The Other Afrik
- West Africa
- Ghana
- Panafrica
- Short story
Recently I got a call from my cousin who is also a recent returnee. Actually, it was more than one call. The first time my phone rang and I saw his name pop up on the screen, I didn’t pick up. It wasn’t personal. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone. I’d had one of those days when you’re just completely spent. The night was still relatively young, but I’d been in my pyjamas since 4:00pm, waiting for an hour that seemed respectable enough for a grown woman to climb into bed and go to sleep.
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