Ewura Ekua Acquah
Bio
I grew up on popular story books; was greatly enchanted by the power of books to take you places you haven’t been before and live through experiences of the characters. I wish to take you on such journeys! Stay with me on this magical ride!
Stories (6)
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Second Chance
A Second Chance My day was off to a bad start. It all began when I woke up as I usually do by 4am, drenching in buckets of sweat and wondering why I couldn’t feel the blasted ceiling fan on me nor hear the swooshing of the blades as it spun around. I groggily stood up, carefully though, so as not to wake my two other siblings who I share the bed with. I traced my fingers on the wall to locate the light switch at the other end of the room and to my utter surprise, the click of the switch did not turn on any light, then, it sank in that ECG** (Electricity Company of Ghana) had done it again. Being so frustrated and irritated, I accidentally knocked my little toe on one of the furniture in the room. Ouch!!!
By Ewura Ekua Acquah2 months ago in Fiction
Stupid, stupid love?. Content Warning.
Inside the crackling fire, pictures of our past burned as though a vengeful spirit was blowing over it. The chilly harmattan dawn did nothing to quell it‘s hunger. Up with the rising smoke, I prayed vehemently - that memories of you would be gone with it.
By Ewura Ekua Acquah3 months ago in Psyche
The old man at night
The old man at night I saw him again, this night as he dragged his left foot on the cobblestone streets. His gait, a little unsteady with a hunched back and a wooden cane. His face partially covered by a worn out hood and his dirty long ash-gray hair hanging long over his chin. His clothes were that from two nights ago and he probably reeked of alcohol like he did that night.
By Ewura Ekua Acquah3 months ago in Fiction
A need timely met
It was late afternoon. Memuna was driving a dozen cattle with a long bamboo stick into the yard. She had the most alluring face with big bright eyes and a pleasant pearly white smile. Her skin, the colour of polished earthenware glistened in the hot sun from the constant use of shea butter. Her elder brothers had at this point abandoned the cattle to her shepherding as she was more than enthusiastic to do the very things culturally assigned to the men in the family.
By Ewura Ekua Acquah4 months ago in Fiction
