About a month ago three of my colleagues and I sat to revise in preparation for our end of semester exams. The semester had been stressful and whacked us  all about but we had survived to the end a…


When I die


Many people have written poems about death- with deep statements about appreciating life while you have it. This isn’t one of them. Besides we all know I am not a poet- I tell stories. It is just something that popped in my head after I saw this pictureon Nana Kofi Acquah’s timeline. You should go and see his photo exhibition at Alliance Francaise- ‘Don’t call me beautiful’. Intriguing name, isn’t it? Anyway, on to my impromptu poem😊

When I die, you should cry.

At least I’d be flattered if you did.

For those of you whose tear ducts are on retirement, you can do a moment of silence. That also works.

I am a crybaby- I plan to cry when I am saying my vows, when I first learn that I am pregnant, when I get my first car (I love troskis but we must move on), when I…

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I almost called..


Inspired by a song I accidentally heard today..


I almost called today

To say I was sorry

But I didn’t have the nerve to,

Or maybe it was pride.

I can’t tell the difference these days.

I know I should have called earlier,

But there were too many barriers-

Your mother, our many differences,

The things we both said to each other that I know we didn’t mean.

It’s a lot to work through, isn’t it?

I hope you know I miss you.

I won’t admit it to your face, but I hope you can sense it- how empty my life is without you in it.

You used to know me so well, so I am sure you can imagine how much I do miss you.

Every time I use the Haatso-Dome route, I think of you and what could have been.

Do you remember we used to fantasize…

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Three is a crowd Part 2


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 battle with one another, thinking and crying- mostly crying. Every time she thought about the look on Nii Nortey’s face that day, she felt queasy. The wind blew again, forcing her to readjust her shawl around her shoulders. She took off her sunglasses and looked at her watch. It was time to leave and she still had no idea what she was going to do.

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1st year

I was sitting in the lecture room, looking at that girl sitting next to me. She was my ‘best friend’. She had nice hair, humble and was very beautiful. I wish I could tell her that I loved her so much, but I didn’t want to break the bond. After lectures, she walked to me, borrowed some notes of the previous class hugged and pecked me goodbye.

I wish I told her, I wish she knew

That I wanted us to be more than just friends

I loved her, but I was shy

I didn’t know why.

2nd year

My phone rang, it was her; she called me to tell me how much she was hurt. Her boyfriend just broke her heart. She asked me to go keep her company. I went to see her; coz she was my best friend. As I sat next to…

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