“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)
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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The Hug (Part III)
PART II Every afternoon in Accra felt like 90 degrees, although I'm sure there were variations. To be out of Accra and it's bustle was a treat, but to be in cool 70 degree weather was heavenly. I floated away staring into the Aburi mountains rising before me. I was mesmerized by their mere existence … Continue reading The Hug (Part III)
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The Hug (Part I)
"Heeeey! I didn't think you'd make it." He wore a smile that lit up his whole face. He reached in and gave me one of those squeezish hugs. Surprised, I took a second to relax into it. After all, this was a complete stranger I'd met on a bus. In the two weeks since we … Continue reading The Hug (Part I)
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Texts II
You: "you give good hugs" Me: "i like to receive them" You: "no, for real, you give good hugs" Me: "so do you" You: "when can i have another one?" Me: "oh i don't know...you know we live like an hour apart..." You: (sad face) "I know" Me: "cheer up, there's always the Accra Mall" … Continue reading Texts II
Musings of An African Woman 