Why I Can Live In this Black Star Country
This week I finally decided to go get myself a Ghana card. I have been putting off getting this card which will identify me as Ghanaian because as almost all things Government of Ghana, this one was no different. It was shrouded in hiccups, politics, and Covid-19. Add the long queues and it was a recipe for me to stay far far away.
Hello, daddy. Can I come home?
… in every heart is a daddy-shaped hole.
All or Nothing
At what point does “heaven” help those who help themselves? What about the helpless?
Mirror Mirror on the Wall
Enjoy this excerpt from my novel, Guilty as Grace. There was a short and confusing email from one of her [Esther’s] brothers. He said he had been trying to reach her. And he said there was someone they wanted her to meet, a good family friend who had just gotten back from the UK. AndContinue reading “Mirror Mirror on the Wall”
Fearfully and Womanly Made
How do you deal with something you cannot change? Like being a woman? From clients to bosses and colleagues, it has been an interesting journey of discovery… But it’s not as if I want so much to be such a threat.
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