My Heart is Smiling (P.S. I Love You)

“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…

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….

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….

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…

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…

Butterflies

“I want passion so strong That it makes me wanna cry I want nothing short of Butterflies Yeah butterflies I’m sorry it took me so long To figure out I’m worth it ” “Butterflies” by Rissi Palmer [I’ve spliced this song some kinda bad but it works for my purposes and I guess I figure…

Literally II

To have someone take your breath away, literally, is a beautiful thing. I can’t explain the effect we have on each other. I, the poet- writer, I…can’t put this in words. And that’s hard for me to admit. Most relationships worth remembering Have gone down on paper. But this one…it’s baffling I don’t have the…