Yes, baby, I can tell that feels good. You’re screaming my name, your hips bucking and your juices splashing onto my belly. I love how explosive your orgasm is. Instead of gripping the sheets though, scratch my back or my arm on either side of you. Dig your nails into my skin, etch your pleasure unto me and draw my blood. Feel how hot it runs for you. No, my love, you’re not hurting me. Well, yes, it hurts but …
i turn in my bed and look out the window. day is breaking, and this overexcites the birds. they start to chirp, having no regard for the fact that it’s the weekend and people want to …
You see the bowl in front of you, a beautiful masterpiece of understated colour. There’s the reddish-orange hue of the pawpaw, the yellow of the mango and the suggestive cream of the banana. The fruits are …
Ton téléphone est allumé avec une notification. Tu l’ignore. Tu as la faim d’un loup et tu essaye de faire à manger. Il vibre à nouveau et le son vous irrite. Tu n’aimes pas que le …
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 …
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 …
