Faustina Ama Dadson

Faustina Ama Dadson Whenever Ama passed the street She said a greeting in a voice sweet The boys won't blink an eye to the flies She was just as beautiful as green skies Ama always carried a bag of books A serious student with humble looks And when she spoke, a courteous girl Her hair run down...

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DELA

Dela If you have seen me smile tis because I will live for awhile This poem has lost its virginity to our lustful screens and vanity Dela peep into my pants see for yourself if am still a man it sleeps even at your chants They say its common of our clan Dela You alone know what love is unzip...

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I AM A NORTHERNER

Author: Ruth Wewura Guribie I am a northerner. And that is a shame, but please don’t blame me, blame God. He made me a northerner and didn’t practice democracy when he did so. Perhaps there was a conference in heaven (or wherever babies come from) in which parents choose their children. Blame...

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A RECIPE OF REDISCOVERY

(A narrative by Kweku Atta Crayon )The man who brought her was of no strange face, I had met him twice. He was the father of two little girls who were under my care in going to and returning from school. The Dansoa Bruce. They had similitude in their facial appearances. So even before the headmaster...

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APEDWA GUEST HOUSE

Few minutes before our departure, a gentle man from the front seat,just behind the driver's, requested that we closed our eyes in prayer to Almighty God for traveling mercies. A lady seated next to me, had a garment that covered her head, just like a veil. I became certain of her status as a Muslim...

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