Tout le monde ne se soucie pas des apéritifs. C’est quelque chose d’arrogant que font les gens, selon l’oncle de quelqu’un, Desmond. Quand vous avez faim, vous pouvez aller manger. Les amuse-gueules et les digestifs ne sont qu’une autre excuse que les gens ont faite pour boire. Vous pouvez être d’accord avec lui, mais il est prudent de ne pas refuser quand on en offre un. Personnellement, je suis à l’aise avec toutes les excuses pour boire. Apéritif ou non, …
Your phone vibrates with a notification. You ignore it. You’re hungry as shit and trying to fix something to eat. It vibrates again and the sound irritates you. You don’t like that the sound interrupts Asake …
Not everyone cares for apéritifs. It’s something stuck up people do, according to someone’s uncle Desmond. When you’re hungry, you can just go right ahead and eat. Apéritifs and digestifs are just another excuse people made …
The first time you saw her, you would have sworn you were hallucinating, except the sun doesn’t shine this zealously in an imagined vision. With all its brilliance though, the sun was eclipsed by the vision …
It’s 07:30. You’re at work early. Way too early. You didn’t intend to be, but you woke early and were bored. You sit at your desk, twiddling your thumbs. There isn’t much to do, at least …
See, I’m angry. I’m so angry that I have paused the writing of the essay just to rant in these paragraphs. I am the one who lives in my body. I know the pain I’m going …
In the end, all I want is for the Ghanaian healthcare system to collapse in on itself and burn till not even ashes remain. Then from this funeral pyre, a better, more sensible, more patient-oriented system …
Rassis. C’est ce que j’ai ressenti la première fois que Kojo m’a embrassé. C’est le seul mot que je puisse penser pour décrire le sentiment. C’était comme si on avait gardé la bise pendant des mois …
She lowers her head and I shut my eyes as she kisses me, tenderly this time. I kiss her back. She pulls back and whispers against my mouth, her forehead against mine. “You finally stopped thinking.” …
She held my hand and then led me in the direction of what I assumed was the bedroom. It turned out it wasn’t. It was the bathroom. She shed her clothes and asked me to do …
The rest of the week went by without her coming on to me or anything. I didn’t avoid her but I also didn’t try to get close to her or anything. It was Friday and we …
