Sophia stared at the raindrops as they smashed into the mesh behind the closed louver blades. Continue reading “Longing…”
The first day I met her, “beautiful” was the last thing on my mind. The dress she had on was terrible and her face told the same story.
Pomaa was bored out of her mind. She counted the minutes that passed and passively drummed on the notepad on her lap. Continue reading “Exposed!”
She usually liked Christmas. The season was always filled with laughter and happiness. But not this one. Continue reading “All I want for Christmas”
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. Continue reading “Chasing Dreams”
Esther enjoyed quiet nights. She loved admiring the night sky and was fascinated by windows. Her favorite window at home was the one in her bedroom. It was a big glass window with white wooden casings. It helped her ‘think bigger’. Continue reading “Cravings”
Ivy was walking as fast as the muscles in her stubby legs would carry her, she was seriously panting. Continue reading “Having a bad day…”