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......  I got up off the floor, dusted my self and wiped my tears. I took a warm shower and dressed up. I picked up my phone and googled the names and contacts of individuals who were selling their cars. Mostly slightly used ones. I found a few of those on various trading platforms. I then walked out to purchase a new sim card and also to meet Justin at Rawlings Circle; which was a few minutes drive from my hostel of residence. Justin was also my course mate in school. He almost never showed up for lectures so he couldn't graduate with us. He didn't seem to be bothered though. He was doing quite well for himself. Justin had a soft spot for me; he asked me out in level 100 but I turned him down; So we agreed to remain friends. He told me about his source of his income, and trust me, it's better I don't talk about it.  👞👞 Anyways, I collected from him what I went to him for. It was a bag full of fake cash. It was really hard for anyone to detect that it was fake, except...

Once upon a time. I had just obtained a bachelor's degree in political science from the university of Ghana. Some friends of mine and I were Teaching assistants to some Lecturers, as national service personnel. It wasn't a very great time in my life. The thing is, I've never had it easy growing up, as a beautiful young woman who had lost both parents. My name is Ayeyi. 👞👞👞 Both of my parents were Petty food traders at a local primary school in my locale. My father was burnt alive one morning as he was preparing the food for sale. Mum suffered an instant heart attack after seeing my father's burnt carcass. I was fifteen back then. And I saw my parents die right in front of me, and there was nothing I could do to save them. 👞👞👞 I bounced around foster homes until I finished Senior high school. Mr Stanley Gyamfi, My foster dad, took me in when I finished Shs. I had just turned 18. I was working as a waitress at a plush restaurant in East legon. He came there for lunc...

"After she broke the news to me, There were days the salt tasted like sugar. And other times when my soup tasted like water; Not because my tongue had been cut off nor because my sense of taste was far from reach, but because I had grown numb realizing that she couldn't be mine. For me, I was already hers. She had bought my entire being at no cost. I cannot exactly tell why I had given my mind, heart and body to her for free, even though she had made it clear that she wasn't even ready to spare me her nail. 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢 So how do I unnumb my mind and heart? Most importantly, how do I live without her?"

I thirst I yearn I crave I want I need.....🤦 My 'insatiables' will continue to draw energy from my mind, soul and the universe. At times I feel so alone, so unlucky, so rejected, poor and cursed. Then I realize that amidst my imperfections and 'insatiables', I'm also blessed to have been beautifully wrought by he who made me in my mother's womb. (that's what they say🤷) At least he blessed me with some patience and wisdom. And also, she who gave me my first baths; Mum says that She who bathes a baby can actually sculpt and shape how it should look when it gets old.👀😁. Maybe that's why and how I ended up with heavy standing breasts, a round waist and a bouncy backside.🤔 But an incredible 26 years of life's experience has taught me, that one can become whoever they want to become.  It neither matters how she who gave you your first bath sculpted you nor what he who made you in your mother's womb blessed you with; they have already played their ...

I now know that it pleases my grandma when I pass through her room to say good morning every day and leave her a peck. She also likes it when I buy her a pack of tea bags, a tin of low fat milk and some brown sugar. She has a habit of taking hot tea with milk every morning, in the afternoons and a bowl of fufu with light soup for supper. I now know that grandpa likes to mimic my voice when talking to me and enjoys it when I sit on his laps and hail him "Nana oo Nana!" . Even though he complains that my heavy backside will break his feeble legs one day, he enjoys it anyways because it makes him feel loved and also gives him 'proud grandpa' moments. He also likes to enjoy hot tea and milk with his wife everyday and eats plantain(Bodie ampesie) with gravy for supper. I've had closer interactions with My aunties and cousins since the "lockdown" caused by the outbreak of this centurion pandemic; Corona virus(covid_19). Wherever this virus came from, being n...

Day..... Everything is clear. The artists say it is so because of the sun. The reflection of the sun on everything is what gives it it's color. Man has named the hue in objects as colours to suit his sight. But how will the blind man identify these colours? Do colours have a smell or feel a certain way? Just before day, there is morning, and there's noon. There's also afternoon. Wait... So are all these time frames not part of the day? Well..... And there comes sunset... Many confuse it with twilight, But I like to think that it's the same. Then we delve into the night.... Where nocturnals invade the serene sound of nature's bliss. The toads croak and the mosquitoes buzz. The scientists and astronomers say that we experience these times because the earth rotates in a certain way in it's orbit. The spiritualists say there is a big man somewhere who keeps these rotations in check. But to the ordinary people... It's day and night. And that's how they me...

My name is Eva-Maria, and this is my story; Selorm and I had been dating for about three months. He was my "dream guy". Even though I'm only 20, I knew that I loved him. He was the second guy I had dated in my life; but he does not believe me when I tell him so. He says that I'm "too beautiful" to have been with only one man in my entire life. It sounded so unreal to him. But that was the truth. It's not that I hadn't been approached by men or seen men, but I knew that I was young and had my whole life ahead of me, so why rush. I told myself that I would only date when I love. My first boyfriend Collins, was amazing; but not perfect. Even though he was the first to make love to me, he was still very insecure because I was "too beautiful" . He would take my phone and delete all the male names saved in my contact list. He would check my messages and demand answers for anything he found unusual. Initially, I did not have a problem with all th...