The scent of something sweet hung in the air and hugged her senses. Was that nutmeg? It was hard to tell. There were so many pleasant aromas jousting for dominance in the room that it …
Author: Malaka
Frema picked at her plate and sighed, occasionally shooting Pomaa crestfallen glances through glassy eyes. The last time Pomaa had seen Frema this disconsolate was when Shabba Ranks had come to Ghana and Auntie Sinticlaire forbade …
March 28th is fast approaching! Why do we care? Because that is the day voting closes on the Ghana Social Media Awards. We thought we would do something a little special and give our fellow Adventurers …
Why had he come back? Why the fuck had he come back? He’d come and left again, just as he’d done twelve years before. My heart should have been ready for this. It should have been …
“Why does he keep sending you notes on exercise book paper? Doesn’t he have a cell phone?” “I don’t know…I’ve never asked him for his number.” Pomaa took a carefully folded piece of paper from a …
“How did you find me?” Pomaa winced as Akoto dabbed her left eye with a cold, wet cloth. He whispered soothing apologies as he cleaned her wounds. “It was Freddie who actually found you,” he admitted. …
*Note: This next post has been written to the precise specifications that Abena Y set forth. I don’t like trouble! The concrete floor grated like sandpaper beneath her feet. *Shhhh, shhhh, shhhh!* Every step was …
So these were to be the instruments of her torture. Six inch cloth strips. A flat wooden spatula. A bubbling pot of molten wax – all waiting to do the bidding of the grim faced Jamaican …
The entrance to the Amakom Children’s Park was a sad sight. The fence surrounding it had long fallen into disrepair, the ground was overrun with weeds and what were certainly once splendid shelters were reduced …
Two months. It had been two months since Pomaa had taken on three of Uncle Ekow’s projects and seen them to completion. Pomaa still had not been paid for her labor. That was the funny thing …