I’m a Ghanaian woman, hybrid as I may be, but Ghanaian none-the-less. I have done everything a Ghanaian child of my gender was meant to do: I got good (or decent) grades in school. I never …
Author: Malaka
I received the following email from a fellow Adventurer who is anguishing over the dearth of good, quality, bi-sexual companionship. This one is a doozie, but if you have any advice for this our sister (she …
On the surface, Tuesday nights in Osu were dull. There are plenty of places to eat and have a drink, but the binge happy weekend revelers that crowd Oxford Street’s excessive club scene from Friday night …
When Lerato and Khalid emerged from the office, disheveled and glowing with delight, Paul was in the parking lot waiting for her… Nah… That’s not what happened! Just kidding! This is what really happened next. …
Paul was staring at his phone with incredulity. “No, you bloody sod! I just want to change our travel dates!” he was screaming. Sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead. Lerato watched him pace the …
The phone rang at ten o’clock that morning just as it had for the last two days. Khalid was calling again; and he would call again at four that afternoon and finally at nine at night. …
The moon was just beginning to wane from the night sky when Khalid gently shook Lera awake. Hers had been a deep, blissful sleep – a fantasy that shielded her from the reality that was hurtling …
“Lerato Miriam Gqukani. Do you remember when you introduced yourself to your mates in class five?” “Yes – but I still don’t know why you were there. You were a year ahead of me.” “I was …
A heavily perspiring Fan Ice seller peddled enthusiastically up to “To God Be the Glory.” “Ice cream!” Cecilia squealed feverishly. “Bra. Come! God, it’s hot, isn’t it Lera?” The brawny young seller mopped sweat off his …
This week Nana and I were invited to join Michel Martin, host of NPR’s Tell Me More for a follow up discussion on the blog and where it stands today. Our friend (and I use this …