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Monthly Archives: April 2012

#FridayFictioneers – Sobibor

27 Friday Apr 2012

Posted by readinpleasure in Challenges, Friday Fictioneers, Short Stories

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Friday Fictioneers, Holocaust, Madison Woods, Sobibor

Thanks to Madison Woods, here is another opportunity for the Friday Fictioneers to bring out their best in the fun-filled 100 words short story, based on Madison’s flash photo prompt.  (This time, I tried in vain to get the 100 words exactly; this is 101 words. Sorry, Madison). I was also inspired by the film Escape From Sobibor, based on the Jewish uprising and mass escape from the extermination camp at Sobibor, the most successful uprising by Jewish prisoners of German extermination camps. So, here we go, have fun.

Sobibor

‘Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.’ The words reverberate in my mind as I sit in the pew, and I flinch at the memory that this particular line always evoke; evil, raw and primitive, abhorrent and vile as the perpetrator.

 I can see him behind the barbed wire, ugly, the scar running from his forehead to his chin, creating a hideous appendage to a cruel visage that causes ripples of horror through me.

Indeed, despite the assurance, I fear the evil that is Herr Manning, Oberlieutenant, of Sobibor

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Reflections From The Heart – Be There For Me

26 Thursday Apr 2012

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Bleeding Soul, Poetry, Rainbow

Be There For Me

Be there for me
When I am weak
My life’s worst fears
Laid bare by my tears
 
Be there for me
My heart is in tatters
And my soul bleeds
My memory is in scatters
 
Be there for me
As I send the tweet
That all I have is you, a glow
At the end of the rainbow
 
So, be there for me
Stay with me, don’t go
For it hurts to know
That you were and now no more.
 
(c) Celestine Nudanu
26/4/12
 
 
 
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Still on the Book-Buying Spree

25 Wednesday Apr 2012

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Book-Buying Spree, Hardy Boys, Tess of the D'Urbervilles, young adults

Last Saturday, that is on April 21, 2012, I resumed the book-buying spree from where I left off the previous Saturday, April 13, 2012. One may wonder if I had perhaps come into some money; an inheritance or a windfall, or a salary increase. Neither of these. The much awaited single spine salary is yet to feel heavy in my pocket (those of us who are administrators in the public universities are having a hard time with the Fair Wages and Salaries Commission) and the sighting of the first cedis could be now or never (certainly not).

So, as I was saying, I resumed the spree, armed with some few cedis I had stashed away for emergency situations; I was determined to acquire some more Classics and the YA books my boy who completed his JHS only this Monday and is now at home, bored to tears. The boys and I visited the University of Ghana Bookshop, Legon, knowing that we would certainly get what we wanted this time. And what a Classic feast! Before our eyes, or should I say my eyes, since the boys were certainly not interested in my Classics, were stacks and stacks of unabridged Classics for me to choose from, and at affordable prices too! So, much to the consternation of the  gang following me, I took my precious time and browsed to my heart’s desire, after which I selected the following: The Mayor of Casterbridge and Tess of the D’Urbervilles (Thomas Hardy), Kidnapped and Treasure Island (Robert Louis Stevenson), Oliver Twist (Charles Dickens), Prisoner of Zenda ( Anthony Hope) and Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen); these were selected for the Classics Club. I also bought for my relaxation, (and to feed my insatiable taste for thrillers, legal/crime/mystery fiction and mafia) Robert Tanenbaum’s Act of Revenge, the author’s finest and most dramatically rich novel to date. (well, so says the information in the inside flap of the novel). unfortunately, the Bookshop did not have Anna Karenina or any Russian lit in stock. I may have to substitute something else, perhaps, Tess of the D’Urbervilles for the Classic Romance category of the Back To The Classics Challenge.

