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14/05/2025

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11/04/2025

The Trouble of Falling In

In the vibrant heart of Accra, where the city's rhythm pulses through its streets, lived a young woman named Abena. Known for her grace and intelligence, she was admired by many. Among her admirers was Kwame, a man whose charm was overshadowed by his sense of entitlement.​

Kwame had long harbored feelings for Abena, often expressing his desire to be with her. However, Abena, valuing her autonomy and uninterested in Kwame's advances, politely declined his propositions. Unaccustomed to rejection, Kwame's admiration turned into obsession.​

One evening, in a desperate attempt to coerce Abena into a relationship, Kwame falsely claimed possession of intimate photos of her. He threatened to release these nonexistent images if she continued to reject him. Abena, shocked and distressed, refused to succumb to his blackmail.​
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Determined to protect her dignity, Abena reported Kwame's threats to the authorities. The police, taking the matter seriously, launched an investigation. They discovered that Kwame had no such photos and that his threats were baseless. Nonetheless, his actions constituted criminal behavior under Ghanaian law.​

Kwame was arrested and charged with attempted extortion and harassment. The court proceedings were swift, and he was found guilty. The judge, emphasizing the severity of Kwame's actions, sentenced him to a significant term in prison.​

Abena's courage in standing up against Kwame's intimidation sent a powerful message to the community. Her actions highlighted the importance of respecting personal boundaries and the consequences of violating them.​

In the end, Kwame's inability to accept rejection led to his downfall, while Abena's resilience and integrity upheld her honor and inspired others to stand against coercion and abuse.

11/04/2025

*Uren's Story*

I am Uren, an SS3 student from GSS Manguna, Bokkos, Plateau State. My people, the Ron and Kulere, held our yearly festival, and people came from all over. Not because everything was alright, but because the festival gave us strength. It reminded us that we are still here, still alive. Even though we keep losing people, we cannot stop living.

*The Weight of Oswald's Nightfall*

I woke up with the weight of Oswald's "Nightfall in Soweto" pressing heavily on my chest. Mr. Mallo, our literature teacher, had painted it vividly when he taught the poem. "Feel it. Poetry is meant to be felt," he had said. I felt it, all right. The fear. The dusk falling like judgment.

*The Attack*

It was loud and close. A rhythm now too familiar. First at night, now in broad daylight. A group of attackers was moving in on our village and the nearby ones too. We froze, not knowing what to do. Smoke began rising, big, black clouds. Houses were burning. We saw people running, screaming.

*Hiding from the Attackers*

We squeezed in, my siblings and I, while my parents and one of my brothers covered the hole with dry leaves and grass. They stayed outside. There was no room for all of us. From that tiny breath-hole, I watched. The men on bikes came. Five of them. Guns slung carelessly like tools of a craft they had effortlessly mastered.

*The Slaughter*

They spoke in Hausa with a Fulani accent: "Shegu jamu kakashe dukan ku!" Then more chants of "God is great," and more bikes revving into the distance. Their glee carried by gunshots and war cries: Eeehhuuhuuuuu! rent the air as they made their way to join the others. And then, there was silence, except for my mother's wail.

*The Aftermath*

We saw the assailants, what they looked like, the language they spoke, how they prayed to the god they prayed to. We also know that their kind occupy many of the villages around that were razed before now. It is said that when people are pushed to the wall, they will push back, not out of bravery, but out of necessity.

*The Invaders*

The invaders have awakened something dangerous, not just pain, but memory. And memory, when soaked in blood, never forgets.

24/08/2024

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My eldest asked her younger brother to help her get something, and he didn't agree.
With the brief back and forth that followed, I wonder if she got it from me.

E: M, go to the room and bring my bag for me.

M: No.

E: I'll buy you sweet and ice cream.

M: Don't buy.
That was the end of the conversation. He wasn't even bothered about it.
I won't go, and I don't need your ice cream.

This is funny but it shouldn't be, because I'm wondering if they learnt it from me or it's just his personality.

16/01/2024

Some days in marriage, you just want to play with your spouse like a child. Some other days, you just want to be alone. Some days, you’re irritated and things they do just annoy you; as if all their weaknesses are exaggerated. Some other days, you feel extra mushy and want to make love to them. Some days, you feel no butterflies and see them as a sibling. Some days, you’re just bored of them. Some other days, everything they say is interesting. Marriage is this cycle of unending temporary emotions and sometimes, conflicting moods. It’s not a linear road to forever. You must learn to manage every phase and day differently with forever in your mind. One hell of an adventure.

25/11/2023

I showed someone son this picture and he asked me why do I like food this much, abeg help me check if it's only food that you see.

28/10/2023

I followed my wife to the salon for her hair treatment and washing.

While the stylist was working on her hair, her sharp and talkative 3-year-old daughter ran into the salon.

She started singing Davido’s “Feel,” and we were all cheering for her but then she switched to “Coming” by Naira Marley ft Busiswa and later to “Portable,” singing the lyrics word for word!

Immediately, my wife and I exchanged glances, the stylist and others in the salon found it amusing and even sang along.

The girl was on my wife’s lap as she got her hair done by her mom, and she noticed my wife had stopped singing, so she asked, “Aunty, you don’t know the song?”

My wife explained that she didn’t like the song and that it’s not suitable for kids

“But my mommy likes it, mummy is it a good song?” She asked her mom

“Nothing do the song” the stylist said, “and she no understand wetin them dey talk na, na small pikin.”

My wife kept quiet

“Aunty, I sang it for my mummy’s birthday today and we danced” the child said

“Your mummy’s birthday?” My wife now asked the mom, “Is today your birthday?”

She smiled, “Yes o”

“No wonder your face is shining and you’re looking sweet like this, and I even saw your husband today for the very first time since I started coming here”

We all laughed while she blushed

“Happy birthday dear, that means I won’t pay. It’s on the house, right?” My wife asked

Immediately the child screamed “You must pay.”

“My wife jokingly replied, “and if I don’t pay what will you do?”

“I’ll force you.” The child said and everyone laughed

“Ahh you have mouth to talk after eating all the cake.” My wife teased

The Mum immediately laughed and said

“Don’t mind her. The big cake my husband ordered for me, only her finished it.”

“Really, and you didn’t call me to join?”

The mom continued, “Very expensive chocolate cake o, she finished it all.”

“What? oya come down from my leg. So you ate big chocolate cake and you didn’t remain for me, come down joor.” My wife teased

“It’s a lie o, don’t mind my mummy. My daddy did not buy any cake for my mummy, only Pepsi and puff puff and my mummy threw it at him so I ate it!”

Everywhere became quiet suddenly

I just stood up and made a fake call and left the salon for the women abeg. It’s too early for vawulence

My wife should come and give me the full gist later. I like this kind gossip.

The End

Ajebo Writer

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