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Tell you what, if we had the chance to choose our sexes on our way into this world, I would choose to be a woman even in my 100 th  life. I don’t know if you feel the same way, but you have no idea how much power you posses just by being born a woman. Your warm heart, your resilience, your ability to multitask and more importantly, your ability to make other humans, gives you a divine power no man will ever have. Can anything beat that? Tell me! Centuries ago when women were a disadvantaged group, I wouldn’t have dared made this proclamation. When women were properties of their husbands, used and dumped at will, subjected to discrimination and violence, confined to the armpits of the dungeons they called home, I wouldn’t even dare write this piece or consider publishing same anywhere without a male pen name. But thanks to feminism (not extreme feminism), we have a different story to tell. Today, women are recognized and many of them are changing the world in the most extraor...

Akua’s phone beeps. It is a text message from Jake announcing his arrival at their usual meeting place. Few days or weeks ago this would have been a perfect call to pleasure with all its benefits but not today. Not when she has news to break, news of pregnancy with a married man. She replies to the text almost reluctantly, telling him she was on her way. Is Jake going to accept the pregnancy and leave his wife for her as promised? Or is he going to persuade her to terminate the pregnancy? These two questions put her on pins and needles as she journeys in a taxi to the hotel where Jake is waiting. She had learned of her pregnancy the day before and has never slept since then. With pursed lips, forehead pressed to the window, she stares absent-mindedly at buildings, trees and vehicles. Akua’s mind is miles away from the back of the moving red and yellow Kia Rio taxi where she sits. She’d been thinking about how she is going to break the news to her boss and boyfriend, Jake. Jaco...

After a long lecture about being careful and studying hard, with his forefinger pointing at me and in a deadpan tone my father said: “You better not come home with just a degree, you should come with a responsible man as well.” Although it was said jokingly, it had a massive impact on me back at school. I lived each day on campus with a burning desire to get good grades and a fine, responsible man as an icing on the cake. I was buried in studies for the first two years but the focus changed a little in my third year. I met my husband, Micah through my then roommate and best friend, Dede. In the second semester of our third year, Micah, together with a lady called Darkoah used to visit Dede in our room. Dede said they were both her course mates and study group members. Micah and Darkoah were assumed to be lovers because they were usually seen together. Before I met them, Dede used to tell me about them and expressed her admiration at the way they laughed at each other’s jokes and w...

Click  here for Part 1  of Compound House Chronicles. It is a free show now with tenants peeping through their windows to see the faces behind the outrage. They know Kofi Maame will be involved and she is right there in the thick of affairs. She is second best to Auntie Maggie in the league of scolding and her razor mouth could break even the heart of iron. She is the encyclopedia of the house (has information about every single tenant) and is the ‘nicest’ first tenant who befriends new co-tenants as soon as they move in. Kofi Maame trades information about every single tenant in the house in exchange for new information and ‘something’ about the newbie. Gossip comes to her so easily. And like pictures on a TV screen, her friendship is just as fleeting. Currently she is not on good terms with at least four tenants in the house. Her type, is not so rare in houses like these. Her latest victim seems to be the younger sister of one tenant, with whom she has started a q...