Category: Fiction

IN OUR MINDS

Fiction by Nunya-Nelike Apetsi In Our Minds She lay outstretched on the bed that should soon be her death bed, her head on the pillow which had now become a companion for her numerous thoughts. She looked pale and fragile. Old age had already caught up with her. Her once...

DEATH BY HEARTBREAK

Fiction by Briana Korletey “Amma, take the chicken out of the freezer and let it thaw,” My mother barked as she wrapped the cloth around her waist. "Don’t forget or I will drown you in the water with it when I return.” “Yes Ma." She pushed her basket against the...

MOTORWAY

Fiction by Teddy Totimeh Motorway There was a certain excitement when I got off the airplane into the blanket of sweltering heat on a May evening in Accra. The heat had that presence that one has to acknowledge, and then move on. Because nothing else can be done about it....

WON’T YOU EAT AGAIN?

Fiction by Akorfa Dawson WON’T YOU EAT AGAIN? We used to eat together in one big bowl, all of us: the six Baidoo children. Immediately you see us anywhere, no one needs to tell you that we are related, from the way we squint when we are deep in thoughts,...

Parkour

Fiction by Elfreda Tetteh 1 On the day that Johnson falls, he is thinking of heading to the bridge. During the class break, he stands outside and tries to fold himself in the corner, all sharp joints and school-approved colours. Even so, he hears Garu and the rest of the...

A Written Misconception

Fiction by Nana Yaa Osei Every day that I don’t write is laced with an echo of regret. It pains my children that I have not traced my emotions, ideas and thoughts down to them. They borrow and buy a means of transport through time and form themselves in a...

God Loves The Unbeliever

Fiction by Tim Banks                  They called him Mr Glenfiddich because that's all he drank. Nobody knew anything about him except that everything he owned was expensive and new. The people in his neighbourhood would suck their teeth when he drove past in...

Mozart Park

Fiction by Amoafoa-Smart You can barely see the lines on the basketball court at Mozart Park. All of it is a eulogy, one that every game contributes something to. You hit a three from the line that has “R.I.P Brai” spray painted onto it. When you take a free shot,...

Tick Tock

Fiction by Mayfair Maclean It was 5:15 pm in Accra, the sun was setting and it was starting to get dark. Nii Lante slowed his car to a stop at the intersection, his was the first car to arrive. The light turned red, and unconsciously he begun to count the...

“MOVING CAR” [TWI]

Fiction by Amma Konadu Anarfi Mama, Nneɛma pii yɛ me anika wɔ wiase ha. Biribi te sɛ sɛdeɛ wɔn de "MOVING CAR" si taxi a ɛsi faako apampam, anaa sɛdeɛ kwanho adetɔnfoɔ pae wɔn dwa. Wobɛka sɛ saa nneɛma no nnyɛ biribiara saa, nanso ɛma m'ani gye. Ɛma asetena yɛ...