Yona was running late. He had already parried off a number of calls from Nana Ama, and had promised to be at the meeting at worst “in fifteen minutes”. It was now twenty minutes gone and he still had five minutes more to go. He crossed the road and stepped rapidly up the pavement… [6mins]

In collaboration with The Writers Project of Ghana.

I write because I can, because you read, because we die, because I must. A. Igoni Barrett