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.
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 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 dad gave me this book, How to Find a Date Worth Keeping. I read it. Maybe three times. And that is how I became a serial dater.
GET YOURS & SHARE THE LOVE Available now! Available NOW for shipping! A church girl. You couldn’t call her anything else. But where can a church girl run when she messes up? Esther has been burned by her family and some fairly important people in her church. And at this point, she is in direContinue reading “Guilty as Grace, Christmas Came Early!”
Hi ladies! (and of course the men who love us) I remember staying up a bit late to discuss the pros and cons of the characters in “An American Marriage” by Taraji P. Henson. The book had just come out and my book loving friend, graciously lent it me. Talk about a couple of bookContinue reading “Writing about Brown Skin Girls”