My friend Nana at interviewed me. Read all about it and get to know the real Celestine and the story behind Haiku Rhapsodies.


One of haiku’s main appeals is that it focuses on nature or aspects of it. Haiku, in its brevity, captures those special moments in time when all our senses are awakened to the wonders and beauty of nature
– Celestine Nudanu, Writer

CESTONE Celestine Nudanu

Celestine Nudanu is a Ghanaian writer, a romantic at heart and a book reviewer. Girdblog had a chat with her about her writing life and her debut collection of poetry, Haiku Rhapsodies. We are delighted to share some of Celestine’s insights with you.

Girdblog: Who is Celestine Nudanu?

Celestine: Thank you. A simple question yet very loaded. Who am I? Celestine Nudanu is a middle aged woman who refuses to think like one. “I am a romantic at heart, and love a good romance story, though I shy away from erotica. Almost all my poems focus on love, or aspects of it…

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Wild Whispers – Character Interview


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I’m very happy to be back my friends. Today I host on my blog a hot romance writer and friend, Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku of An avid romantic at heart like myself, Stella’s spicy romance books are hot all over. Stella is  celebrating the release of her latest romance, Wild Whispers with a blog tour including sumptuous giveaways. (details below).

Title:                 Wild Whispers, a tender Novella.

Author:             Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku

Genre:              Romance/Contemporary/Interracial

No of Pages:     106

ISBN:                – 978-1530511259

Release day:      21st April 2016



Scarred but not broken, beautiful Adaora Dike made a tough choice early in life and she had no regret until she lost everyone and everything without warning. She finds comfort in a quiet home in the woods, deep in Dagor Village. Out there, Adaora discovers nature and animals do not condemn, only people do. One rainy night, a male shadow dashes across her yard, her heart flips over and she faces emotional chaos. While on a field trip in Africa, handsome photographer, Gary Mason gets stranded in the woods. He finds an abandoned shelter occupied by a lonely but lovely woman he cannot not get out of his head. This is one photography shoot he wants to forget, but Adaora has a firm grip on his heart and might change his life forever. Through many Wild Whispers, will Adaora and Gary change each other or will fate intervene to keep them apart?

Now relax  and prepare to meet Ebele Okocha, a young character in Wild Whispers. Be warned she has strong opinions.

In your own words, please introduce yourself to our readers?

Thank you for this opportunity, this is my first interview. I’m Ebele Okocha, a ten-year old primary school student from Dagor Village in Edo North, Nigeria. I live with my parents and six brothers and sisters in a small house in Dagor Village. My friends and family call me a matured child because according to them, I speak older than my age.

Good to meet you, matured Ebele. How do you know a certain woman, called Adaora Dike who is the heroine in a new book, titled Wild Whispers?

You are very funny. Ah, Auntie Adaora is my good friend. She lives in this beautiful, big, green and white bungalow in the woods a small way from our house. I first met her as I searched for my lost coin under the dried leaves near her house. She helped me find my coin and she invited me to her house and gave me homemade biscuit and milk. She is the kindest person I know.

Sounds like you like Adaora a lot. Does everyone in Dagor Village know and like your Auntie Adaora?

Not at all. It hurts me to hear all the horrible things the villagers say about Auntie Adaora. They don’t even know her or speak to her but they judge her from afar. Even my parents come home telling tales about what they have heard others say about Auntie Adaora in the market square. I think some adults are not nice to strangers. It is so sad. But I’m not one to judge people without knowing them. So I made friends with her. Now I know Auntie Adaora and I don’t believe the mean things everyone else says.

Wow! You are one feisty young lady, Ebele. So do your parents approve for you to visit Auntie Adaora?

Shish! Can I trust you to keep a secret? You must not tell my parents about my visits to Auntie Adaora. I want to keep it quiet.

You can trust me to keep my mouth shut. Do you think Auntie Adaora has any special person she cares about?

Not until recently. I think the strange man who she helped likes her a lot. But Auntie Adaora does not know she cares about him yet. But I like him already. Gary is nice. But I will wait and watch her come to like him. Sometimes, I think some adults don’t know what they want until they lose it.

I’m curious, how do you know Gary likes Auntie Adaora?

Oh I saw the way he looked at Auntie Adaora when she was not looking. Hmmm…my eyes see things. When Gary talks about Auntie Adaora, his eyes light up like the bright stars up in the sky. And he surprised her with a lovely gift so soon after they met. Only someone who really likes you brings you gifts.

That is true. Finally, if you got a small amount of money what will you get for yourself, Ebele?

