You arrive soaked In this monsoon That the heavens unleashed on us I hurry to towel you dry With the purple towel That has my initials: KDY Given to me on my 33rd birthday By my first African lesbian lover Say, is it blasphemous to cradle you You my new love In what we used … Continue reading Monsoon Love
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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Separation Anxiety
I agreed reluctantly to a break Afraid I would learn to love my independence all over again Wake up from my “single” honeymoon wondering what the fuck I was doing in a relationship to begin with I acquiesced to a break All the while nervous I would enjoy having my space back That I … Continue reading Separation Anxiety
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The Kente Cloth
She held out a four-strip traditionally woven Kente stole. Kente cloth held the distinction of matching everything even when it clashed.
Musings of An African Woman 