The People Called Family

“Owuo ayε ma di ooo owuo wa yε ma di. Ah we di mi ewu” screamed a woman, she was addressing death as though it was human. She said he had taken something precious from her. Her voice was hoarse perhaps from shouting too much. Aya got out of her bed and crept towards the window. She could see them, they were clad in the traditional black and red mourning attires. Many of them were women who wore black scarfs on their heads, wrappers

Today you were here

When the perfume of a random woman on the bus brings memories of your dead boyfriend back to mind, to life, close to the touch…

Ritual Penance

Nii Afotey bent over the aluminium bucket with his shovel in hand. He diligently scrubed the shovel with metal gauze and soap. He was once mason but that was a long time ago, when he still had youthful hair on his head and teeth that could bite bones. Now his only pass time was doing menial jobs around his compound and weekly scrubbing his precious shovel.