Needless to say, YA books did not feature on the shelves in the bookshop, well, with the exception of a few Nancy Drews and Hardy Boys series, most of which have been voraciously read by Cedric, the young graduate. You see, he is an avid reader, like his mum. As we say in Ghana, the crab does not give birth to the bird. But then, I am sure my problem of not getting some books for him is mainly because he has read almost all the books on display in the two bookshops we visited. He is only fourteen years after all; the definition of YA might also play a part here. There are some good books for young readers by Ghanaian authors but I am afraid he has passed that stage and he would want more challenging reads.

And so, the only option left for us is to go to EPP bookshop, which has many branches in Accra, for the YA books. This would have to be after pay-day, mind you. If we do not get any suitable books for him, then we would probably come to a compromise; he would be introduced to African Writers Series, which I had intended him to start at age fifteen. Not far off, anyway.

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#FridayFictioneers – Diamond Tear Drops

20 Friday Apr 2012

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Diamond Tear Drops, Friday Fictioneers, Madison Woods

It’s yet another Friday and time for Friday Fictioneers to post their 100 words story, based on the prompt by Madison Woods. Below is my story. Please, enjoy.

Diamond Tear Drops

Staring at the shattered remains of her dreams, her tears flowed freely, as water dipping off a rock, down her face onto her chest, hitting hard like diamonds, mingling with the cloying smell of her sweat-stained body. They glistened in the darkness of the room that was her soul.

 Her dream was to be loved by her one and only; the man who had been able to reach deep into her heart to melt the ice that surrounded it. Now, he was no more; he lay dead in her bed, by her own hand. And she wept her heart out.

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Loving Pain

19 Thursday Apr 2012

Posted by readinpleasure in Fiction, Romance, Short Stories

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Loving Pain, relationship, romance, Short Story

Today, I bring you the concluding chapter of the short romance read, Loving Pain. I hope you enjoy it. I should appreciate your comments and feedback if any, on my blog. Thank you.

LOVING PAIN

CHAPTER ONE – THE BREAK 

It paid to be patient. I had always known that, and if nothing at all, I could recall my grandmother’s voice admonishing me to be patient in all situations and never chase after a man. However, grandmother had gone into the other world for a while now and couldn’t possibly know that I had done my share of chasing after Kofi. I had to agree with her though, that it does pay to be patient for I had waited patiently to end a relationship that had been going nowhere from the beginning.

My friends had seen the light long before I had. But I guess my mother who had been enamoured of him just as I had been, had fanned the flames of my love for him and I had loved him with a passion which had defied imagination.

As usual, he was about a half hour late for the date, speeding up the house in his latest toy, a Ford Escape. He offered no explanation for arriving late. That had always been his style and I had long stopped asking. He placed a rather cold peck on my cheek and as I looked up to his handsome face, I could not help but wonder what had kept me glued to this man for two solid years. Sex? Maybe, because it had always been good, but then as my dear friend Esi was fond of saying, ‘you don’t marry sex, you marry the man’. In this case, the man, Kofi was not marriage material and though I had known that for some time now, I had made excuses for his cheating and generally irresponsible attitude; but not anymore because I had to move on.

“Ayele, you look tired.” He said, as he sat down next to me on the couch. So he had noticed. For some time now, he had hardly noticed me and how I looked. The compliments, which had been lavish, were not forthcoming anymore.

‘I had a busy day at work.” I said, and then saw that for the first time since I had known him, he felt uneasy.

“Do you care for a drink?” I asked, him, trying to make him ease up.

“Er, no thanks, Ayele.” He looked everywhere but at me, and I decided to let him stew some more, before asking him the reason for his discomfort. Maybe I should withhold my news?

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, Kofi took hold of my hands in his and looked at me with unreadable, disturbing eyes. Here was I, trying to find words to end a two-year relationship and yet as I looked back at him, mesmerised, I knew instinctively that Kofi had something important to tell me. Would the magnitude of his news surpass mine?

