When you hold me out a little away from your body and settle your hands on my hips so you can look at me good, I feel like a school girl. There’s a sense of abandon that being with you brings me.
Sometimes A Girl Just Wants to…
Mother asked if he was worth it. Is he serious? Is This serious? she said to me. How could I confess I was the one who asked for him to be just another iron in my fire of relationships? Can I explain to her that sometimes girls really just wanna have fun? Nothing beats a … Continue reading Sometimes A Girl Just Wants to…
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Excerpt from Memoir (“Arrivals Hall at Kotoka”)
The line was long and winding with no sense of which traveler was next. Some had defied the carry-on luggage requirements and this defiance was spread haphazardly around them. Ahead of me were two men, hands and faces a few shades darker than mine who kept eyeing me suspiciously as if questioning my presence in … Continue reading Excerpt from Memoir (“Arrivals Hall at Kotoka”)
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Hello 2014
As a kid death came early to me. My maternal great-grandmother died when I was seven. I have very little memory of being with her but stories abound of how mischievous I was as a kid and how I used to hide her rosary and prayer-books and watch gleefully as she searched for them. They … Continue reading Hello 2014
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2013 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog. Here's an excerpt: A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,500 times in 2013. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people. Click here to … Continue reading 2013 in review
Musings of An African Woman 