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“Who am I” by Amanda Olive Amoah.
I wake up because the sun is shining on my face; I roll on to my side and peer at the alarm clock. Sigh. It’s two hours till my alarm goes off. There’s no point trying to go back to sleep so I jump out of bed and into the shower. Even though the rays have warmed me up, I turn up the hot water till I think I can smell my flesh cooking. And then I turn it off. I go to the sink to brush my teeth. There’s a note on the mirror: “Walk the dog”
I have a dog?
As if on cue, I hear a loud bark, it sounds like a really big dog. I dress up in skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. I ran my fingers through my damp hair and then stroll out the bedroom. There is a pair of trainers outside the…
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The ‘New’ Side Chick: I Was Her
A side chick is commonly known as a mistress or a woman that’s romantically involved with a man who is in a committed relationship. However after doing some reflecting, I realize that’s not the only type of side chick. I want to discuss “the new side chick”–a woman who decides to stay by a man’s side after he has expressed his lack of relationship intentions with her through his words or actions. So many women have made this mistake at least once in their lifetime, and unfortunately I’ve done the same thing.
I like to think of the new side chick as an appetizer. You’re there just to satisfy the immediate appetite of the man, but as soon as that mouth-watering entrée comes out to the table, you will get pushed to the side, literally. Why? Because that entrée is what he really wanted; he went to the restaurant to…
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It’s About Time
I’ve had this blog since September 2012.
Please do *insert embarrassed for me face or disgusted with me face here*
A lot over a year of nothing, and i really can’t come up with a good enough excuse to explain why, and so i’m just going to forget about all that and try to do better this year.
I started this blog so that i could push myself… in what way exactly, i don’t know…
I just find that now it’s really hard for me to get excited about stuff
there are many things i would like to try, many things i would like to be, but then i seem to be stuck in this really huge rut that i don’t know how to get out of.
Lucky for me i’ve got so much inspiration from:
Ivana / Akotowaa: https://akotowaa.wordpress.com/
Hakeem: http://tuffassassin.wordpress.com/
Amoafoa: http://purpuraa.wordpress.com/2014/12/26/the-g/
Those three are amazing! They make me feel that if i keep on typing, one day i’m going to sound as smart and as amazing as they do on their blogs 🙂
so that is my plan for 2015, to open my eyes and keep typing; it has got to be better than doing nothing right?
“From The Backseat” by Akosua Brenu.
“Dada! Dada! Look, plantain chips!” I screeched from behind father and kept bouncing up and down on the black leather seat of his Benz. The seatbelt stretched to its limits to hold me in place.
“Shut up! Shut up! Can’t you see Daddy is on the phone!” Ama, my teenage elder sister scolded and pinched me in the arm to keep me still. But I was having none of that. I shoved off her pinching arm and called out again.
“Dada! Dada!”
I heard him mumble for someone to hold on. When he turned to face me, it was difficult to tell if his furrowed brow was because of the slow-moving traffic or because I had interrupted his call. I was soon to find out.
“Listen, both of you! You Adjoa especially… I am in the middle of a very important call. I don’t want any mprepre agoro at this…
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