CHAPTER TWO – NEW BEGINNING

A few weeks after Kofi’s visit, I sat behind my desk in the office lost in thought. I had a deadline to keep. The marketing company I worked for, NEXUS was about to be taken over by one of the biggest names in the advertising and marketing industry, Origin 8 Saatchi and Saatchi. It was not a bad move, considering that NEXUS had been going nowhere since the CEO lost his wife. Admittedly there had been a series of mismanagement issues by some of the executives over the years, but somehow, the boss had held tight, until his wife’s unexpected death through childbirth. Origin 8 was bailing us out, with fat checks for those who had opted to move on. I had been offered a good position as a sales and advertising executive with the portfolio of managing GTP, one of the major textiles companies in Ghana.

I couldn’t wait to start with my new job; I saw it all as a new beginning. Now, as I cleared my desk I couldn’t help dwelling on Kofi and his bombshell. “Ayele, I don’t know how to say this, but I want us to end the relationship.”

 “What!” I had been shocked at his words, stunned that he had beaten me to it. And then it hit me. Kofi had just released me from an unpleasant task.

“But why?” I needed to know and at that moment I hated myself for the desperation in my voice.

He felt uncomfortable as he said rather lamely. “It’s better this way, trust me, Ayele. I’m sorry if I’ve hurt your feelings.”

When he heard my brittle laughter he stared at me, surprised. ”Are you alright?”

“What did you expect?” I shot back, angry with him for doing this to me.

“Maybe I had better leave now, Ayele. But I thought it would be insensitive on my part if you should hear of my impending engagement to Bridget from another source.”

I was speechless and the pain of his betrayal sliced through me. So Kofi had been unfaithful again, but this time was actually making a major commitment. The unshed tears in my eyes told me that his exit from my life had not been sweet as I had thought.

“Excuse me, Are you Ms Ayele Addo?”

I shook myself from the reverie. A deep voice, sexy perhaps, interrupted my thoughts and I turned towards the door. Somewhere in my wanderings, probably swivelling in my chair, I had turned my back to the door, and so I hadn’t heard the knock. And then I stared, blinked and stared again, my heart going zing! What a sight!

CHAPTER THREE – MILES APART

“Get hold of yourself Ayele, the guy is only a driver with a Senior High School Certificate.” Esi murmured with exasperation. We were sitting at a table for two at Rhapsody’s in the Accra Mall. “Besides, you’ve known him for only a couple of months.”

“He is a driver with a future, Esi; and three months is more than enough time for me to get to know him and fall in love.” I replied stubbornly.

“Can you hear yourself? You have a Master’s degree, for heaven’s sake. Besides, it’s too soon after Kofi. You could get disappointed again”

I laughed, shaking my head. “No I won’t because this time, I chose with some care.

“What do you mean? Are you saying that Chris’ background will ensure that he will be beholden to you? But that is too calculating.

“Esi, don’t get me wrong. Kofi had all his credentials and yet he made a fool out of me. I admit that it did cross my mind, Chris’ background and all. But he worships me and for once it is refreshing to be the recipient of such deep devotion from a man.

“It’s because you have the upper hand, Ayele and I think your Chris is an opportunist.”

I shook my head sadly at Esi. “You are wrong, my dear. Chris is sensitive to my needs. Listen, when two people are in love, issues like education shouldn’t matter.“

“Really?” Esi sounded sceptical.

“Yes. He will soon write the access programme to enable him to enter the university. And despite the gap, we share so many things in common.”

“Hmm, you have it all worked out, don’t you?”

“The point of getting a degree in the first place was for me to use my thinking skills. Esi, as my best friend, can’t you be the first to be happy for me? I love him dearly.”

“So why does your mother hate this whole relationship?”

I sighed. “Mother is another matter altogether.” Grasping her by the hand and I forced Esi to look into my eyes as I spoke earnestly. “I’ve never felt this strongly about a man before. Not even Kofi. Chris is good to me, he treats me with so much respect and cares deeply for me.” I paused and then smiled mischievously, “and he is good in bed….”

