She usually liked Christmas. The season was always filled with laughter and happiness. But not this one. She usually enjoyed listening to carols; the sweet serenading sounds of vocalists would always flood her body with peace – but not this time. Now, every darn carol reminded her of his voice. Angela was miserable, and she hated herself for being this way. Stupid, stupid, stupid choices! She thought to herself; last year by this time, her life was completely different. She w

The Mpeasem villagers couldn’t remember the last time the sun’s rays were so harsh and Kwakyewaa couldn’t have been more glad. The icy feel of the wind against her cheeks were getting too familiar. As she walked towards the stream, she tilted her head back, and allowed the sun to blind her eyes shut. She smiled and inhaled the fresh air – it was a nice feeling. “Ei, Kwakyewaa! Always dreaming! *Inshwɛ babia erikɔ?” Kwakyewaa felt a playful slap on her arm. She hated that… Suc

Ivy was walking as fast as the muscles in her stubby legs would carry her, she was seriously panting. The braids on her head were sticking in different directions and she was sweating profusely. ‘I can’t believe I overslept!’ She thought to herself. She was ten minutes late, she looked a hot mess, and the humid weather wasn’t helping her situation. Finally, seventeen minutes after the lecture was scheduled to start, she stumbled through the huge white doors of the lecture roo