A month. It took Pomaa four full weeks to decide what she was going to say to Akoto when she got to Accra and to gather up the courage to say it. However, now that she was standing in front of Escarpment Shoes & Accessories in Labone, both courage and words had failed her. Courage or not, she couldn’t stand there gawking at the door like the village oaf. She squared her shoulders and pushed the door open. A blast …
Category: Lover of Her Sole
The headlines were dominated by coverage of Pomaa’s assault for weeks. What is your connection to this madman? Why did he refer to you as ‘Marie’? Are you in some way involved with the man who …
These platform pumps were absolutely killing her, but they made her legs look great. Pomaa spackled fake smiles on her face to mask the wince hiding just beneath her lips. Flat shoes did not look nearly …
Three hundred guests. Uncle Ekow wanted three hundred guests to attend the ground breaking of the new park. “And the whole media should be there,” he prattled excitedly. “Make sure to invite all the paramount and …
*Click* That single, hollow sound ended all discourse and completed their argument. It sobered her, centering her senses completely. Akoto had locked the door behind him and left Pomaa staring at the empty gulf that stood …
Akoto had an unexplainable fear of heights; specifically mountainous heights. No, he couldn’t tell Pomaa what the genesis of this fear was. He just knew he lived in constant fear that he would be hurled off …
“Sss! Ssssss! Taxi! Hei! Taxi!!!” “Frema, what are you doing? We need to run!” Frema cursed as the taxi driver shot them a skeptical glance and drove off, honking his horn in hopes of attracting less …
“Sit there, and don’t move until I tell you to.” Furious. There was no other word for the way Pomaa was feeling. She stepped into the shower and waited for a flood of other emotions to …
The scent of something sweet hung in the air and hugged her senses. Was that nutmeg? It was hard to tell. There were so many pleasant aromas jousting for dominance in the room that it …
Frema picked at her plate and sighed, occasionally shooting Pomaa crestfallen glances through glassy eyes. The last time Pomaa had seen Frema this disconsolate was when Shabba Ranks had come to Ghana and Auntie Sinticlaire forbade …
“Why does he keep sending you notes on exercise book paper? Doesn’t he have a cell phone?” “I don’t know…I’ve never asked him for his number.” Pomaa took a carefully folded piece of paper from a …