Jilted
I abhor this master-servant relationship so I had asked Mr. Nyavor to stop opening the door for me. But he would not take that. He was as old as my father and I was not comfortable the way he virtually worshipped me. I did everything to assure him that the
Love is a risk
  It’s been twenty years now. But I still remember it vividly. As vividly as the night I broke my virginity. My dignity. It was at the Central Cafeteria one cloudy Sunday afternoon. I had gone there to swallow a few spoonfuls of plain rice and wash it down with
In Love With A Lesbian
“Banana Inn! Mamprobi! Dansoman Last Stop!” The mate of the trotro in which I sat said these words in not more than a second. We had got to Korle- Bu and when some passengers alighted, he was determined to get replacements. The driver was also determined to overtake another minibus,
In Love With A Lesbian
I was pleasantly surprised when she invited me into the house after I had introduced myself and said I wanted to speak to her. I gaped as she led me into that magnificent compound. I was nervous, confused and at the same time afraid. She excused me for some minutes
My First Love
That Sunday afternoon seemed to be the hottest afternoon I have experienced in my life. The heat from the blazing sun above and my own emotions conspired to rob me of any vestige of comfort as I stood under the leafless mango tree. I was waiting for the small boy
My First Love
The judge’s words that afternoon were not a surprise to me at all. I knew I was guilty and was not expecting anything less than a prison sentence. I was impatient when he, instead of going forward to mention the punishment that awaited me, went on enumerating charge after charge,