“I know, my friend. But I’m worried for you. Just be careful and take the relationship one day at a time.”

That reckless streak in me made me disregard Esi’s words.

CHAPTER FOUR – CHRISTOPHER

“You’ve been going out with this girl for how long?” My mother asked me with some difficulty. As usual, I had to bend to be able to make out her words, through the slur. I guess I should be used to that by now, but anytime she spoke, the sheer effort of trying to make herself understood made me want to weep. This is what stroke can do to a loved one.

“For about six months now, mama.” Irrationally, I knew I would never forgive Ayele for allowing her insensitive mother to come storming into our modest home to heap insults on mama for me loving her daughter. We did not need any reminder of our poverty.

“You’ve introduced her to me and I’ve observed her as she comes to visit you, though I’ve kept silent. My son, do you love her? “Is she the one for you?” She whispered, doubtful.

“I love her so much, mama. She is the love of my life. But I will not see her anymore if that will make you happy.” Mama deserved this, at least.

“I see.” Sighing wearily, she closed her eyes for such a long time that I feared she might have fallen asleep. She certainly looked exhausted after exerting herself in such a manner and I felt some shame.

When she spoke, I was dumbfounded. “Chris, your father never stepped foot in the classroom, even though I had some basic education. My parents were against our marriage and I didn’t listen because I loved him. They were proved right; he left us when you were only two years old. I love you too much to stand in your way. Maybe you will be luckier than I was. I give you my blessings.”

I was weeping silently by now and could only mutter, “Thank you, mama.”

“Don’t weep, my child. Your girl’s mother is a fool. She does not know love; she has never loved before; she does not know God, for God is love.”

I had to smile, but mama was right. But wasn’t Ayele’s mother also right? What has a driver got in common with a sales and advertising executive who might soon do a PhD? Nothing, absolutely, nothing! I drive my boss around, pick his kids from school and stuff like that. It puts money in my pocket and enables me to take care of my sick mother.

Deep in my heart, I knew that despite my mother’s blessings and the deep love I had for her, I had to make some serious decisions. Could I go on seeing Ayele after what her mother had done?

CHAPTER FIVE – AYELE

“Ayele, you ought to tell him about the pregnancy, at least.” Esi said, not for the first time. It was a Saturday and we were in my room at home, relaxing on my bed. I was about five months gone; it had happened the day he told me it was all over. The knowledge of his baby growing in me somewhat assuaged the pain and despair of losing him.

I stared forlornly at my friend, not seeing her at all. Chris’ words had cut deep into my soul that fateful day in his room.

 “My love, it is over between us.” He had said softly.

The sorrow in his eyes made me realise that he was serious and I felt a sharp pain in my heart. “Why?” I whispered, afraid to breath.

“I need to find myself.” He said simply and the anguish in his voice tore at my heart. Chris had never felt inferior to me and I know that I’d never made him feel insecure. I had always found him intelligent and world wise. All he lacked was the paper certificate to prove it.

He had taken me in his arms, weeping hard, trying to make me understand the desire in him to make something out of himself before he could have me as his wife. I told him I didn’t care, hadn’t we said that we could be together while he pursued his dreams? He had even enrolled for the access course so why the sudden change of heart? Someone had interfered. I knew it. When I found out who it was, I was sure to do something bad to that person!

I did not ask him to re-consider. There was no need. I just gave myself to him to be loved totally and completely for the last time. I desperately needed him to erase the agony and emptiness that had crept into my soul, into my very being, if only for the moment.

Somehow, I managed to live though the days. My work kept me busy and Esi filled my days. My nights were full of memories of his love, his laughter, his sweetness, his warmth, his gentle touch, his kisses, his essence and his seed that was growing in me and somehow through the pain of losing him, I knew that fate will bring him back to me one day. Until then, I will wait.

I was jolted to the present by Esi who was gently shaking me. “Hey, come to earth, what is the matter?”

“I’m fine, Esi. What were you saying?”

