Made for More

I have read a lot of books and articles in recent times. Advice bombards my mind from here and there. They say I should make a practice of writing everyday whether it is junk or not. Some say that being a writer does not mean I must sit at my desk and write every day…

NANA (Part 6)

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…

NANA (Part 5)

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…

NANA (Part 4)

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…

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NANA (Part 3)

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…

JIRO : True life story of a Nigerian girl

The ringing of my phone woke me up. I groan and stretch my hand across the bed to get it. I wonder who could be calling this early. I checked the name and it reads my superwoman. Yeah, that's my mom. But why would she be calling so early this morning when it's just 4:30…