I’m Too Old for this — Rambling Roommates


I’m young enough but I am tired.


I’ve heard the likes of this tweet verbalized A LOT lately. In relation to games, lies, flip flopping, and the general indecisiveness that can come with dating, the consensus has been: “I’m [just] too old for this [behavior]”. The interesting thing I’ve noticed about this statement is that nothing really has changed of the ‘(dating) […]

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Career Things


On July 12, 2015 I have so much to write, but for now Happy Summer.

Time flies


I’m no longer apologizing for my inability to consistently post. I guess that’s not really what this blog is for. I should also change the name of this blog seeing as I am no longer in London. I will however be moving to a different state and that will be an adventure I hope to document on here.

This blog post will be about a bit of everything. As you all know, this year was my last in undergrad and I am officially finished. I will be graduating next week on May 29th with Chimamandah Adichie as my commencement speaker. I cannot think of a more fitting end to my college career as my love for Adichie’s works and the woman is borderline fanatic.

This academic year has been challenging and oh so rewarding both academically and socially. My first three years of college, I thought I’d found my best friends and sisters, many of them older than me, not knowing there was more waiting for me. I found friendships with people that three years ago I would never have seen. They’ve been such a formative part of my final year of college and they are friendships that will last beyond the 500 acres of our campus. My friends are truly amazing people and I am so happy to have them in my life.

Academically, I’ve finally completed my Neuroscience major and managed to squeeze in an Africana Studies minor as well. In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have majored in Neuroscience but it has made me a much stronger student. It’s shown me what I can do…and what I cannot. In my minor, I’ve found my passion for the continent of my birth and a need to change it. I am idealistic but you need that. I am going to miss these two completely different departments.

Lastly, in my final semester of college I fell into something, which is really the best way to describe this thing I am in. Funny thing about going to a high school where the beauty standard is not you can be slightly damaging to the ego. Going to a PWI, a women’s college at that, can also really screw with one’s romantic life. To say my romantic life has been a shit show would be an understatement but it’s college and each experience was a learning one. I’ve evolved in my taste, expectations, etc. First year me would be shocked at senior year me.

This current thing. It came out of no where. It is complicated. It is messy. It is entirely unexpected and I do not know where it is going. I like to control things. I want to know where it is going especially since my life is changing drastically in a little over two weeks. I am entirely nervous about it because you know people are generally shit and I’m not trying to have another week like the one in London when I stayed in bed and did not eat and was generally miserable over some douchebag. I don’t think this one means to be a douchebag but sometimes he is. I think he’s equally as confused as I am about what he wants. He talks a lot though. But talk is not action ya know?

I mean it could be nothing. This could all end up fizzling out in the upcoming week, month, six months, year who knows. My life is changing. I don’t think he gets that. My life is changing. How do you fit into that change? Do you come with me or are you left behind? A part of me wants to quit but I think I’m emotionally invested. That is the absolute worst part of this. The investment. I should write a separate post about him. He’s important I guess.

“Red Means Stop” by Adelaide Asiedu.


OOP unexpected ending

Flash Fiction From GHANA

The dress is red. Tight. Actually, it’s more than tight, its seams cling to my body. Its red and my brown could easily be the same fabric, but my brown is skin and the red is my dress. Somewhere in between my thigh and my knee, the red gives way once more to my brown. In truth, the mirror reflects more brown than red; perfect. My clock says it’s time to go, and so I do. Through the window, down one ledge, each leg navigates its way  to the grass below. The wall is a walk over, literally. Nobody sees me, except the night. I have no fears. The night may be your foe, but it is my ally, my element. Ma is sleeping, for sure. Da is at work. They do not see me. They never do. Accra is calling. I do not look back.


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Second semester Uni/College Senior


I’d like to begin by saying there is no one mold for the African child, be you from the West, East, South, North or Central Region. However, have you seen those stereotypes of the obedient African child? That’s not me and it’s a point of contention between my parents and I. They so badly wish that I would acquiesce to all their demands and that is not going to happen, not because I’m disobedient but because it’s absurd.

There’s a reason I started with that little background. If you follow me, you know I am currently a senior in uni and as such I am now looking at post grad options. This for me mean jobs, fellowships and/or travel opportunities. It is absolutely essential that one of these things pans out for me because there is no way I can come back home to living with my parents and sharing a room with my would be 9 year old sister. So I am determined to secure a well paying job outside of the state my parents live in by May 2015.

I have not lived at home since I was 14 years of age. From boarding school to college, I have been responsible for making good decisions for myself. If you were to ask my parents, they probably think I can’t take care of myself as they dictate everything I do when I am within their walls. Mind you, these same parents allow me to travel half away around the world and take care of myself. Anyway, the point of all this is, is that I cannot move back home post grad. I need these jobs, fellowships to work out. The level of control I have over my life at the current moment is something I truly value and I fear that going home even for a short period of time will take away that control. Anyway, this fear is a great motivator to get my life sorted out and apply to as many things as possible. If I don’t do it, the possible repercussions is not something that I am willing to live with.

A New Year, More Blogging and a One Year Anniversary


Hello lovelies,

First, I want to wish you all happy holidays and a Happy New Year. For those of you who’ve been around since I started this blog a year ago, thank you ever so much for keeping up with my adventures. As you know, I’ve been back in these United States of America now. Coming back has been something else. I did miss certain parts about going to school here and some things I did not miss. This post is going to be more of a reflection on my year and a commitment to blog more in the upcoming year.

2014 was a year unlike any other.

  • In 2014, I turned 21 such a milestone in America. No longer did I have to suffer the indignity of not being able to go to certain movies, concerts. Turning 21 was a lot of fun though.
  • In 2014, I uprooted my life for 8 months to see what I was made of. From that experience, I realized I could do pretty much anything with a lot of work, faith and determination.
  • In 2014, I changed my entire career/life plans and I am so much happier as a result
  • In 2014, I learned it was okay to not be okay. That sometimes you have to talk about things. This is coming from the girl who feels she has to be happy 24/7 so this was big for me.
  • In 2014, I think I got my heart broken. I put think because I’m not really good with owning my real feelings so for now it’s think. 
  • In 2014, I made some AMAZING friends. The kind of friends who push me only to be better. Critique when necessary and tell me no when I need to hear no. These are women I did not see myself being friends with even a year ago and today I am grateful to have them in my life.
  • In 2014, I solidified old friendships. I realized who was truly a friend forever and who was a friend for the season. By the way, there is nothing wrong with a friend for the season. All friendships serve their purpose and some people come into our lives only for a season and that is perfectly okay.
  • In 2014, I cried. A lot. Crying can be so cleansing and for me it’s a way to get things out of my system I learned so now I’m okay with crying.
  • In 2014, I began my final year of undergrad and it was an amazing feeling. It was a semester of ups and downs by the grace of God, I am now a second semester senior
  • In 2014, I got really risque but that’s a story for another time and it was totally worth it 😉 ( disclaimer: my idea of risque is probably so tame)
  • In 2014, I unexpectedly became friends with someone I’d written off.
  • Finally, in 2014 I was loved, I was blessed and I was supported.

So what about 2015? Well, in 2015 I want to be a graduate of the W with a job first and foremost. I want to continue to be happy and to seek happiness and joy in all that I do. I want to be proud of myself and the woman that I am becoming. In 2015, I want to continue to travel and to see more of the world. Lastly, I want to be happy with myself and the choices that make for myself. Oh and I want to blog more!

Happy New Year All and I hope you continue to read about my life and whatever shenenigans I post here.