For me? Oh…I will buy lots of sweets, chewing gums, biscuits and pretty shoes. And if I had some left over, I will buy the English textbook I have been telling my parents to buy for me for a long time.

I know African names always have meanings. Do you know the meaning of your name?

I do. Ebele means mercy or kindness and that is what I try to be to everyone God brings my way. Our village needs more kind people. Like people who show mercy to others.

I hope you get all you want in life, Ebele. Thank you for chatting with us. Your Auntie Adaora has a great friend in you.

Oh thank you for having me. I enjoyed our chat.


Wild Whispers blog tour begins on Saturday 23rd April and ends on Thursday May 26th 2016.

Star Prize: One Wild Whispers Bracelet.

Rhinestone Link Chain Bracelet

Other Prizes: Flirty & Feisty Romance eBooks of your choice (excluding Wild Whispers)


Follow Wild Whispers on its exciting Blog Tour and leave comments on this blog. Lucky winners will be randomly selected.


Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku is a fun-loving mother of two teenagers, married to her gorgeous husband and best friend who indulges her romantic habits. Writing contemporary and historical romance novels is an exciting adventure for her. Out of curiosity and belief that love conquers all, she has written several Interracial & Multicultural Romance Novels.

In 2010, Stella created Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels, a collection of toe-curling, intriguing, and skin-tingling romance with compelling characters who have heart and soul and jump off the pages of the book. All her stories are dotted with twists and turns and are set in fascinating Africa, enticing Europe & enchanting America.

To experience and enjoy an intense emotional ride, pick up a copy of any of her novels: Loitering Shadows, Beyond the Lady, The Gardener’s Ice Maiden, Sparkling Dawn, Husband to Rent, Stolen Valentine Kiss (Holiday Series #1), Kiss My Lips (Holiday Series #2), Forbidden Dance, Stolen Valentine Kiss & Kiss My Lips (Holiday Series 2~ Books ~ in ~ 1), Tempting Desire, Seduced Hearts, Red Velvet Rose and Wild Whispers. Stella’s first historical/suspense/mystery romance, Royal Cowries (Cowries Series #1) will give you an insight into a different Africa.

A luxury home by the seaside is on Stella’s wish list. In her spare time, she loves to swim on her back like a starfish, watch TV, go to the movies with her family and read romance novels.



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Hello wonderful folks, I have been gone for so long that I almost forgot I had a blog.:-). I miss you all I must admit.:-) But my absence was a for a good cause. I needed time to finish my works in progress. Thank God I have been able to complete one of them (only one oo! Hmm!) A collection of haiku, Haiku Rhapsodies.

To say I’m excited would be an understatement. At the same time, I am humbled that my work, Haiku Rhapsodies, is going to be out there. Incidentally, I’m the first Ghanaian to have a haiku anthology published in my country. That fact sunk in only yesterday when  a colleague mentioned it. That rather humbles me and make my heart goes ziiinnnnng!:-). I give all the glory to God.:-)

On Saturday 23rd April, 2016, I will be launching Haiku Rhapsodies at PAWA (Pan Africa Writers Association) House, Roman Ridge, Accra Ghana at 1.00 pm. As a member of the Ghana Association of Writers, (GAW) which is under the PAWA, I get to use the venue for free.:-) I wish to invite you all lovely folks to the event. I know you will all be there with me in spirit.:-) The journey has not been easy, especially as an independent publisher. I had to edit and edit and re-edit the collection after it had gone through series of reviews. I particularly thank Kristjaan, the host of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai for his invaluable support. I’m also grateful to Adjei Agyei Baah, editor of the Mamba Journal and the African Haiku Network for his critique and great support Special thanks go to Hamish Gunn for his lovely forest photo, and to Roxi St Clair for permission to use her quotes.  And I know I could not have made it without your beautiful heartfelt support over these years of blogging. I thank you all sincerely from the bottom of my heart.:-) I shall soon post the links to where you can get copies to buy. :-) :-)

God willing, I shall soon join you on the blog. I have over a 1000 posts in my inbox and I simply cannot keep up. Pardon me for deleting and starting afresh. Thanks so much.:-)


2015 In Review


The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

Madison Square Garden can seat 20,000 people for a concert. This blog was viewed about 63,000 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Madison Square Garden, it would take about 3 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

