Lydia Oppong went to the trunk of her car and pulled out a simple batik dress and a pair of flip flips and stuffed them into a plastic bag. She strode confidently into the jail and …
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The phone rang early on Monday morning, snapping Afosua into reality. “Afosua?” “Yes?” “This is Sophia Ike.” “The designer?” “Yes.” Why was Sophia Ike calling her so early on a week day? How had she gotten …
My BFFFL Nana Darkoa is a staunch feminist. We haven’t always seen eye-to-eye on everything, but she generally has a way of conveying her point convincingly. As a feminist, part of her dogma lies in the …
Gertrude sat at her dining room table admiring her newly procured passport. She cradled it in her hands so that it would not make contact with the linoleum table cloth, as though it might sully it. …
Auntie Grace called for her driver to come around pick the ladies up. “We are going to the site,” she informed him. “Yes, madam,” he responded mechanically. Samuel had been Auntie Grace’s driver for over 15 …
I’m delighted to share that a few days ago I created my very first ‘Adventures’ podcast for ‘Women of the World Festival‘ which takes place from 7th-11th March at the Southbank Centre in London. As a …
Afosua and Naa Akweley pulled up to Hanger 3 at Kotoka International Airport at 10 am. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and Abdul Sayed promised that this was as good a day as any …
What good things come out of the visa office? The smell of immigrant lust lingers above the warm plastic chairs; the sweaty shuffle between tiny meaningless bureaucratic indignities. The perfect place to find a date! Of …
Naa Akweley woke to find Afosua had already left for work and that she was all alone and idle. She hated being idle. This was not her home so she could not redecorate, and since she …
There is this guy I’m thinking of shagging, and there are a 1001 reasons why I shouldn’t shag him but I probably will anyway. We met at a party a couple of months ago…some good azonto …