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‘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 the
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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 that
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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,
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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 one
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Thank you for staying with us the whole year through! Well, technically it is just two months, but who is keeping count? Thanks for reading and sharing! Here is to even better stories in 2015! The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A New York City
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Author’s note: You can catch up on the first part of this story right here! Sedinam’s eyes were fixed on the fishermen who were mending their nets. ‘I wish it was that easy to fix this mess’, she thought to herself wistfully. She had been sitting at the seashore all day, watching the waves
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September 2009, Tarkwa. Kwansima was seething with anger. She had had it! Her father was becoming more and more unbearable to live with, with every passing day. Yes, she was 28 but she didn’t need him to remind her everyday that she needed to get married soon. For the third time this week, he had
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Abeiku Hagan wasn’t at his productive best today. He had been lost in deep thought all day. There was no way he could focus on the quarterly report he had to prepare for his partners. And who could blame him? He was going to be best man for a wedding in a month’s time and
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Author’s note: Hi there!If you missed the first part of the story, here is your chance to catch up! ‘I am pregnant with his baby’, the words hung in the air and I looked ahead blankly. I didn’t need to turn my head to see the concern in my mother’s face metamorphose into shock. ‘Oh
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I kept staring at the wall clock as if that would somehow bring him back. The seconds turned into minutes, and then an hour. When three hours had passed, three hours of just sitting there in disbelief, I picked my phone and called my brother. ‘Ekow, he is dead. My husband is dead’. And with
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