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When you thought of Germany, you imagined Benz and Volkswagen. You thought of the fridge in your parents’ kitchen, tall and older than you, [...
When you thought of Germany, you imagined Benz and Volkswagen. You thought of the fridge in your parents’ kitchen, tall and older than you, [...
I like the smell of Darjeeling tea I like Stracciatella for the strands of bitter chocolate And nothing beats getting your feet in a...
The girls and I are sitting outside with Priscilla, trying to engage her in conversation so she wouldn’t be too consumed by her father’s [&h...
It has been three weeks since I last walked into an office to look for a job. I have not given up; I am...
The kitchen is warm. You’ve spent the entire day trying to cook waakye like the one your mother used to make. You never stayed with her [...
A friend recently narrated the story of a man in her neighbourhood who committed suicide. Since then, the question on everyone’s lips has been: Why? Why [...
I’m standing at the far end of the platform. Like everyone else here, I keep stretching my neck, straining to see if the train [...
The first story I ever wrote was in Primary 5, when I was 10 years old.I wrote it in an exercise book, and every...
There are so many things I want to say But sometimes words are just not enough So I choose a pen And divest my...
Mfe3 miensa nie, a me ne Akuako hyehyɛɛ awareɛ. Mpofrimu ara na abranteɛ yi ka kyerɛɛ me sɛ, ɔrentumi ne me ntu anamɔn biom [&hellip...