Based on an almost true story 🙂 I heard that you guys had broken up- you and Aboagye. It filled my heart with hope for a few seconds- until reality hit me. You see, the thing is, with you, I never even stood a chance. We are on two entirely different planets, you and I.Continue reading “I never stood a chance”
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Don’t judge me II
I don’t like sequels, because I feel like they are never as good as the original story, but I love my readers. I am happy when you are happy, so here you go! -Keni N.B: Just in case you have not read Part 1, here you go. It will make a lot more sense if you readContinue reading “Don’t judge me II”
Don’t judge me
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”
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