Annette drove around Accra in a daze for hours. Stunned by Sophia’s unrepentant revelation that she was married and the harshness with which she delivered the news, she sought solace in food. Frankie’s Ice Cream shop was across the street from Sophia’s studio, and when circumstances prevented her from seeing Sophia Annette sat in the window of the restaurant to stare wistfully at her store window. She ate her ice-cream absently until the buzz and hum of evening traffic snapped her out of her trance. She would have to go back home and deal with her life. Sitting here wasn’t going to solve anything.
When she got home, Mr. Prah was seated in the living room, …

I was parking in front of the house gates when out of the corner of my eye I saw a man run up to a woman and grab something off her. I thought to myself “Am I witnessing a robbery at 9pm?” “Give me my phone” she started yelling. I got out of my car and started screaming, “Stop it! What are you doing? Shame!” He was holding her by the shoulders and shaking her like a rag doll…she crumbled to the floor and started sobbing. Big, huge, racking sobs…no one was doing anything. The security staff of the house next door were still standing guard over the house they’re meant to protect. I called …