Mr. Ezekiel Oppong took a deep breath and lay panting like someone who had run a 100-metre race. It was the second time he had reached the very peak of that indescribable ecstasy that Sunday morning, and his fourteenth since he smuggled Aisha to this conference on Friday. Aisha was
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,