“You always do this sort of thing, Ayele, stop thinking about Chris. It will harm his baby.”

“Yeah, but you know, I can’t stop thinking about him, ever. He is my soul mate.”

THE END




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Book-Buying Spree

16 Monday Apr 2012

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Amma Darko, Book-Buying Spree, Mia Couto, Thomas Mofolo, Usborne Publishing

Since I joined the two Classic Challenges, Back to the Classic Challenge and the Classics Club, I’ve been wondering whether I haven’t bitten more that I could chew, for the simple reason that in Ghana, getting Classics to read may be a problem. The only consolation is that with the, five (5) years is long enough to get all the fifty books that I  listed to read.

Most of these Classics were read in schools years past, and with the exception of the Shakespeare’s works, schools might not have these Classics on their reading lists today, well maybe some of the more popular ones (in Ghana, at least) like Wuthering Heights and Lord of the Flies would feature, but then I may be wrong. However, all in all, full unabridged Classics could be difficult to come by. Our libraries may  be of some help, though, but I can’t be too sure; besides, I would want to purchase them and keep them as mine, rather than having to borrow them from the libraries. As for ebooks, I don’t know why but I prefer to have a big fat novel or book in my hands, curled up in bed or in an armchair, reading it than a Kindle. So I had made up my mind to search the bookshops when I get the time, to buy some good old Classics, and get me some other books that I had intended to purchase to complete my reading list for the Africa Reading Challenge and to top up my TBR. I had also planned on getting some YA lit for my boy who is about to complete JHS (Junior High School)

So, this weekend off I went with the three boys in tow, to some selected bookshops around my vicinity. We started with the Treasure Hunt and I never realised until then, though I had suspected all along, how difficult it is here to get some good YA lit, devoid of too much sex, violence and well, the occult. I could not lay hands on any of these science fictions either. The good thing is that the bookshop had in stock, abridged versions of the Classics, oh yes! Kidnapped, Treasure Island, The Count of Monte Cristo, David Copperfield, Great Expectations, Oliver Twist, Jane Eyre, Around The World in Eighty Days, Mobi Dick, the stories of WWI and WWII, and even Dracula, all by Usborne Publishing Ltd, London, Uk. These publishers also have series on Leonardo Da Vinci, Winston Churchill, Florence Nightingale, and many more historical figures all in the abridged form. This is so great. I had, some time ago, bought quite a number of the above mentioned books in abridged form from a different bookshop for the oldest boy and so this time I got those that were not in our home library for the younger boys. The oldest was interested in broadening his outlook beyond these. And I could not get him a single YA lit.

But surprise of surprises! After combing through the stacks of books on the shelves, I got the full unabridged versions of Silas Marner, (by George Elliot) Great Expectations, (Charles Dickens) Bluest Eyes by Toni Morrison and the Kite Runner by Khaleed Hoseini. I also got the following African lit: Buchi Emecheta: (The Bride Price, The New Tribe), Thomas Mofolo (Chaka), Bessie Head (Tales of Tenderness and Power), Amma Darko (Not Without Flowers) Mia Couto (Voices Made Night) and Contemporary African Short Stories (edited by Chinua Achebe and C L Innes)

We had to suspend the spree, since the boys complained of being tired and hungry (spending about two hours in the bookshop). We would probably tour the Legon bookshop (University of Ghana campus) next weekend for some more Classics, hoping that this time we may also get some YA lit.

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Flash Fiction Story – Eloped

13 Friday Apr 2012

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Bridge, Eloped, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Madison Woods, Tunnel

Welcome to my second 100 words post on the Friday Fictioneers based on the photograph below, which is a prompt from Madison Woods. Hop over to her blog for more exciting reads.  After commenting on my blog, kindly post a link to yours so I can hop over and peruse your story.  Enjoy yourself:

Eloped

A dash across the lawn
On a sun-kissed morn
Its shimmer so silver
The radiance evokes my fever
 
A dash across to the bridge
On feet of gossamer wings
My flight in my haste
To my love and fate
 
In flight across the bridge
Yearning for my love
He waits amongst the lilies
Ready my body to devour
 
Kiss me, my lips so fresh
Like dew on the earth
Needing to feel your breath
Caressing me in mirth
 
Under the tunnel we meet
We kiss, we feel, on heat
We dance, a naked dance
Free, cries my heart at last.
 
