Player Archives - Nana Asempa

Apr

BABY MAMA IN A HIJAB

Introduction Baby Mama in a Hijab– Farida tells her story about her struggles of being a single mother, and how she manages to defy the odds. Chapter 1: Star Caller "Good day. Please, am I speaking to Nana Asempa?" A soft voice spoke immediately when I received the call. "Yes, yes. This is Asempa." I tried to remain professional. Since the release of the famous blog post, I have been receiving endless texts and calls from readers who would like to tell their story. I assumed the caller was one of them. I was not wrong. "I'm Farida. I have…

Mar

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Health, Stories

THE SYPHILIS AFFAIR

THE HEALTH DIARIES PART ONE: Introduction: The Syphilis Affair- After being diagnosed with syphilis, Danso gets an understanding into safe sex and the Sexually Transmitted Infection, Syphilis. We have been warned several times to either stay chaste or keep protection handy, but our hormones have always been the problem, and when they're on the rise, there's no stopping whatever ecstatic feeling from being expressed. I didn't know I could take an interest in adamant research until the worst happened to me. Now, I'm salvaging through websites, AIs, and even books, trying to understand whether I'm indeed going to be free…

Mar

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Stories, Love

“I AM NOT DANI ALVES”

Introduction "I am not Dani Alves"-- An anecdote about Kwaku and the love, or curse, of his life. Kwaku is coerced into granting his father’s last wish (a blessing) for fame and the love of fun and money. However, things turn for the worst with Kwaku when he messes with his blessing and agrees to an open marriage with the most principled and intelligent lady he has ever met. Nhyira: this means "blessing." That was her name—the name of the lady who turned my life around. It is often said that when a blessing is not valued, it will be…

Oct

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Love, Stories

Will you still cheat after this?

I stayed kneeling on the ground for the past one hour; with my face down, phone in hand, tears in my eyes, pain in my heart, eyes shut in anguish; and all I could say was “babe, I’m so sorry.” But let’s dodge the sad scenes and talk about the good times, during my ‘hey’ days in China. Before my emotional breakdown two years later. I was doing a two-year Masters In Computer Engineering course, unmarried and more adventurous than I had ever been before going to Beijing. But I had a very beautiful damsel waiting for me back home, Awo,…