Dear President Robert Mugabe

Sometime last year I sat with my Ghanaian family who was praising you for being a real role model for Africa. At that time, I sat with them as a Zimbabwean, and I told them that in Zimbabwe, unfortunately to the majority, we do not see you as a role model. For a minute, I was … Continue reading Dear President Robert Mugabe

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Why Southern African Women Can’t Resist West African Men

A few weeks ago we were walking in town and Boaz asked me a question that kinda shocked me. 'As a woman, do you ever look at other men and lust after them?' Umm, though Nino and I are close like that and we talk about anything, that question took me by surprise. 'Why would you … Continue reading Why Southern African Women Can’t Resist West African Men

Why I Never Want To Move On From My Painful Past

So yesterday I mentioned 'Zimbabwe' in my article about being Ghanaian, and a number of readers who are Zimbabwean were quite unhappy about their beloved country being mentioned by an ex Zimbabwean repeatedly. Apparently, it's a strong sign that I have not moved on. Yeah. There is also a time frame in which you are … Continue reading Why I Never Want To Move On From My Painful Past

I Belong To Ghana For Life, And I Will Never Get Divorced

Yes, you read that right. I prayed for a man who would take away my reproach. Boaz prayed for a woman just like me. This is not just a random union of boy meets girl. This is destiny. God answered both our prayers you see. We didn't just meet, we were brought together by a … Continue reading I Belong To Ghana For Life, And I Will Never Get Divorced

Dear Irene, Do I look like A Witch To You?

So today as I was celebrating my baby Charo turning a healthy hearty 7 months, I received an unexpected letter from Irene. It read something like this... Hello Jean. I just need to tell you I forgave you for your evil and wicked ways. You were laughing at me that i was in a mental health … Continue reading Dear Irene, Do I look like A Witch To You?

Why I Am Grateful My Family Put Me In A Women’s Refuge.

Four years ago when my brother told me that I needed to go into a Women's refuge, I felt like my whole world had ended. I could not understand how after 12 years in the UK, owning a house and living a stable family life (well at that time I thought it was stable, but … Continue reading Why I Am Grateful My Family Put Me In A Women’s Refuge.