Diane held Dijah in a soft embrace and rocked her gently. Her daughter’s contented sigh reminded her of the day she had come from school in tears after being taunted on the playground. All she had …
Author: Malaka
If only there was an algorithm for enjoying the benefits of privilege. It wasn’t that Diane was ungrateful for the wealth and comfort married life to Kodjo had brought her these last 20 years – it …
The scent of bacon grease hung in the air. Diane cracked her eyes open and looked to her right. Kodjo’s side of the bed was unrumpled. Either he had gotten up and folded his sheets over …
Diane’s jaw was beginning to fatigue. She had been sucking on Kodjo’s cock for 15 minutes with no progress. He was still as limp as the plate of overcooked asparagus she’d served him that evening. How …
One of the reasons we all connect so well on this space is because as African women, we have shared or similar experiences with our bodies. Of course there are those lucky anomalies out there who …
A month. It took Pomaa four full weeks to decide what she was going to say to Akoto when she got to Accra and to gather up the courage to say it. However, now that she …
The headlines were dominated by coverage of Pomaa’s assault for weeks. What is your connection to this madman? Why did he refer to you as ‘Marie’? Are you in some way involved with the man who …
Hello Adventurers! Happy Friday!!! If you follow Poetra Asantewaa on Twitter, she’ll tell you how she feels about multiple exclamation points in prose. She says multiple exclamation points are like penises: a great idea until it’s …
These platform pumps were absolutely killing her, but they made her legs look great. Pomaa spackled fake smiles on her face to mask the wince hiding just beneath her lips. Flat shoes did not look nearly …
Three hundred guests. Uncle Ekow wanted three hundred guests to attend the ground breaking of the new park. “And the whole media should be there,” he prattled excitedly. “Make sure to invite all the paramount and …