So remember the short story series I started a few months ago? Well, it’s done and dusted and now I hereby gift thee, my loyal readers, LUCY’s MOMENT as a token of my appreciation. You know, we’ve all heard it said that just because it’s free doesn’t mean it is cheap. And this is soContinue reading “Spur of the … (Lucy’s) Moment”
Hello friends! How did your week go? Here is a short story for you to kick back and relax. Warning: it is short! Layover is a short story about hopes, prayers, and looking for love. Life doesn’t have a checklist or a do-over. That’s why you can find surprises in unexpected places. Click here toContinue reading “Fiction Friday!”
Remember when they told us, “You’ll grow into it”, and then your school uniform comes back from the seamstress and it is baggy? Bad thing is, the uniform sizes never caught up with our real sizes. (any witnesses here???)
I’m not about to write a “Myself” essay. Remember those essays we had to write in primary school? They felt very indulgent and by the time you were done, your teacher actually knew all about your short life. Not that we cared.
I am Ghanaian and apart from sometime in 2001 in the midst of religious riots while living in Nigeria, I’d never felt my life to be in serious danger. And then just yesterday, I watched a video sent by my Malawian American friend about how South Asians were part of the racism problem in America.Continue reading “My Black Life, Far From Home”
Speaking of snakes. I turned my head one morning (working at home, of course) and there was a lanky snake staring at me.
It was my mum who pulled the trigger. She said it was a warning shot. But I know my mum. She knew what she was doing. She had done a stint with the military before deciding she wanted to diversify her people skills and try to deal with uncivilised civilians. But she always kept a shotgun. And a pistol. Small, sexy, sleek. It fit into her handbag.
This is part 3 of the arbitrary short story series: Spur of the Moment. If you missed part 1 and 2, click here and here respectively. And since we are mostly stuck at home, I will do this weekly, every Friday. Do share the link with your friends so this #lockdown #stayhome #WFH situation staysContinue reading “#3 Spur of the Moment”
I wait as the phone rings. Once, twice. I start to panic. I hope no one would pick up. That the answering machine would come on. There is a shuffling sound and then a voice. Faint. Still, I almost end it, but I wait. After all, I’ve come this far. “Hello?” “Hi.” My voice soundsContinue reading “#2 Spur of the Moment”
My phone rings. I had just been thinking to myself, “Wouldn’t it be nice to not have to deal with rush hour traffic?” It’s not a number I know. I sigh. Long day. I hope it would be a short call. I was just in the middle of ordering an Uber. “Lucy?” “Uh huh,” IContinue reading “Spur of the Moment”