LITTLE MISS STORYTELLER

July 07,2025

THE ACCRA DREAM

 They said nothing good comes out of a village like Ekpi.

No electricity, no signal. Just cracked earth, dusty feet, and dreams left hanging .But then came Naa.

She wasn’t loud, neither was she rich. But her brain? Sharp like a blade. And her heart? Burning with a fire no one could see and enthusiasm no one could imagine.

She used to walk 30 minutes to school with slippers that had more holes than the Accra-Tema motorway. Still, she never missed class. Not even when it rained so hard the animals had to look for shelter.

Her notebooks were second-hand. Her uniform? Re-sewn a hundred times. But her contributions in class? Flawless. Teachers called her "the girl with city brains in a village body". At night, she sat by the lantern writing math formulas. She didn't have a calculator, she had determination. One sunny Tuesday afternoon, a woman from the city came to their school for a scholarship scout. "Who is your best student", she asked. Everyone pointed to Naa. She then handed her test paper over. As usual, full marks.

One month later, she was on a bus. Her first time in one , with a window that actually rolled down.

When she reached Accra, the lights blinded her. The buildings felt like skyscrapers, and the noise, loud enough to raise the dead. But she didn't flinch. She walked into that dbee school in borrowed shoes and a borrowed suitcase, with the confidence of a girl who had wrestled life in the dust and won.

Today, she's in the university of Ghana, studying engineering. She speaks on panels and mentors rural girls.

She came from the dust, but she rose like fire. And now, they say her name with pride.

Naa Dedei, the girl who didn't wait for the city, and brought the city to her.

July 08,2025

KARMA IN HEELS

Albright had one rule: "Never catch feelings". For years, he prided himself on being a heartbreaker. Aesthetically pleasing, wealthy, and charming. He saw women as toys, easy to have ,and even easier to discard. What felt like relationships to women, was a mere situationship to him.

Until Rochelle came into the picture. The ultimate Instagram baddie, the queen b who turns heads and fills every room she steps into with aura. She was mysterious, magnetic, and miles ahead of his game. She didn’t chase, she made him work. For the first time, Albright found himself texting first, waiting by the phone for a reply.

He broke all his rules for her. He gave her his heart.

One night, just as he was about to propose, Rochelle handed him an envelope. Inside was a picture of Rochelle and Lina, Albright's very first victim.

'How do you know her', he asked, with his voice trembling. Rochelle answered and said "she's my sister, and i was sent here because you broke her heart without hesitation".

Rochelle smiled sadly and whispered :“Your first love. The one you forgot. She didn’t.”

Then she walked away, leaving Albright with the one thing he’d never felt before: Regret.

Karma came wearing Louboutins, and sometimes, even the player gets played.

 

 

July 09,205

 LIFE BEHIND THE CAMERAS

Miss Cookie wasn’t famous yet, but she was working on it.

Every morning, she sets up her ring light in her small Lapaz  bedroom, where her bed doubled as her studio. Her contents were fashion hauls, day-in-my-life vlogs, and skin care routines. Always bright, always smiling.In real life, she was broke.

She wore thrifted clothes from Kantamanto but made them look like Shein. She’d borrow her sister’s iPhone for good camera quality. Her captions were motivational:“Chase your dreams, girls!”
But she hadn’t paid her WiFi bill in two months and filmed everything on MTN midnight bundle.

Her friends didn’t understand. “Why don’t you just get a 9-to-5?”
But Miss Cookie knew this was her path. She saw it, she felt it. Every like, every comment, every repost, it added fuel to her fire.

Then it happened, her big breakthrough.One of her videos, a skit about Ghanaian aunties and body shaming, went viral. Pages reposted it, brands reached out. “Can you come to our product launch?” “We’d love to gift you PR items.”

She smiled for the cameras, but behind her glossy makeup and witty captions was a girl who hadn’t had 6 hours of sleep in weeks.The pressure to post daily, the hate comments,and the fake friends who only showed up for video collaborations. She felt it all

One night, she stared at her screen, about to post another skincare video. But instead, she put her phone down and went live.No filters, no edits.

She said, “I love what I do, but sometimes I’m tired. And I know some of you feel the same, even if you're not influencers. Life is pressure, but don’t lose yourself trying to please an algorithm.”

