“My heart’s never smiled so hard, baby; loving you is fun!” (Easton Corbin) This phrase from a country song (surprise! surprise!), reminds me of the numerous conversations David and I used to have. Often we would text: “my heart is smiling/laughing.” Or the question: “do you still have butterflies?” Answer: “of course! And I hope … Continue reading My Heart is Smiling (P.S. I Love You)
Kokrobite (Part II)
“Hi. I’m Kuukua and this is my sister May.” I said, choosing to use Etornam’s English name. I knew mine was already complicated enough. “I’m Mary. What did you say your name was?” A nod here, a barely acknowledged glance there. I repeated my name several more times. I kept my polite Ghanaian smile up. … Continue reading Kokrobite (Part II)
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Kokrobite (Part I)
I had never been to Kokrobite. Rumors had it that was where the pot-heads hung out. It was where Rasta and beach-bums and their “cool” wannabes went. Where the local women went to snag white men and vice-versa. Where locals knew to leave well enough alone. My respectable-catholic-school-girl-gig didn’t go such places even when I … Continue reading Kokrobite (Part I)
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Kaneshie Overhead (Part II)
After another fifteen minutes of waiting, I decided I'd be safer up on the Overhead, out of the flow of traffic and a potential mugging. I clutched my overnight bag, regretting having packed my laptop and digital camera. Once I made it to the first landing of the bridge, some of my anxiety eased up. … Continue reading Kaneshie Overhead (Part II)
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Kaneshie Overhead (Part I)
I arrived at the bus depot at the bottom of the Kaneshie Overhead with a few minutes to spare. We had arranged to meet at 2pm to catch a bus to T'di and from there take one of the trotros to Busua. I hopped into the front cabin of one of the vans in the … Continue reading Kaneshie Overhead (Part I)
Musings of An African Woman 