Your Agent, Your LoverAn agent/writer relationship is like choosing a lover or life partner, but writers fail to see that. They enter into the agreement with a…Apr 29, 20201Apr 29, 20201
On WritingAfter hunkering down for the better part of a year, I have finished my second novel.Dec 9, 2019Dec 9, 2019
Breasts StrokesThe first time I became aware of my breasts as a problem to society, I was running up the stairs to my teacher’s flat. I was in middle…Oct 13, 2019Oct 13, 2019
How to have a Productive DaySo, after drawing inspiration from my writer friend Ayesha, I have a brand-new resolution: no internet, no looking at my phone first thing…Mar 6, 2019Mar 6, 2019
Hello, Colonialism is Over!In celebration of mother tongue, I dusted this old article from the archives:Feb 22, 2019Feb 22, 2019
The Man with the Dead PAbout a week ago, I was napping when the phone’s ringing jerked me up. It was Auntie A, my 73-year-old landlady. Her voice was snappy…Feb 11, 2019Feb 11, 2019
Penises, Penises EverywhereI was in a taxi driving by Osu cemetery in Accra when I saw three men fumble with the front of their trousers. They ambled to the cemetery…Dec 10, 2017Dec 10, 2017
I, WitchI became a witch when I visited a Ghanaian church in America. I had never been fond of “spiritual” churches where people saw visions, spoke…Nov 28, 2016Nov 28, 2016
A Walk in the BurbFor the first time ever, in a suburb where cars whiz around curves and race to beat red lights, I walked to the library and bank. If I’d…Nov 4, 2016Nov 4, 2016