(C) Celestine Nudanu
13/4/12
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Reflections From The Heart (Poet At Play) – His Presence

11 Wednesday Apr 2012

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gallows, His Presence, Poetry

His Presence
 
A heart out of the darkness
Reached out to touch mine
Filled with bitterness
My anguish real as I pine
Hoping not to be found
On life’s bleak mound
 
A kind whisper out of the shadows
Home, I call it gallows
Brushed against my brow
Wrinkled, with shame as I bow  
At how low I had fallen
Once, full of Me!
 
The softest of words
Spoken out of the gloom
Reached to my core
Beckoning me to rise and soar
Above the grime, and bloom
 
For, love has touched me
Love has touched my essence
And I will no more bleed
I am now in His Presence
 
(C) Celestine Nudanu
11/4/12
 
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Flash Fiction – Friday Fictioneers

10 Tuesday Apr 2012

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Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, The Broken Earthenware Pot


This 100 words story is inspired by Madison Woods’ Blog, http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com which hosts the Flash Fiction, The Friday Fictioneers. The Friday Fictioneers  use 100-word stories as an exercise in choosing concise phrases and strong verbs. It’s an excellent way to show your stuff to the world without exposing too much. It would be nice to visit to or to join in this creative fun. And so, though I am late, better late than never. Here is my short story:

The Broken Earthenware

She stood silently by the trees, gazing at the river.  She tried to shake off the memories, of that terrible night when her world had shattered into pieces, like her grandmother’s broken earthenware. It had not been her fault that day long ago, but she could still feel the disappointment in her grandmother’s words; “this is a family piece, precious, Nina. What would I tell my ancestors?”

What would she tell her ancestors now? That her only daughter had drowned in this river, fleeing from her attacker, a husband and father? She felt bereft of words for such a story.

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7×7 Link Award

10 Tuesday Apr 2012

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7x7 LInk Award

Over the Easter weekend, I became, the proud recipient of the 7×7 Link Award, by kind courtesy of Eva of gabrielsfury. Do pop in at her blog to read some of her lovely poems.

Now, to the rules of this Award:

1.  Tell everyone something they don’t know about you.

I’m noted for being overtly superstitious. This notion could be true or not, depending on the circumstances and how you perceive superstition.

2.  Link to posts that I think best fit the following categories:

Most Beautiful:  https://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/03/11/reflections-from-the-heart-poet-at-play-my-saviour/

Most Helpful:  https://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/03/21/in-celebration-of-world-poetry-day-peace/

Most Popular: https://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/04/03/reflections-from-the-heart-poet-at-play-mirage/

Most Controversial: https://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/03/27/reflections-from-the-heart-poet-at-play-diane/

Most Surprisingly Successful: Well, this is difficult to judge, since I do believe all the few poems I’ve posted are successful in their own right. But hei, good team spirit, right? http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/03/29/reflections-from-the-heart-poet-at-play-love-gone-stale/

Most Underrated: https://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/03/07/introducing-random-reflections-from-the-heart-poet-at-play/

Most Pride-Worthy: https://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/03/23/in-honour-of-ama-ata-aidoo-the-coconut-tree/

3.  Pass this award on to seven other bloggers

Here are the chosen seven:

http://eof737.wordpress.com/
http://mesayah.wordpress.com/
http://jeglatter.wordpress.com
logo-ligi.com
Musings of an African Woman
http://limeisbetter.wordpress.com/
http://monyaneba.wordpress.com
 
I do believe these are great blogs, including gabrielsfury
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