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….

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…

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…

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…

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”…

Marigot In Madagascar

To restore her usual confident self, she returned to her habitual shopping spree and sampling of men. She went on dates. She had men doing her bidding yet, she felt empty. She broke off engagements. She lived her life this way attempting to forget that she could be, and was attracted to women. She still found herself plagued by memories of what could have been with Veya. She knew she needed to let that go and move on with her life, and she knew just the cure for that! A vacation! She would go to Giselle’s in Madagascar! Giselle had been inviting her since they both graduated from college and Giselle left the US to return to her island. She called Giselle up and arranged a visit.