I was there you know…when the tweet was first sent on December 20th. I saw the RT from @Reads4Pleasure’s time line: “Going to Africa. Hope I don’t get AIDS. Just kidding. I’m white!” Ah. Who was this fool who had said something so insensitive, classist and subversively racist? I clicked on her profile. She only […]
You know how it is when you’re on social media: People post and re-post memes and quotes meant to exemplify insightful profundity in 140 characters or less and the masses nod, “like” it, and carry on chewing cud, just as we’d been doing x number of hours before we logged on that morning. But sometimes […]
This post is for Ms. A Boz, who has been asking for an update on Douche Bag for months now. Well, I finally have something ‘worth’ reporting! I was told this day would come, but I never believed it would. After all, every other word I’ve heard out of Douche Bag’s mouth has either been […]
If you sit in the lobby of the African Regent in Accra during the brunch hour, you can literally watch the direction the country will be going in unfold before your eyes. You’ll find out what’s coming to your screen in the coming months. You’ll discover the latest celebrity gossip. You’ll even discover what you’ll […]
*Disclaimer: One of the possible side effects of meningitis is temporary insanity. And yes, I am aware that Nelson Mandela cannot read this letter on the Internet. Unless… Wait! Is there Internet in the afterlife? I certainly hope so. Wouldn’t it be nice to have Hulu in Heaven? Dear Nelson Mandela, Molo! I trust […]
*Disclaimer: I don’t how much of this is me or the meningitis talking (I contracted meningitis last week, hence the long silence. FYI.), but I have some things to say about White Christmas that need saying! You see, Twitterverse? What did I tell you? No sooner had I gotten off the plane then there was […]
It’s not often that I’m moved to violence. Okay. That’s I lie. I consistently harbor violent thoughts. But it’s rare that I ever act them out. I fear jail. The closest I’ve come to violent behavior was just last week when Somebody* and I were on the Tema Motorway. There was gridlocked traffic. The air […]
It’s a cold, dreary, rainy day in Atlanta. The downpour and the gloomy atmosphere are fitting, for they match my mood at this very moment. The rain, it appears, is a metaphor for what is going on inside of me. You see folks, I have crippling diarrhea. There is a storm of brown, murky water […]
I’ve got my shoes. MAKSI is making my dress. I have my books packed. I think I’m ready. Almost everyone in the MOM Squad has read my debut novel, Daughters of Swallows, either in blog form or on paperback. You’re familiar with its contents. The book covers a myriad of topics, ranging from marriage, romance, […]