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On Friday 29th March, 4 writer/poet friends (Nana Akosua Hanson, Nana Nyarko Boateng, Famia Nkansa and Kuukua Dzigbordi Yomekpe) and I, participated in an ‘Adventures from the Bedrooms of African Women’ discussion on ‘Surviving Sexual Abuse’ …
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Some of you saw a sneak peak of the new ‘Adventures’ website when it went up for a couple of hours over the weekend. This website is radically different from what we have had to date. …
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