Ayesha Harruna Attah is a writer and journalist. She has worked as a freelance writer for the Accra Daily Mail, a Ghanaian newspaper, the AFRican Magazine and Yachting Magazine.
The bus went over a speed bump. A basket shook and the hen in the basket peeked out and squawked. Nana looked at her uncle who was unperturbed by the commotion. She was in the annoying middle seat which had to be lifted up anytime somebody wanted to get off. It was dark now and they had reached Salaga, the famous market town. The bus pulled over and hawkers flocked to the sides. Her uncle asked if she wanted anything. She shook her head. Two more hours to get to Tamale... Full Story
March 1954. On the day after the first rainfall of the year, Lizzie-Achiaa stood under a neem tree in front of her father’s compound, a convinced young woman. She was convinced that there was more to life than working on Papa Yaw’s unproductive farm, helping Mama Efua with chores and having inane conversations with Asantewa. Times were hard in Adukrom No. 2. Owusua, her eldest sister had died the year before. Swollen shoot disease had infected plants. Her father’s cocoa farm had been no exception, and of course, he was quick to use that in his defense of trying to marry her off. Full Story
