Flash fiction

At my Doorstep When I finally lifted the metallic bucket filled with water almost to the brim, a piece of cloth wrapped around my bosom and my sponge dish in my left hand ready to rush to the bathhouse; I was stopped in my track. She sat there, at my doorstep, alone and sad. I…

Flash Fiction

Shortcuts are Dangerous Auntie Efua alighted at her usual bus stop. She crossed the road to the other side and began to walk briskly. There was not a single soul outside and the entire neighbourhood was quiet, except for some barks from the night dogs in the area. After every two steps, she would turn…

Poetry

Alone in the Abyss Aloneon this cold shorethe breeze caresses my skingently, softlyand I’m reminded of your wetnessthe bond once sharedon this shore where we shared a dinnerin the full glare of the infant moonabove the horizon our hearts palpitatingin crescendo-decrescendo murmursour bodies chantingsynchronized acapellas but our rhythms sealedby conjured lyrics and symphoniesof distant cicadas…

Flash fiction

First Time It was my first time. I sat still. I didn’t know what to do. Would it go smooth or rough? I asked myself. I had heard stories about first times–a lot of stories. While some recounted the experience as pleasant, others thought it was awkward and sometimes terrific. Consequently, I was filled with…

Poetry

Midnight Cravings A wink A tickle A smooch Pillow fights and caressing But, a blink a wrinkle a scratch Pillow fights and cursing

Flash Fiction

August Occasion “On this august occasion, …” He paused and smiled. He then took the script to continue his speech, but the laughter he had suppressed couldn’t stay any longer in his chest. He burst into laughter. For a few minutes, the auditorium was chaotic. He finally broke the silence. “I apologise for my misconduct….

Poetry

Lingering Desire Sour sweet affection, Piercing hearts and killing souls, Save my tender Heart!

Short Fiction

Drama in the Hall again. Facet 1 It was a big room– a single room. A coffee-brown velvety partition divided the room into two halves; a chamber and a hall. In one corner of the hall, was an old wooden cupboard containing a few plates and some cooking utensils. A coal pot was found next…

Short Fiction

Drama in the Hall again Facet 2 The stench from the choked gutter was too much to bear. The cacophony of hoots from car horns, shouts from hawkers calling out customers to patronize their goods, with truck pushers forcing their way through the crowd, bellowing out “agoo” “agoo” was a piercing to the eardrum. Some…

Short fiction

Drama in the Hall again Facet 4 “Hmm, Asantewaa, I really never expected Nhyira to pull such trigger.” She continued, shaking her head and clapping her hands against each other simultaneously. “Nyamekye, you needn’t say much. I’m simply overwhelmed. You and Nhyira, over? It’s beyond my imagination. I have never dreamt of such outcome.” Asantewaa…