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 …
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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 …
My uncle raped me when I was four. Sometimes, I ask myself what he found so attractive about me at that age to make him do that to me. Was it my flat, unripe bosom? Or …
Tony left two hours later. He was going to make a few calls to see if he could get in touch with the Ghana Police’s lead inspector. Before he left he put a smart phone on …
Sophia hugged Annette in the hallway as they both prepared to reenter the courtroom. There was nothing sexual in the gesture, but people gave both the women disapproving stares. How could someone as prominent and respected …
Afosua left the courthouse as soon as the recess was announced and went back to her office. She prayed that Mr. Boakye would be out when she arrived. Someone must have been listening in the heavens; …
Polygamy is the devil. If you thought that the devil’s zipcode was hell, I am here to tell you that he has been residing and bedding our African society, for ages. It is time that we, …
Monday morning came sooner than Annette had anticipated. She walked bravely up the few steps leading into the local court house at Kanda and waited for her lawyer to appear in the foyer. Sophia had gone …