I am in uncharted territory. I feel it even as I claw my way through the haze of anger, passive-aggressiveness, pain, and pettiness. These emotions live in my body. My body has held these for years. They say body memory is the most difficult to re-train. I have to say I agree. I am in … Continue reading Uncharted Territory
Enticing Street Vendors (A piece of the memoir pre-revision)
“Amoo, Boodie, Enam fo fo fo, Panoo fresh o!” Vendors peddling their wares; tomatoes to plantains to fish to bread. Most average Ghanaians I know rarely went to the market daily. Street vendors were a life saver even on those days when you had made that market trip. Buying cooked meals, sweets, or snacks was forbidden, especially after Mass when we were socializing in the church courtyard.
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Reflecting on coming out…
I panicked because I wondered what future potential employers might think. I worried if any of my past students were reading the blog and what their reactions would be. I thought of old classmates who were now following me on FB and their words. Above all, I kept thinking about my U.S.-based family (as well as some Ghana-based ones) and what their reactions would be. Would they stop talking to me? Would my mother get the flack for her daughter?
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COMING OUT MANIFESTO
What would this world be like if people could be all of themselves with the people who matter the most to them?
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Reminiscing about Ghana
"You are invited" I almost say to the queer Eritrean youth who plops in the chair across from mine, forgetting a phrase like that is only specific to my Ghanaian culture. At home, if anyone sees you eating, you invite them and then you pray they have the decency not to grab a piece of … Continue reading Reminiscing about Ghana
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