Flash fiction

8:00 am GMT We were told that Accra is a beautiful place, of luxuries and sheer bliss. So we traveled all the way from north, some from east and west, and we finally arrived in Accra at the south to have our share of the cake. My sister, it was a lie—yes Accra is a…

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…