The Largest Collection of Flash Fiction Stories from Ghana. On Tatale by Shefi Nelson.

Gail walked down the road swinging and swaying her hips along the way. She wore her best dress,the tight fitting hot dress that made all the guys stare. Guy leaned against the tree and watched the hot babe dance under the African sun. I must have a bite of that pie He smiled to himself. Mmmm She was so inviting. Guy knew She had it coming. Nine months later and here comes Baby Bastard. Guy B is missing, Mama B. Dear Lord what is Baby B. to do? May 4, 2015.

He could have been asleep. He really did look like it. His chest area looked robust for an aged, dead man. He always managed to see the humour in any situation. That was something Aba had picked up. It was this face, now inanimate, that raised his granddaughter. Third Time is a Charm.

BARING OUT MY SOUL! I almost forgot how to live. I had the opportunity to work with and for an influential man. The experience was priceless but the cost I had to pay was too much. I loved my job but I was slowly killing myself working an average 12hours a day without rest. I quit two days ago. Most often I came home after midnight and I was grateful I had no nuclear family to come home to because they would hardly see me since I have to leave early in the morning for work and return late in the night.

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Kweku Ananse was never cunning, his compatriots only thought him so. Ebola first appeared in 1976 in 2 simultaneous outbreaks, in Nzara, Sudan and in Yambuku, DRC. The latter was in a village situated near Ebola River, from which the disease takes its name. Looks as though everyone is scared of this dreaded disease. How Our Second Business Failed! How time fl.

A collection of words that make peace with a situation. They called us cursed descendants of Noah. But I swear we are more than a clan. We the spirit of defiance that makes a frog take to flight whenever it hops. We are the gods of the land. Their white cloak was a veil of deception. Their holy books just another tool for miseducation. They destroyed our gods and became our Lords.

The Man On The Roof. A couple of days ago, I chanced upon the above image while browsing the Internet. The name of the illustrator is unknown to me but I was instantly drawn to the image. Maybe we need to spend more time together. Maybe we need to go on a trip. The superior finishing on her edges Was a perfect sin Read More.