It is next week. I am slightly nervous but determined. I have given Dr. Amankwah a brief memory that is recurring in my mind, and now my eyes are closed, focusing on her voice that sounds distant. I am lying in the beige sleep chair hooked to a machine to monitor my heart rate while she conducts the hypnotherapy. “Just focus on the sound of my voice, Daniel. You’re safe. Nobody can harm you. How do you feel, Daniel?” “I …
Author: Steph Duchess
PART 1 “I hate my mother.” The woman sitting on the beige antique chair across from me doesn’t show any reaction to my unusual announcement. She is a pretty woman in her late thirties, about 5ft9, …
The next morning, Rosie woke up next to her husband in the guest room to find him watching her pensively. She groaned in frustration, the morning-after glow evaporating when she saw that he obviously regretted the …
The week after the Prayer Circle was formed, the three women — Mary, Nana Adjoa, and Rosie — were on cloud nine. They had found a new purpose that excited them and also gave them something …
Let me give you a scenario. Imagine falling in love with the man of your dreams who is also great in bed. So, you have this man who is attracted to you and can’t keep his …
After three months of working as a sex worker, I have met different types of men — and women. Some just needed a quick fuck – wham, bang, goodbye. Others like to take their time — …
The third time I saw her was at the stream. She was wearing shorts that stopped two inches from her knees, and a sleeveless top that looked more comfortable in the heat than the long skirt …
The first time I saw her was in church. I had just elbowed my sister Mansa awake for the fourth time from her usual dozing during church service. I would have left her to sleep, but …
As I approached the backyard, I was assailed by a bout of rebellion. I was a grown-ass woman for goodness sake. I was a woman of twenty-six years who had a right to a sexual life. …
“Mom, I’m sorry! It was a mis- “ “Don’t listen to your mother, Dee. She’s just jealous,” Dad’s voice came over the phone. I took the phone off my ear to stare at it in confusion. …
“What the fuck, Dee? It is not even 7 am. Why would you wake me up? You know I was up late writing,” my best friend Gina cried in sleepy irritation after she picked up my …