a more stoic demeanor. A gnawing feeling he was pissed off crept on her. Being a person who was not quite adept with massaging egos or kissing ass for that matter decided to let him stew and cook in anger. After all, they …

It was intense, painfully intense.
She knew it, but didn’t speak on it. He knew it, and spoke of it subtly and in measured precision careful not to step on her puritan toes. The insides of her body belied the unspoken truths between them. A young hot twenty-something, pursuing an internship at a local bank and a regular customer seemingly worlds apart in age, but very much in synch courtesy of the sizzling chemistry between them. Theirs had been sealed on a yellow padded paper that she had saved with his email scribbled on it.
On this particular, day the electrodes threatened to spillover over their effects at the lounge where he had arranged to meet her …