This is not an apology. For whatever reason, I feel it’s important that this not be an apology, because then it would be premised on my not fulfilling some agreement or another. It’s not an apology. Rather, it’s an admission. Or better yet, a confession. I’m back in school for…
Dear Fellow Ghanaian, I’m blogging from the GH! You never quite remember what it feels like to have malaria, until you’re (re)experiencing the chills, fever and aches. Then it all comes back to you. If my memory serves me right, I have a little under a day or two before the…
To say that the new year rushed in is an understatement. I woke up one morning on Dec. 18 and the next thing I knew, it was 2011. Sure, being engrossed in the Young Women’s Knowledge and Leadership Institute (YOWLI) probably had something to do with my lack of awareness…
My dearest sweetheart,We probably haven’t met yet (or maybe we have), but I already have you in my mind’s eye. I already know the shape of your eyes; deep-set dark brown almond eyes that light up whenever you smile or laugh. Laugh, that laugh! Pearls of joy dropped down by…
The long dry untarred road, leads up to a cement-based incomplete bungalowA row of tables along the veranda, with plastic table covers of bougainvilleaUniformed men and women, each with a pair of ‘specs’ perched lightly on their nose ridgesPapers strewn left, right and center, and not a single computer in…
There once lived a wee little fellow Quite a troublesome little fellow was he Fidgety, fidgety, fidgety He never could sit still Until one day he encountered geology Yes, you heard right, geology And with that as silent as a mouse he would be He learned about igneous, sedimentary and…
I -Spotlight on.II -Geez, no need to singe my hair!I -Cameras rolling. Lie detector operational. All right. Spill the beans.II – Which beans are you talking about? Did you give me a pan of beans?I – Listen kiddo, we don’t have time for any of your antics. As you can…
Yesterday, the Library of Congress hosted the annual National Book Festival at the National Mall here in D.C. After finding out about it in the weekend newspaper, I knew I definitely had to be there. So even though it was pouring outside, I grabbed my trusty umbrella, plugged myself in…
It’s interesting now that I think about it, but I have never wanted for housing. There has always been someone out there who has been willing to open up their home (and heart) to me when I was in dire need. And with each person I encounter, I get the…
I’ve been feeling a pull for a while now. A pull towards something else. Something new. Something different. A pull to writing about something non-developmental. Sure development will always be a part of who I am, and inshallah I will pursue my career in that area. But right now, writing…