I’m writing right now at the Cape Town International Convention Centre in South Africa, and thinking ahead to a plenary I will be participating in tomorrow morning. The plenary is on the topic of ‘The Politics …
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Yes ladies, we’re going there today! It’s the thing that everyone does but hates to talk about and I’m not referring to farting 🙂 Ok, I agree- not everyone does it. Take my big sister for …
It seemed for Annette as though the world was in suspended animation. Nothing before these few moments with her brother and sister mattered and nothing else afterward would. Annette held fast to Amy’s hand for the …
The soft sound of fledgling swallows chirping filled the early morning air. As if on cue, their mother returned with the spoils of her pre-dawn hunt, bringing food to satisfy their tiny hungry bellies. Sophia had …
‘So…can you send me a picture?’, his voice trailed off on the other end of the line. Now, since the conversation had taken on a strong sexual undertone, I knew exactly what he meant. ‘Um…what kind …
The bullfrogs were croaking a baleful chorus from the lush grass lining the road leading into Elmina. A sudden downpour had drenched the area. The frogs may have been singing praises of thanks for the rain, …
Dear Missie (short version of Mistress), You probably expect this to be another article that condemns you and tells you you’re a horrible person for banging another woman’s husband. You probably expect me to urge you …
Someone was sweeping outside. The sound of stiff bristles and a woman’s voice humming a hymn pulled Afosua from her sleep. The room was deathly silent, save for the sound of that distant spiritual song and …
Tony paced the floors of the chief inspector’s office. Afosua’s phone had been ringing and gone unanswered for hours. He was worried. Something had to be terribly wrong. The inspector leaned back in his office chair …
“Where are you taking me?” “Just shut up and drive.” “And what direction am I actually driving in, sir?” Afosua pulled on her seatbelt slowly, stalling for time. Harold Boakye pulled a knife from his ankle …