If I were her child….

When my mother agreed to let me go live with her cousin, Auntie Serwaa in Kumasi, she was not the only one who was elated about the idea. My 8-year-old mind and soul were on cloud nine – I had never heard of cloud nine or whatever it meant at that time though. I rememberedContinue reading “If I were her child….”

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