I’m most grateful to all my blogger friends, who comment, like and even just visit. Without you my blog would have been obsolete. :-) Special shout outs to Kristjaan of CDHK fame, Alice, Marie, (where are you?) Skye, (let me hear from you please) Kimmy, Gilly, Rosy, Joyce, Nomzi and Nana Prah; Kiru, Stella, Sandra, Al, Ste J, Trisha, Tish,  Jules, Ese, Hamish, Kinna, Nana, Dela, Ricky, Jael, Tiny, Khaya,  and Penny. Specials smiles for my Carpe Diem group, the Haiku Horizon and Haiku My Heart members (Rebecca, your love is appreciated and reciprocated) and of course the Friday Fictioneers whom I haven’t visited in ages. (sigh) Susan Daniels and Boomie, are you there? Longest time. :-)  :-)

Wishing you all a lovely New Year full of God’s blessings and more

Click here to see the complete report.



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Hi folks, I said I was going away for a while but I just had to come back and post this beautiful poem written by a dear friend and dedicated to her husband on the occasion of their twenty-second wedding anniversary. Enjoy.:-)

(Specially for Nana Kwesi Agyepong


There was silence

With my three friends we entered the Physics Lab

And there you were; you sat alone

Looking a little startled

as if your thoughts had been rudely interrupted

Our eyes met…….uh, my heart skipped a beat

my gaze still fixed on you

what was this strange feeling

your smile disarmed me

your voice confused me.

Your gentleness overwhelmed me

After twenty and two years…

It has always been you. It has been L.O.V.E..♥


Oh it’s been 22 years already

four beautiful and adorable girls

and all the happenings in between

but it has always been you

In sickness and in health

in joy and in pain

in distress and triumphs

it has always been you


So on the occasion of our 22nd wedding anniversary,

I am thankful for:

Your unconditional love

and attention and care for me and the girls

Being who you are and allowing me to be the person

I have always wanted to be.

Your patience, calmness and gentleness

which still overwhelms and me

For the next year and beyond

Stand by me and let us stand together

for it has always been you

Walk with me and let us walk side by side

for it has always been you


Run with me and let us run together

for it has always been you

Play with me and let us play together

for it has always been you..♥

Sleep by me and let us sleep together

for it has always been you..♥

Sing with me and let us sing together

For it will always be you..♥ 

Pray with me, and let us pray together

For it will forever be you…♥


Happy 22nd wedding anniversary my love, Nana Agyepong

and thanks for saying “I do” 22 years ago.

You still take my breath away
Copyright © Abena Agyepong
18th December, 2015

Fresh Snow


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Done for for Carpe Diem and for Haiku My Heart.

This may be my last post for the year as I will be breaking for a while to sort out my WIP. But I shall be back!:-) Merry Christmas to all my lovely friends out there. Wishing you much joy, love and the peace that is Christ our Saviour. God bless you all.:-)

Fresh Snow


fluffy flakes falling

in backyard

manna from heaven

melts in a mirage


first snow

melting the coldness

in our hearts

Copyright © Celestine Nudanu


Haiku Horizons: String


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Done for Haiku Horizon



this forest magic

 pulls me in


string me

with soft feather touch

African beads


 scented oils

this night talisman


Copyright © Celestine Nudanu

Days of Christmas


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Done for for Carpe Diem, (Georgia’s Special 2nd Days of Christmas – Choka) and for Haiku My Heart.

Days of Christmas

5-7 5-7 5-7 5-7-7

 image of my child

salivates at nothingness

this drives me crazy

 to put more energy in

fanning the fire

that will cook only water

to bathe off the grime

from scavenging on the heap

 behind the MP’s mansion

Credits: Christmas

it is Christmas eve

 I can hear the chiming bells

Armageddon Church

last year the priest fed the kids

and winked at my girl

It is a no go this year

church charity stinks

but dare I reserve some pride

charity has lots of face


the Harmattan breeze

biting, burned and cracked my skin

charcoal a fiery red

The water now at a boil

waiting for the kids

to return to nothingness

now, what will they bring?

Freshly baked cakes, brown as earth,

bottles of coca-cola

with no expiry date or

stale crackers from yesteryear

moldy leg of a chicken

dry as the hag I’ve become?

Or my brand of emptiness?


Mama! There she is

dark skin glowing, defying

the harsh Harmattan

mockery of perfect skins.

her teeth flashed in smile

I swear the gleam in her eyes

made the Christmas lights

in the MP’s mansion pale.

now, she is me all over

(envoy or tanka)

she raise tiny hands

then I see the envelope!

ah, Harmattan breeze

her long tresses billowing

my husband’s gift waves at me

Copyright © Celestine Nudanu

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