What good things come out of the visa office? The smell of immigrant lust lingers above the warm plastic chairs; the sweaty shuffle between tiny meaningless bureaucratic indignities. The perfect place to find a date! Of …
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The light in the room is dim, that kind of almost candle-light glow coming from a small lamp. We are being reckless, laughing through the corridor where our friends can hear us, running into the bedroom …
When did you hear the word “fuck” for the first time? I heard it for the first time in Sunday school when I was an innocent eight-year-old girl (yes, I will start therapy soon). An impish …
[A little bird tells me that Bandeka has an Accra mixer this Thursday. Surely there is no better time to share the post that I had asked Bandeka girl to write for me a lil while …
It was a pleasant mid-summer afternoon and I was walking through the city centre with a colleague when I asked whether our co-worker Tom – fashionable, stick thin, skinny jeans-wearing, long fringe-flipping, gay and proud Tom …
So it was my first year of university and I had developed a teenage tendency to crush hard and assume that every man I met was the one. I was young I was naïve but the …
It has long been a dream of mine to be fucked in Twi, my mother tongue. To have the language I was scolded in as a child used on me in the bedroom until my body …
[To read part 1 of this story click here, and access part 2 here] As the maitre d’ ushered them to a secluded area in the lounge, as per his instructions all eyes lay squarely on …
It was intense, painfully intense. She knew it, but didn’t speak on it. He knew it, and spoke of it subtly and in measured precision careful not to step on her puritan toes. The insides of …
A few days ago I had a conversation with a friend about “crushes” and the sexy guys in our lives who were either out of reach or unavailable, but somehow constantly in our minds. As an …