I have an ex whom I dated on and off for eight years, it was about to end up in marriage but he pulled the disappearing act on me. I mean someone who literally tells you, “You are beautiful, intelligent, enterprising, but I don’t think you can be respectful after we marry. I don’t trust… Continue reading What if my ex comes back?
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Nana sat in front of me looking beautiful, the euphoria of meeting each other was waning.“How are you?” I asked her for the umpteenth time.“I’m doing well,” she replied and we smiled at each other. It was as though we didn’t want to launch into the obvious subject. It was a Wednesday afternoon, my off… Continue reading NANA (Part 8)
Nana and I walked out in silence, the cool air which hit my face was not helping to calm the fire raging inside of me. I took one look at her, she was looking good but this not how I envisioned our meeting. I’ve fantasised about this meeting but this beat my wildest imagination. It… Continue reading NANA (Part 7)
Last evening, it around 6pm and I was trying to catch some early sleep when this girl came to knock on my door. She’s an eighteen-year-old I’ve been lending books to read. She was a bit agitated when she came. Her aunt wanted to see me. Okay, that wasn’t an issue. Her aunt produced two… Continue reading THE THINGS I DID FOR BOOKS
Three years after Nana left home, I had enough money to start school. I worked with Madam Afia for a year, then I got employed at Wadoma Royale Hotel to wait tables at Kumasi. I saved money so I can go to school. I wanted to study mass communication in the University of Ghana. Nana… Continue reading NANA (Part 6)
I stood from my sitting position and looked into the streets from the window.You have to do something Omoh, you have to do something. You have to do something. I couldn’t stop myself from repeating the words over and over again.I rushed out to the bathroom outside the house, took my bath in a hurry… Continue reading NANA (Part 5)
Lying flat on my back, I watched the stars and wondered if they could send message to Nana. The mosquitoes were singing close to my ears but I didn’t mind one bit. There must be something I can do to take care of myself. Besides, I was going to need a phone to keep bugging… Continue reading NANA (Part 4)
I lay on my stomach two days after Nana left. There was no food. I had drunk water until I understood that it was no food. The silence in the house was deafening. It felt like someone had died. Not just anyone but Nana. Nana the best sister anyone could ask for. No food, for… Continue reading NANA (Part 3)
Disclaimer: What you are about to read stems from my personal experience. If writers can relate then I can confidently say I have spoken for us all. I am a writer. I am almost tempted to write that about ten times so it can sink into your minds but I won’t. I believe it is… Continue reading THE SOLDIERS WITH A PEN
ABOUT THIS BOOK “Ideas are great, imaginations are better.”Why colours of identity? What are colours of identity?All living beings have identities, shades of our individualities. I think these individualities are natures and colours of what and how we allappear in.Yet, the beauty in diversity makes all these colours combine to produce a knitted platform. These… Continue reading BOOK REVIEW: “Colours of Identity” BY Deji Adeyemi