Sarah Amuah and Wes tore up the dance floor. People were taking pictures of Wes as he matched her step for step, in perfect rhythm. Belinda tipped the contents of her shot glass into her mouth and slammed it down on the table, face down. I counted. It was her fifth. “Just who does she think she is anyway?” She tossed her choppy bob when its too-long fringe grazed against her fake eyelashes. “She’s Sarah Amuah. She told you,” I ...  [Read more]

  Okay, so I like communication during sex. I consider talking and being talked back to in bed an important component of the whole deal. My most recent ex wasn’t Ghanaian and all the people I dated before him who were didn’t speak any local languages with me. As a result, all of the bedroom exchanges I had participated in, over the course of my sex-having life, were conducted in English. And so I guess, in my head, this became ...  [Read more]

My boyfriend and I have broken up. We broke my bed before we broke up. So now every time I sleep on it, and turn on my side in a particular direction, I get this vocal reminder of how well he used to rock my world. If I could change my bed I would, but I worry that then I would miss him and I wouldn’t even have this little reminder of the good times. He and I started as buddies. Somehow the fucking led to talking and then the talking led to ...  [Read more]