That 3-minute live video went more viral than anything she ever posted.

Now, Miss Cookie still creates. But on her terms. She talks about real life;the anxiety, the hustle, the truth behind the filters,and people till follow her

But this time, so does peace.

 

 

July 10,2025

DAY IN THE LIFE OF A SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGER

  People think social media managers just sit and post pictures all day. If only they knew.

My alarm went off by 6:10am today because i had to be at a client's site at dawhenya before 9am.That early because the client agreed to a video shoot talking about his experience with our company.I hit snooze to sneak in 5 more minutes of sleep but as the devil may have it,5 minutes turned into 30minutes. By 7:10am, i was in my trotro headed to dawhenya with 4 missed calls from my boss.

I walked into my client's apartment at around 9:30am, apologized for being late and got straight to business. Things went smooth and at about 11am i set off for the office. I had barely settled in at the office when i got a text from my boss telling me to get ready for a new site inspection where i would take "before" pictures and videos.I did just that and by 2pm we were on our way to adenta municipality.

We eventually got there and i got my shots,had my first meal of the day while i waited for my boss to conclude with the client.We got back to the office and i went straight into editing,my favorite part.

I sat behind my laptop,editing,till about 6:30pm, when i had to go in for a meeting.The meeting lasted for about an hour, and i started packing my things immediately after with plans of retiring for the day. Just when i was done packing, my boss asked that i send him videos of a site we went to over two weeks ago.Unfortunately for me,i had not edited those videos he requested for .I unpacked and got right into editing again.By 9pm, i forwarded the videos he requested for and got ready to leave.I went to the bus stop,waited for my trotro and by 9:40pm i was home.I freshened up and got ready to do my assignment for the day. 

Tomorrow ,I'll wake up and do it all over again

July 11,2025

ASHES IN THE WIND

Darius grew up in a place where ambition got you mocked or hurt. His father drank dreams away, his friends dealt on corners, and every time he tried to do better, someone tried to pull him back down.

But Darius had a mind that wouldn’t quit. While others slept, he taught himself to code on a cracked phone using borrowed Wi-Fi. His cousin mocked him. Some even threatened him. Still, he kept going.

One day, a former teacher gave him a flyer for a scholarship. He wrote the application on his breaks, submitted it seconds before the deadline,and got in.

Now, he’s the first in his family to go to college. He still visits home. Still remembers the smoke, the pain, the noise. But now, he teaches kids from his old block how to build something real—something that lasts.

Because sometimes, surviving isn’t enough. Sometimes, you have to rise.

14 July,2025

NOT JUST MRS SOMEBODY

At 32, Mila's timeline was different. While her friends picked wedding dates and wedding gowns, she was picking up awards for her marketing campaigns. Her mother dropped hints at every family dinner: “You’re not getting any younger'' while her aunt sent her photos of “eligible” bachelors like job vacancies.

But Lara had a dream., which was to lead a global brand, travel, and build something with her name on it , not someone else’s .One night, after another cousin’s engagement party, she stared at her ceiling, torn

 Then she whispered to herself, “I won’t shrink my dreams to fit someone else's deadlines.”

Six months later, she launched her own firm. It was bold and unconventional ,just like her.

And while others wore rings, she wore purpose.

15 July,2025

THE LESSON MONEY COULDN'T BUY

Francis was 19, arrogant, handsome and rich enough to think rules didn’t apply to him. He drove a custom sports car to college, talked down on professors, and laughed at kids who worked part-time jobs and struggled to pay their fees.

"Double your hustle," he sneered at a classmate serving coffee at the campus café. He never realized that respect couldn't be bought , only earned.

One day, his father’s company was investigated for fraud and embezzlement. Assets got frozen, cars gone and credit cards declined. Overnight, Julian went from penthouse to public housing, something he never saw coming.

Forced to drop out, he got a job at the same café where he'd once mocked others. On his first day, the manager was the same classmate he humiliated.

She didn’t gloat or laugh, she handed him an apron with a calm smile and said, “Work starts now.”

Francis never forgot that moment. It was the day he learned that dignity has nothing to do with wealth and everything to do with how you treat people when you think you don’t need them.