Category memory lane


Earth hath not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; […]


Over the weekend, some girlfriends and I stopped in at out local pub for [virgin] drinks and traditional pub-food. The topic of our conversation turned to our youthful follies and childhood pets; two seemingly unrelated, yet proven inter-relatable subjects. We talked about hamsters who’d chewed through electric cables, goldfish who’d suicide-jumped their way to freedom […]


“White lady! England lady!” the Ghanaian call belonged to a perfectly round face that hung out of the open door of a beat up trotro.  The vehicle screeched to a stop at the crowd of waiting passengers. “Move, you sit here!” he pulled a passenger out of the front row by his collar and dusted […]