The cock crowed at 4 am. The shrill cry of this domesticated bird was one of the things that Afosua found endearing about being back home, but was an annoyance none-the-less. Generally she would be less than enthusiastic about Nature’s trumpet blower sounding his rousing alarm so early in the morning, but today she was grateful for it. She needed to get an early start to her day. In the pre-dawn light, she made out the shape of a man’s back ...  [Read more]

One of the reasons I don’t – and haven’t – written very much for Adventures is because of what my preconceived notion of a blog was. I have always been under the presumption that a ‘blog’ is an amalgamation of real events, and that it was the bloggers duty to report and at times opine on these real events. I have always assumed that a blog was no place for fiction. I don’t know how I broke free of these mental chains, but I had ...  [Read more]

My dream man will be a feminist. This means he loves women completely and utterly. He has not bought into narrow minded definitions of “womanhood” and thinks a good woman wakes up at 4am to make Koko for him. My dream man is confident, he doesn’t need me to make less money than he does or to be less educated than he is...he wants me to be the best that I can be. My dream man is supportive of my dreams and has dreams of his own too. ...  [Read more]