11:56pm. It was late and I should have been getting some rest, but I was waiting for her to text me back. It was not like her to fall asleep without saying goodnight. She was probably busy. I hated it- the fact that I had become this dependent on her, this clingy. I hated theContinue reading "Don’t judge me"
Papi
He opened his eyes slowly. The light in the room felt like an intruder, he had gotten used to the darkness behind his eyelids. The sounds were familiar. Nothing had changed since he last opened his eyes. The nurses were still shuffling their feet- there should be a law against that or something- the monitorsContinue reading "Papi"
Married to a cockerel
I am not exactly sure what woke me up - the sound of the rain hitting the aluminium roof or snippets of Emeka and Jackline's argument wafting through the thin walls. They always pick odd hours for their fights and prayer meetings. I reached for my watch - it was 3:15 am. Who argues aboutContinue reading "Married to a cockerel"
Call me Kwesi again..
I'm sorry it has taken so long to write this sequel. Two Kenikodjo readers called me all the way from the US to demand that I finish the story...so this is me being obedient 🙂 If you missed the first part, here you go! Happy reading!! Denise squinted at the monitor and made a mentalContinue reading "Call me Kwesi again.."
Call me Kwesi…
'Please wait!', Denise called out just before the doors of the elevator closed. She slid in just in time, mumbling her thanks to the man who kept the door open. 'Fifth floor, right?', he asked and for the first time since she got in, she looked up at his face. It was one of theContinue reading "Call me Kwesi…"
The Street Hawker
The street hawker balances her basket of wares on top of the 'No Hawking' sign, while bargaining with a policeman about the price of whatever she is selling. That takes gut! She skillfully keeps her wares on top of her head, while weaving her way through the torrent of cars and avoiding the motorcycles thatContinue reading "The Street Hawker"
Before We Do
For Akwasi and Mercy.. It is the night before our wedding- the night before the rest of our lives. It has been a long road. I remember when we first met and how you thought I was a snob. I remember how excited I was at the thought of bumping into you on campus,Continue reading "Before We Do"
The Barbershop
Stone was in a good mood. His girlfriend, Jacqueline, had promised to give him the capital to set up his very own barbershop. Well, she was more of a sugar mummy than a girlfriend, but who was keeping score? She was in the habit of outdoing herself to make his life comfortable, but this oneContinue reading "The Barbershop"
Keni Ribeiro 